“Like what you see?” I ask with a cocky grin.
“Kind of unfair how hot you are,” he mumbles, shoving a hand through his hair.
I grin and step out of my briefs, my cock springing free, already hard, leaking at the tip and his eyes gowide.
“Speechless, Hayes?” I ask, stepping in close. “God, I fucking love your eyes on me.”
I spit in my palm and reach down, taking both our cocks in hand. The groan he lets out is downright sinful.
“Holyshit,” he moans, his hips twitching.
“You like that?” I stroke slowly, pressing us together, the slick slide of skin-on-skin dizzying as hell.
“Y-yeah,” he stutters. “Fuck. Logan?—”
I lean in and kiss him, grinding our cocks together in my fist. He gasps into my mouth, moaning when I squeeze a little tighter.
“You ever jerk off with a guy before?” I murmur against his lips.
He shakes his head, his lips parted on a silent gasp.
“Well,” I say, stroking faster, “first time for everything.”
He whimpers. Actually fuckingwhimpersand grinds into me, chasing the friction.
“God, this is fun. You’ve got no idea what’s coming next,” I murmur against his lips and before he can even process what I mean, I drop to my knees.
I drag my hands down his thighs, feeling the muscles of his thighs under my palms, remembering the last time I had my hands on his leg and how he freaked out.
He isn’t freaking out now, though. He wants it, as his cock so politely lets me know when it jumps as soon as my breath hits it.
“Oh, Christ,” he groans, his hips shifting forward, like he can’t help it.
I glance up, and the sight nearly undoes me. His eyes are half-closed, head tipped back against the wall, mouth open. The flush spreading down his neck looks so good I can’t stop staring. I drag my tongue up the edge of his stomach, feeling him tremble.
“Please tell me someone’s done this to you before,” I murmur.
“Yes,” he manages, his breath breaking. “But… I’ve never wanted it as much as I want this.”
Fuck. Me. There’s no way to explain what that does to a guy, hearing him say he wants this, that it’s not just about getting off but aboutwanting me.
My pulse kicks up and I wrap my hand around him, watching his head fall back against the wall. The first stroke earns me this strangled groan that sounds like he’s trying to swallow his own voice.
“Breathe, Hayes,” I say with a chuckle. “You’re gonna pass out before I even start.”
He exhales hard. “Not my fault you—fuck—” His words cut off when I lick from base to tip in one long, slow stroke, his knees nearly giving out.
I hum around him, letting the vibration drag another moan from him, and then I start working him with my mouth. My tongue plays with his slit, dipping in, sucking the beads of pre-cum that promises more. I pull back and spit down his shaft, using my hand to stroke what I can’t fit in my mouth, swiping the tip every time I pull off to breathe.
He cries out, his hips jerking, trying to fuck my mouth. “Ohhhfuck, Logan—shit?—”
His voice is wrecked, and I eat it up. Ilivefor the way he moans like he’s losing control, gasping, shaking, not holding back for a second. Every ragged breath, every desperate whimper just turns me on more. It feeds something deep in my gut, something greedy, something that wants to ruin him.
But fuck, he’s sobig. So thick and hot, twitching against my tongue as I suck him deeper, inch by inch. I feel the weight of him on my tongue, the way the head drags across the roof of my mouth as I slide him deeper inside my mouth.
I moan around him and the vibration makes his hips jerk. I grab his thighs to keep him still and push forward again, working past the tight ache in my jaw, taking more. His cock pulses in my mouth, and I flatten my tongue, swallowing him deeper, inch by thick inch, until the head bumps the back of my throat.
He gasps, his head hitting the wall behind him. “Fuck, Logan. Yourmouth?—”