The word hits something in me and I flinch. I don’t know why, but hearing him say the wordstraighttwists something in my chest.
I thought I was straight for the longest time. But now—with him on top of me, my cock leaking and my whole body aching for his hands on me—I know I’m anything but.
“I don’t know if I’m going to like it,” I admit.
“That’s okay.” He presses a kiss to my jaw. “You still want it? You want to try?”
I nod, my heart pounding.
“We stop whenever you want. Just say the word and I’ll stop.”
His eyes flick down to where our legs are tangled in the sheets, both of us still wearing pajamas.
His fingers toy with the hem of my shirt for a second before he pulls it off over my head, tossing it somewhere behind him without looking. His gaze drops to my chest for half a second before meeting my eyes again, and the look there makes my throat go dry.
He shifts, sitting back on his heels. “You’re sure about this?”
For all his teasing, he still makes sure to ask if I want to continue, always checking up on me, and my heart thuds in my chest.
I nod. “Yeah.”
His mouth curves. “Then I’m gonna need these, too.” He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my flannel pants and slides them down my legs.
The fabric pools at my ankles, and suddenly I’m naked under his gaze, my skin prickling all over. Logan’s eyes move over me, drinking in every inch.
He pauses, glancing around, the smallest frown forming. “Shit,” he mutters under his breath, realizing he’s in my room and not his. “You don’t happen to?—”
I swallow hard, my pulse kicking, and I reach for the drawer in my nightstand. Logan freezes, watching me pull out the small bottle of lube I bought a few days ago.
His lips lift into a smirk. “Well, well,” he says with a chuckle. “Looks like someone came prepared.”
I glare, my cheeks burning. “Shut up.”
He chuckles when he takes it from me. “Not judging, Hayes,” he says with a grin. “Just impressed.”
The sound of the cap snapping open fills the quiet between us.
“Lie on your back for me,” he says.
I swallow hard and do as he says, my legs sort of falling apart on their own, my heart pounding so loud I’m certain he can hear it.
He slides into place between my thighs like he’s been molded for that exact spot, his hands warm on my hips, his mouth claiming mine in a slow, hungry kiss that leaves me breathless.
He pulls back just far enough to look down at me, at my open legs, at how hard I already am for him, and something sparks in his eyes.
“Lift your legs for me,” he murmurs. “Let me see that pretty hole.”
My cock twitches from his words and I do as he says, lifting my legs in the air. Logan lets out a deep groan, hooks his arms under my thighs, and lifts them, settling my legs beside his shoulders so my body opens up for him.
“Fuck…” I breathe, the position making me feel exposed in a way that’s equal parts terrifying and intoxicating.
He smirks down at me, running his hands along the backs of my thighs. “Yeah. Just like that. Look at you.” He adjusts me slightly, angling me so he can look at me. “Perfect position. God, Nathan, you have no idea how good you look right now.”
He slicks his fingers with lube, keeping his gaze locked on mine as his fingers finally reach lower, teasing at the place I’ve never let anyone touch before. My breath catches as he circles one slick finger over my entrance.
“Deep breath,” he says softly.
His fingers are warm and slick and when he presses the first one against me, I tense slightly, but don’t pull away.