Cowboy Logic - B.A. Tortuga Page 0,54

kiss or the touch.

“Right here?” Jericho all but growled the words, then pinched again before bending to lick.

“Yes!” He lifted his chin, his hips rolling up toward Jericho. He needed friction, pressure, and Jericho was driving him wild.

A little stream of air followed, then Jericho gave the other side the same treatment. Meanwhile, those calluses caught in the trail of hair below his navel.

He spread a little, making sure the offer to explore was crystal clear. He would let Jericho touch however he wanted.

“Oh hell.” Jericho scooted down, cheek on his belly, hand closing around his dick.

His toes curled right up, his asscheeks clenching. Christ. “Anything you want, honey. Anything.” He drew one leg up, planting his foot flat on the mattress.

“Okay.” That hand left his cock, and Jericho slid his fingers down to explore Logic’s balls, carefully stroking his sac.

He stretched up tall, and he held his breath for a second, letting it out in a long, slow exhale.

“You like that, huh?” Jericho pressed two fingers behind, rubbing at the sensitive strip of skin there. “I read about this in your book.”

“Yes. Yes. Oh, you’re a detail-oriented reader. I appreciate that.”

“I try. I was never good at school, but if I like what I’m reading…” Now those fingers moved between his cheeks, opening him up to expose his hole. Jericho moved down between his legs, lifting Logic’s hips. “I want to see.”

His cheeks heated, but it was a rush of pure need, not embarrassment. He lifted his hips, helping Jericho tuck a pillow under his ass. “Better?”

“So damn hot.” Jericho pressed and pushed, then took an experimental lick at his balls.

“Yes!” Absolutely. Blistering. Jesus. Jericho was a delight, and a huge surprise. So curious, but not a bit tentative after that first stutter at the sixty-nine.

“Lube. Can you reach it? It’s on the nightstand by your head. I want to feel you inside.”

He looked and reached, getting his fingers around the bottle. Excellent. “Found it.”

“Clever.” Jericho took it from him, opening with such ease that Logic knew he had to have unscrewed the cap and screwed it back on so he didn’t have to work so hard. That was adorable.

Either that or he’d jacked off as much as Logic had. Either way, what bliss.

Cool and wet. That was the feeling when Jericho rubbed the lube against his hole. He clenched, then breathed deep, loosening up.

“Tell me if I hurt you. I need to feel you, touch you.”

“I will. Promise. Please.”

“God. I never… I mean, I’ve tried it on myself, but it felt weird.” Jericho slid one finger deep into him, boom, and it didn’t hurt. Not one bit.

“Dildos aren’t anything, compared to someone who wants to touch you.”

“Oh Jesus. I never tried that. Just my finger.” Jericho’s laugh was utterly self-deprecating. Not mean, more wry.

“It’s not hard to get them in California, and I was lonely.” He looked down at his new lover. “Also, I have a friend who sells them at Tupperware-type parties. The food is always great.”

Jericho looked up at him, then broke out laughing, finger still inside him. “Tupperware… Oh, holy moly.”

“See? No shame. It’s all where you live and who you know.” Now everyone was getting married and having babies.

“I want to know you right now, Logic.”

Oh, now. Jericho calling him Logic seemed like an immense thing. Progress. So did the second finger pushing into him.

“Mmm…” He licked his lips and nodded, moving easily on Jericho’s fingers. “Don’t stop, please.”

“No. Not stopping. I want—You said you wanted me to fuck you. Do you still want that?”

“God yes. I want to take your cock, every inch.” When he said things like that, he felt sensual, intense, like a bit of a stud. Maybe more like Wyatt than Logic, even, but then, he always put some of himself in his books.

“Fuck.” Jericho jerked against him, and he saw Jericho’s free arm move fast for a moment, as if he’d reached down to stroke himself. “You. I need you wet and ready, though. Not gonna hurt you.”

Listen to the gravel in Jericho’s voice.

“I trust you. Touch me.” He tilted his hips and took more, grinding against Jericho’s hand.

“Yeah. Aw, babe.” Jericho opened him, working his ass until he thought he would scream.

He was wet. Ready. He needed more. He bucked and moaned, trying to get Jericho to understand. Logic was going to burn alive.

Finally he was reduced to begging. “Honey, please. Please. I need your cock. I need you to fuck me.”

His ass ached, needing to be stretched.

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