own. “You said I’m the only thing that makes you feel whole. Imagine having me inside of you physically too. It’ll feel so good. My cock moving inside you. My come filling your stomach. Me—in you. So deep there’s nothing between us.”
Andrew made a small noise and shook his head, but his hips kept moving, pushing back onto Logan’s fingers as if of their own volition. His parted lips were mouthing Logan’s chest before latching onto his nipple.
Groaning, Logan pushed a third finger in, stretching the tight, warm passage that enveloped his slick fingers like a glove. Fuck, his cock ached, eager to replace his fingers.
Unable to wait anymore, Logan rolled them, pushing Andrew under him.
Andrew made a desperate sound when Logan’s fingers slipped out of him, but Logan was already pressing his cockhead against the slicked hole. At the back of his mind, the last remnants of his rationality tried to remind him of things like condoms, but he couldn’t stop. He wanted. He felt like he’d explode if he didn’t get his cock into this man right now.
So he pushed inside in one hard thrust, and they both groaned. Andrew was so tight it was almost painful, but Christ, it felt so good, as if he’d finally reached his life goal, the relief so immense Logan nearly came on the spot.
“You asshole,” Andrew breathed out, his body tense under him. “You couldn’t do it slower?”
No, he couldn’t. He’d been wanting this for months.
Logan forced his eyes open and stared at the dark spot that was Andrew. He suddenly wished he could see what he looked like right now, spread out under him, full of his cock.
But maybe it was a good thing he couldn’t see it. It was bad enough that he was letting his cock do the thinking—again. Knowing what Andrew looked like on his cock was an image he’d rather live without.
Logan closed his eyes again and started thrusting. He just needed to get it over with. The sooner he came, the sooner he’d get this guy out from under his skin.
He thrust and thrust and thrust, his fingers digging into Andrew’s hipbones, holding him still as he took his pleasure. The other man was quiet at first—or at least was trying to be—but soon enough the occasional muffled whimpers and gasps turned into continuous moans that grew progressively louder. Fuck, he was a slut for it, his hips gyrating on Logan’s cock as if he had been born for it. And the infuriating part was, Andrew was still trying to pretend he wasn’t loving this. “Stop—ah—don’t—ah fuck!”
It made Logan absolutely crazy with a mix of want and rage. He shoved Andrew onto his hands and knees and slammed back into him. Andrew keened, lifting his ass higher, pushing back onto his cock.
“Still want me to stop?” he growled into Andrew’s ear, fucking him from behind, hard and fast.
“Yes—ah—no—don’t—harder.”
Logan bit him on the shoulder and fucked him harder. The bed was squeaking under them, the headboard banging against the wall, the noises leaving their mouths completely inhuman now. Like animals rutting together, for the sake of sating their instincts, a primitive need that couldn’t be denied.
Logan had no idea how long it lasted. He was only vaguely aware of Andrew coming first, untouched, just from his cock—and fuck, the mere thought was like a powerful aphrodisiac, and Logan came, too, with a loud groan that would have been embarrassing in any other circumstances.
He fell on top of Andrew, burying his face in his damp nape. He breathed deeply. Mine. It was bliss. He’d never felt better in his life.
He drifted off, still buried inside him.
Chapter 18
The first rays of morning sun filtered in through the curtains.
Andrew stared at them unseeingly.
There was a heavy arm wrapped around his waist. There was a firm male body behind him, pressed flush against his back. A warm breath was tickling the sensitive skin at his nape.
All of it was so familiar and—God help him—comforting. Andrew had woken up half an hour ago but still hadn’t managed to force himself to pull out of Logan’s arms. Every cell of his body seemed to sing with contentment, his traitorous body refusing to part from its other half. Its other half. Jesus fucking Christ. His own thoughts freaked him out. Though his thoughts still weren’t as freaky as the fact that he had let another man stick his cock into his ass and make him come so hard that he’d blacked out and