Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
“I can’t wait anymore.” Logan set his cock at my hole and slowly pushed.
“Oh. Wow,” I gasped.
“You okay, baby?”
When I nodded, he settled over me, slowly making his way inside. And he didn’t stop until his balls rested against my ass.
“You feel so…so, so good.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and held on tight as he began to move.
He started with sexy, deep kisses and long strokes. I ran my hands over his broad back, down his sides, then squeezed his ass as he rocked his hips, slow and steady. In and out. Fuck, it was glorious. I moaned when he upped the tempo and arched off the mattress to meet him thrust for thrust.
I loved sex. It had been a long time since I’d been with…well, anyone. But even longer since I’d been with someone I cared about. It felt amazing. Or maybe it was just Logan. I could fully admit, I was crazy about the guy. Logan was the perfect combination of sweet and sexy. It was funny to me that he was unaware of the effect he had on people. He literally brightened every room he walked into and turned heads when he walked down the street. To have any of his attention would have been nice, but to have all of it was…surreal.
The way he looked at me when he moved inside me was the stuff of romance. Not kidding. It was every beautiful line from every sonnet ever written. It was a moonlit walk on the beach and a bath filled with rose petals. And I fucking loved that it was accompanied with soft grunts, passionate kisses, and the urgent thrust of his hips. Oh yeah, and some dirty talk.
“Your hole is so tight. You want my dick bad, don’t you? Tell me you want it,” he demanded.
Logan tweaked my nipples, running his hands along my sweat-slicked torso before curling his fingers around my leaking cock. He jacked me in a furious motion, brushing precum over the head as he pumped faster and harder. His eyes glazed over just as my balls drew close to my body. I didn’t want this to end, but—
“Yes, I do. I want it, but I’m…close.”
“Me too. I-I’m gonna come.”
He bucked his hips and quaked wildly. His biceps shook and the veins bulged as he rode out his release. I clutched his ass and tugged at my cock…once, twice, and that was it.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Logan.”
His kiss muffled my groan. When I finally stopped shivering, he collapsed on top of me, then flopped onto his back with a laugh. He removed the spent condom and held it up to show me his jizz. He snickered at my prim, “Gross.”
“Not gross at all. That’s physical proof of how much I want you,” he replied matter-of-factly before tying the latex and throwing it into the bin near his bed. “Admit it, Ned. That was the best thing ever. Better than chocolate, better than ice cream…”
I grinned as I rolled to my side. “Yes. I think I’m going to be sore tomorrow.”
Logan propped his head on his hand and nodded. “Probably the next day too.”
“You’re pretty pleased with yourself, aren’t you?”
“Damn right I am. I’m naked in my bed with the guy I’ve been obsessed with for years. We just shared a mind-altering experience. It might be a little selfish, but if sitting reminds you of me for the next day or so, I’m kinda glad.”
“Mean,” I huffed playfully. “Somehow, I doubt you’ve been ‘obsessed for years,’ but I—”
“It’s true,” he insisted, caressing my cheek sweetly. “I wasn’t going to tell you this ’cause it’s sort of embarrassing, but…I’ve had a crush on you since freshman year.”
“Freshman year?” I repeated. I remembered him telling me that he noticed me in the bookstore, but I started working there when I was a junior. And yeah, he also mentioned seeing me with Jules, but… “I don’t understand.”
“There’s no hidden meaning. I’ve had a thing for you since I sat behind you at orientation. I had a perfect angle to stare at your profile and watch you take notes. I was so fucking jealous when your boyfriend touched you. Totally unreasonable, but my stomach was in knots. I tried to concentrate on the school spiel or maybe check out the girls, but I kept coming back to you. Every time I’d see you on campus, I’d try to work up the nerve to say hi. I couldn’t do it. I got tongue-tied and weird. And it’s not like I could ask you out anyway. I was supposed to be straight.”
“I’m glad you’re not,” I said softly.
“Me too. Sometimes I wish I’d been braver then. You have no idea how frustrating it is to always speak in half-truths. I like girls, and I’ve never had to fake being turned-on, but it’s been hell pretending to be immune to you for so long. I’m not immune. I’m crazy about you. Being here with you like this and doing what we just did…” Logan traced the seam of my lips and kissed me. “It feels amazing.”