by Ella Frank
“Ah, you like that?” Tate continued thrusting down on him.
“Yes, I fucking like it.”
Tate took his lips in a quick kiss. “So testy. I like this position.”
“Jesus, you’re talkative all of a sudden.”
When Tate stopped the slow roll of his hips, Logan almost shouted in frustration.
“I’m sorry,” Tate taunted. “I’m not supposed to talk?” He lowered his head until his mouth was beside Logan’s ear. “I thought you liked it when I told you what I wanted to do to you.”
“Holy shit, Tate, I do.”
Never in the past had he liked talkers. In fact, Logan had hated them. He’d preferred to get the deed over and done with. As long as it felt good, why would I care what was being said? But with each new discovery Tate made, Logan would get more turned-on, and he couldn’t wait to hear the next thing that would tumble out of this guy’s mouth.
Case in point…
“Good, because I really want to watch your face when I slide my fingers back inside you.”
“Fucking hell. Do it,” Logan implored. He took Tate’s lips with his own, trying to shut him up, before he came from his words alone.
Tate’s free hand burrowed down between them, and his slick palm gave Logan’s shaft a firm stroke, making Logan’s back come up from the couch. He didn’t linger there though. Tate merely lubed him up enough to create an easy glide for Logan’s own hand. Then, Tate trailed his fingers down until he was probing at his hole.
Logan closed his eyes as Tate hesitantly massaged his fingertip over the puckered skin. It wasn’t until Tate lowered his other arm and hooked it around his left leg that Logan lost his fucking rhythm. Tate steadily pressed his thigh back, stretching him wide open. Holy shit. Tate had been watching and learning.
With his leg trapped at that angle, Logan was about as vulnerable as he could get. Not a position he particularly enjoyed, but as he lay underneath Tate, he had never been more aroused. Logan was more than happy to be this particular man’s experimental body.
As Tate shifted slightly, Logan knew he was open for Tate to do with as he pleased, and for now, Tate took pleasure in looking him right in the eye as he slowly slid his index finger inside his body.
* * *
How fucking sexy is that? Tate thought as he looked down at Logan who was wide open and holding his hard length as his body sucked Tate’s finger into his depths.
“Incredible, fucking incredible,” Tate marveled, pulling his finger from Logan, only to slip it inside again.
Looking down to where his finger was disappearing into the deliciously masculine body below, Tate slowly removed his long digit and added the second. Watching the quiet, intense man, Tate slowly pushed forward until they were all the way inside Logan, and then he stopped and left his hand there. “What would make this better for you?”
Logan’s eyes widened slightly. “It’s pretty perfect as is, but if you like, pull them out and push them back in real slow. Then, come down here and kiss me.”
Tate watched in fascination from his view as he slowly did what Logan had instructed.
“Ah,” Logan moaned.
“Again?” Tate asked. His own cock now aching with the need to bury itself where his fingers were.
“Again,” Logan approved even as Tate’s fingers were already moving.
Tate angled down over him, bringing up Logan’s left leg until it was pushed back against his chest, and then he took his mouth in an unyielding kiss.
“I want you so bad,” he rasped against Logan’s mouth.
Logan’s lips slid into a provocative smile as his hips shoved up toward Tate’s fingers. “Then, take me.”
Removing his fingers from the snug heat of Logan’s body, Tate kissed him again quickly before moving back to kneel and grab the bottle.
Looking down at the naked man waiting for him, Tate watched as Logan bent his legs and spread them wide while he pleasured himself. Tate tried to calm his breathing, but when Logan’s lips parted and he told him, “I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” it was no use.
Gripping both of Logan’s calves, Tate hauled him down the couch until he was directly between Logan’s legs where he needed to be. Taking his cock in his hand, Tate lined himself up with Logan’s hole, and then hooked his arm under Logan’s leg, bending it back slightly to give him a better view of what he was about to do.
Tate pressed against the rim of Logan’s body, and grit his teeth. He glanced up to see Logan’s eyes were closed, and his black lashes were lying on his cheeks. He seemed to be waiting patiently for Tate to push forward. Meeting with the initial resistance of Logan’s body, Tate’s heartbeat quickened as he flexed his hips, and the muscle gave way, allowing him to sink inside.
Feeling it the night before had been unreal. But seeing it and feeling it? Total fucking ecstasy. Tate heard a rumble come from Logan as he sank in deeper. What a fucking sight, Tate thought. It looks and feels perfect.
Fully seated inside Logan’s body, Tate once again checked on the man under him to make sure he was okay.
And this time, Logan told him, “Move.”
Tate’s mouth twitched. He wanted to smile, but he was too tense. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you. What was that?”
A growl definitely left the man as Logan repeated, “Fucking move.”
A third invite was not required.
* * *
Logan looked up to Tate and tried to remind himself that he was new to this. Drawing his knees back to his chest, Logan’s shaft lay rigid against his stomach as Tate’s withdrew and then surged back into his body.
Tate’s eyes were glued to what was going on between Logan’s legs, and he couldn’t blame him. It felt mind-blowing. He also wanted to see, and this time, when Tate slid into him, Logan reached down to his cock, and he greedily watched all the muscles in Tate’s body flex.
“Fuck, fuck,” Tate was chanting over and over, like a prayer.
Logan had to agree. This was definitely prayer-worthy. It was that good.
Logan was dying to taste Tate’s lips, so when Tate’s hair flopped forward into his face, Logan took the opportunity to pull on that hair as he leaned up and grabbed Tate’s neck, bringing the man down with him.
As Tate came to him, he placed an arm on the couch and groaned as Logan wrapped a leg up around his waist. Taking Tate’s mouth with his own, Logan engaged him in a tongue-thrusting, kiss that drove him wild.
Their tongues met while Tate’s thick length moved in and out of him. Logan’s left leg was still hooked over Tate’s arm, and Tate pushed it back against his body, spreading him apart. As he did, Logan couldn’t help the throaty curse that fell from his lips.
Tate stopped moving completely and asked through labored breaths, “Sorry. Did I hurt you?”
“No. Hell no. You’re just so…so,” Logan panted. “It’s intense this way.”
When Tate brushed a hand over Logan’s hair, he felt the intensity triple from the emotion flickering over Tate’s face.
“Yeah, it really is.”
“Do it again,” Logan urged.
Tate drew his hips back and then punched them forward into him, and this time, Tate watched his face for a reaction, and Logan gave it to him.
He bared his teeth and arched his back, demanding, “Again. Do it again. Harder.”
Logan yanked Tate’s hair, and as Tate obeyed, Logan lost his grip on reality.
* * *
Tate stared down at the man he was working his cock in and out of. Logan had shut his eyes and was fiercely stroking his own erection as Tate pounded into him. Over and over, he slid inside Logan, and each time he bottomed out and his balls hit Logan’s body, Tate thought he’d come right then.
He leaned down over Logan and slid so far inside that he felt like he would split the man in two. Instead of complaining, Logan just urged him to do it harder and faster. So, he did, and as Tate connected their mouths, he knew he’d never experienced anything more stim
ulating before.
He felt as though he were truly inside this man in every conceivable way, including his mind, and what an experience it was. Watching every expression of lust, want, and pure need cross Logan’s face was like a wet dream come to life.
He is gorgeous.
Gone was the time where Tate thought that word didn’t apply to a man. As Logan lay under him with his body open, there was no other word that fit. He was as gorgeous as he was strong and sexy.
Logan’s cock was long and stout and dripping all over his stomach. It amazed Tate that Logan was getting off, considering how hard he was thrusting into him, but Logan was, and Tate loved every hard hip-fucking moment of it.
It wasn’t until Logan craned his neck to watch Tate slide inside, that Tate felt his climax race down his spine. He needed and wanted release, but he wanted Logan to first.
“I need to come,” he told the man beneath him. “But I want to watch you.”
As if Logan had been waiting for him, he instructed, “Hard and fast. Give it to me as hard and fast as you can, and you’ll get one hell of a show.”
Tate hooked Logan’s other leg with his free arm and braced himself on the cushions by Logan’s sides, and he started to fuck the guy as if he never would again.
Hard and fast, as requested, he slid into Logan, and Logan’s ass clung to him on every withdraw. Tate’s breathing came faster with every flex of his hips, and as his eyes locked with Logan’s, he felt the hand in his hair twist as Logan jerked his cock with the other.
“Ah, Tate. Fuck!” he shouted.
Tate watched avidly as Logan came in a sticky mess all over his own hand and stomach as Tate continued to tunnel into him. Logan continued to curse as Tate’s hips repeatedly made quick shallow digs inside him.
As Logan’s breathing calmed, he grunted softly when Tate pulled out of his body and quickly rolled the condom off. Throwing it aside, Tate picked up the bottle of lube and squeezed some into his palm. He then looked down at Logan, who’d raised his arms back over the couch, with his cock lying against his body now covered in cum.
That was all the visual Tate needed. Grasping his throbbing erection in his hand, Tate watched the satisfied man under him. Logan lazily ran his gaze over him as he lowered his fingers and started to rub his cum into his body.
Without a word, Logan lowered his hand to cup Tate’s balls. As soon as his warm, wet fingers touched his flesh, Tate’s lips parted, and he shouted a loud, satisfied sound as he, too, came all over Logan’s stomach and chest.
As his breathing slowed and his eyes found Logan’s, Tate licked his lips and continued to milk his cock until every last drop was on the man under him.
“Fuck,” Tate managed on a shaky breath.
Logan sighed, fully satisfied, and placed both hands behind his head. “We’ve definitely done that.”
“You’re phenomenal.”
Logan crooked a finger up at him and invited, “Come here.”
Tate leaned down over Logan, who brought his legs up to entwine them with his, and their bodies joined together with the sticky evidence of their arousal sliding between them. Logan took his mouth in a sensual kiss.
When he pulled back, he whispered against Tate’s lips, “That was phenomenal.”
“Hmm,” Tate hummed in agreement against Logan’s mouth. Then, he finally voiced something else he’d been thinking about, “Maybe next time, you can do that to me.”
Logan pulled Tate’s head up by his curls. “What did you just say?”
Tate grinned down at him. “Maybe next time, you can do that to me. Well, maybe not that hard, you know, being that it will be my first time, and it will probably—”
“Tate?” Logan interrupted. “Shut up for a minute. Do you mean it?”
“Would I be this fucking nervous if I didn’t?” Tate asked.
Logan smiled and raised his eyebrows. “I don’t know what porn site you watched this morning, but if this is the result, we need to buy a subscription.”
Tate chuckled, moving against Logan’s body. “I learned a lot of things.”
“You did, huh?”
As Tate nipped Logan’s mouth, he nodded. “Yep, let me tell you about it, and then we can see if there’s anything you want to try.”
“I can guarantee that anything coming out of your mouth is going to be something I want to try. I’m easy, remember?”
“I do seem to remember something like that.”
Tate lowered his head and rested it against the large chest under him. He thought about how weird it should have felt, but as Logan’s arms wrapped around him, it didn’t. It felt…right.
“Is this okay?” Tate questioned against the short hair on Logan’s chest.
“It is until you say otherwise.”
Tate couldn’t have said why, but that small whispered reply hurt his heart.
Chapter Twenty-One
The following morning, Tate woke with a raging hard-on and a warm tongue on the inside of his thigh. With his eyes closed, he slowly spread his legs farther apart and felt his mouth tug into a smile as a low laugh reached his ears.
“Sure glad you’re straight, Tate. Gay guys never let me do this.”
Tate opened his eyes and looked down to where Logan’s chin was resting on his thigh.
“I highly doubt that. You really do only shut up when your mouth is busy, don’t you?”
“You like my mouth.” Logan licked across one of Tate’s balls. “Admit it.”
Tate’s hips arched toward the teasing tongue as he answered with a soft groan, “It has its good points.”
Logan opened the mouth in question and drew his tongue across the base of Tate’s cock.
“Very good points,” Tate stressed.
Logan raised his head and winked up at him. He shifted to place his hands on the bedding next to Tate’s hips, rising up over him.
“Give it to me,” he suggested.
Tate reached down and pointed his erection up at Logan, who then lowered his head and sucked the tip into his mouth. Letting out a heavy sigh, Tate raised his other arm back behind his head, plumping the pillow up, so he could watch what was going on between his legs.
Logan was on his knees, and Tate watched as a hand brushed his aside, and when a firm palm took its place, Logan’s hot mouth drew him all the way inside until his nose was touching Tate’s short curls.
Holy fuck! Tate thought as he raised his hips and moved his free hand to the back of Logan’s head.
As Logan removed his lips and started to suck the swollen head, Tate wondered why he’d ever questioned getting head from this guy. Logan’s eyes flicked to his as he swirled his tongue over the slit, and then he licked his way down the underside of his shaft until he reached his balls. With a quick swipe over them, he came back up and swallowed Tate to the root.
“Oh Jesus, Logan,” he called out as he palmed the silky black hair in his hand.
Logan drew back up and off him. With a demonic grin, he darted his tongue out and tickled the underside of Tate’s cock. “Love sucking on you.”
Tate closed his eyes, deciding that was the only way he would last longer than the thirty seconds he figured he had left in him with Logan’s teasing. Bending his left leg back felt natural to Tate as he widened his straddle and pushed himself closer to the mouth feasting on him. When a groan came from between his thighs, he figured Logan approved of this new position as well. That was confirmed when a large hand clamped onto his shin and pushed his leg farther up onto his chest, keeping him open and in place.
* * *
Logan drew his mouth off of Tate’s luscious cock and watched as Tate opened up for him to play, and he planned to take full advantage.
With one hand on Tate’s leg and the other on the mattress, Logan lowered his head and took one of Tate’s balls into his mouth. As he gently sucked on the sac of skin, he heard a grunt from above, and when he pulled his mouth away and released the tender flesh, a sigh reached his ears. Several times, he
repeated the move, stopping only to lick across the base of Tate’s solid erection.
He could see the pucker of Tate’s ass, and it was calling to him to come and take it, but he knew he’d have to move slowly or Tate would put an end to it before it even began.
Looking up to Tate, Logan watched him stroke himself and then leaned back in, touching the tip of his tongue to Tate’s rim. Tate’s eyes flew open, and his body tensed as he tried to move, but the hand Logan had on his leg and the look he aimed up at Tate held him in place.
“What the…” Tate questioned, as he stared down at him.
“Trust me.”
Logan blew a breath of air over the wet skin he’d just licked. Tate’s ass clenched, and he cursed, causing Logan to close his own eyes to keep his desire in check. As Tate flopped back down on the pillow in defeat, Logan took that as a sign, and he repeated the move, flicking his tongue out to tease.
“What the hell are you doing to me?” Tate groaned.
“I’m gonna make you lose your fucking mind,” he promised.
Logan lowered himself to the mattress, so he could bring his free hand up to Tate’s body. With a finger against Tate’s ass, Logan eyed him as he licked the pucker. Tate’s hand was desperately jerking himself now as he watched what was going on.
Pushing his leg up a little higher, Logan got a great angle and tongued his way up to his balls where he sucked one into his mouth as he pushed his finger inside Tate. He heard Tate shout out his name, but Logan didn’t stop what he was doing. Instead, he sucked and kissed his way back to where his finger was penetrating Tate, and sucked around it, making sure to keep Tate’s hole nice and wet.
“Ah, your mouth is going to kill me.”
As the words hit Logan’s ears, he shoved his finger back inside, and—oh yeah, there you go, Tate—he grazed it over Tate’s prostate causing his ass to clench Logan’s finger, as his hips snapped up hard.
Logan continued fingering him while his tongue devoured him, and it took less than a minute for Tate to come on a loud bark, his cum shooting out all over his stomach and chest in creamy spurts, which made Logan want to come up there and—