Logan's Need

by Sloane Kennedy

  Anticipation went through him at what would happen next. Logan shifted, then did something Dom hadn’t expected. He straddled Dom, but did it in reverse so that Logan was facing Dom’s feet. The position had their cocks touching and Logan rubbed them back and forth against one another. Dom groaned and closed his eyes. Logan shifted his body back towards the headboard and Dom immediately missed the feeling of their dicks mashed together.

  And then that tongue was back, stroking his length tentatively. Dom shuddered at the contact, but remained still. Logan took his time tasting every ridge and vein before he sucked the crown into his mouth.

  “Shit!” Dom cried out as his back arched. Logan seemed to be ready for him though, and he grabbed Dom’s base to keep him from pushing further in. He felt Logan’s thighs on each side of him and it was a reminder of Logan’s position. When he opened his eyes, he groaned at the sight of Logan’s ass nearly in his face. He immediately sought out Logan’s hole with saliva coated fingers. Logan’s attention on his cock faltered for just a moment, then he was hungrily sucking Dom in as far as he could. Logan’s cock brushed Dom’s chest as he began humping against him and pre-come leaked onto his skin. Dom worked his finger farther in and matched the rhythm Logan was setting.

  “Oh, God,” Logan muttered as he released Dom. “Get me ready,” he said as he looked over his shoulder. Dom fumbled in the nightstand for the lube he’d been smart enough to buy earlier today and praised his good sense to remove all of the protective wrapping before he’d stashed it in the drawer. He placed a generous amount of the cool liquid on his finger, then used one of his hands to open Logan’s ass. His tongue ached to flick the tiny opening, but Logan’s mouth was back on his cock and he knew he’d never last long enough, so he focused on slicking up the hole instead, his finger pushing easily past the resisting muscle. Logan moaned, but kept up his pace of sucking and stroking. Dom added another finger and found that spongy spot that he knew would drive Logan wild. And it did. The man pulled off his cock and cried out as a tremor went through him. He quickly pulled off of Dom’s fingers and turned around, smashing his lips down on Dom’s.

  As Logan’s tongue dueled with his, Dom fumbled for a condom in the drawer. He snagged one, but before he could open it, Logan was grabbing his hand to stop him.

  “I want you inside me. Just you,” he said.

  The thought of being bare inside Logan nearly had him coming on the spot. He managed to nod and say, “I got tested last week. I’m clean,” before Logan was kissing him again and rubbing their cocks together once more. Logan drew back before snatching the bottle of lube from the bed where Dom had dropped it and worked some down the length of Dom’s dick.

  He tossed the bottle aside and moved forward. He reached behind him and pulled Dom’s nearly purple cock away from his stomach. Logan rose up on his knees and fumbled to get Dom’s cock in the right position, then began lowering himself. Dom nearly snarled at the sight of Logan with his head thrown back in passion as he worked himself down on Dom’s thick length. It was tight and slow-going and it took everything in Dom’s power not to thrust up into the other man. He saw Logan wince as Dom finally breached him and then Logan sighed as he sank all the way down until his ass brushed Dom’s thighs.

  Logan hung there for a moment, his head still bent back and then his bright eyes met Dom’s and he smiled. Dom shuddered at how young and beautiful he looked and he couldn’t help but reach out and rub his palms on Logan’s thighs. The hair was rough under his hands and he felt Logan’s muscles flex as he began lifting and lowering himself on Dom in small increments.

  Without a latex barrier, Dom could feel everything and the heat was like a furnace. When Logan began tightening his muscles on Dom as he pulled up, Dom quickly sat up and wrapped an arm around Logan’s waist. No longer able to remain passive, he thrust up to meet Logan as his body dropped down. Logan groaned and increased his pace as his mouth sought out Dom’s. They kissed desperately as their moves became more frantic. Dom reached for Logan’s cock, but Logan grabbed him. “No, I need to be inside you when I come,” he managed to get out between harsh pants.

  Dom nodded and wrapped his other arm around Logan and soon they were pressed against each other everywhere. Logan wrapped his arms around Dom’s neck and slid his palms down Dom’s back, the nails biting into his too tight skin. Logan’s heartbeat was pounding against Dom’s ear where he was pressed up against Logan’s chest. Dom tried to hold on, to drag the contact out as long as possible, but then his hole fluttered as he remembered that Logan would be inside him soon and he came just like that, his semen flooding the smooth walls of Logan’s rectum.

  “Logan!” he shouted against Logan’s damp, warm skin. His orgasm continued as spurt after spurt of come left him and burned them both. Sparks shot through him as the pleasure flooded his system and it took several long seconds before the tension began to drain from him and the warmth bathed every nerve and cell inside him. As he fell back on the bed, Logan following him down, he felt like he was floating. Soft kisses bathed his face and neck and he nearly cried out at the loss when Logan pulled himself off of Dom’s cock. He looked up and caught his breath at the sight of his come leaking from Logan’s ass.

  “Jesus,” Dom said as he pulled Logan down and rolled him over, mindful of the raging hard-on that Logan had managed to maintain. Dom reached between their bodies and rubbed his fingers in the come, then brushed the sticky substance on Logan’s mouth. “Beautiful,” he muttered before he kissed him again. Logan began to squirm as he rubbed his hard dick against Dom’s abdomen. Lust sparked through Dom again and he rolled them back so Logan was on top of him once more. “Fuck me, Logan. Fill me up,” he said.

  Logan’s eyes darkened with need and he grabbed the lube. “I can’t go slow,” he said, his voice shaking.

  “Then don’t,” Dom responded. Seconds later he was moaning as Logan’s fingers breached him. He pulled his legs higher to give Logan better access and sighed as his hole collapsed and Logan’s fingers sank deep inside of him. The burn was intense and when Logan added a third finger, he nearly cried out at how good it felt. He used his arms to draw his legs further apart and back and then looked down to watch Logan work him. Each pull on his body had him trying to follow, but Logan was holding him in place, controlling the rhythm. His cock started to harden again and he watched as Logan leaned down and licked the length, his saliva coating the flesh with glistening moisture.

  “Please,” he heard himself saying and then Logan was sucking him in as his fingers increased their tempo. Suddenly Logan hit his sweet spot and Dom cried out, releasing his hold on his legs as his back arched and he slammed his dick down Logan’s throat. The other man gagged, but didn’t let up on his sucking. Another strike on his prostate had him grabbing Logan’s hair to try to keep him there. Logan gave him another few seconds of ecstasy, then grabbed Dom’s wrist, forcing him to release his hold. He pulled his fingers free, but before Dom could protest, that long cock was pushing into him. He wasn’t even sure at what point Logan had lubed up his length, but it didn’t matter because it took only three hard thrusts for Logan to be completely seated inside him.

  Logan reared back and thrust inside him again, then used his arms to press Dom’s legs back onto himself. The position made his muscles burn in protest, but the angle had Logan going deeper as he rammed into Dom mercilessly. Sweat dripped off Logan’s forehead as he lunged in and out like a mad man and Dom had to put his hands above his head to keep himself from slamming up against the headboard. Each powerful thrust had Dom’s whole body rocking up and Logan grunted as he grabbed Dom’s shoulders to hold him in place. There was nothing sweet or gentle about what was happening – it was pure, raw fucking and Dom felt tears sting his eyes at how good it felt.

  Logan shifted again in a way that had him hitting Dom’s prostate and it took only a few more seconds before come shot out of his dick and all over his chest and abdomen. Logan didn’t even have to touch him this time. Logan continued to saw
in and out of him for several long, torturous seconds, then he shouted as he shoved in as deep as he could one more time and hung there, his fingers biting into Dom’s shoulders. Heat flooded his passage and set off another mini-orgasm which had Logan moaning as he pulled back slowly and thrust back in, drawing out the sensation.

  It could have been minutes or hours that passed before Logan pulled free of him. He felt the quickly cooling come drip from his ass, but he didn’t care. Logan didn’t seem to either because he dropped down on Dom’s chest, ignoring the sticky residue there. There was no kissing or talking – just labored breathing. Dom was stuck somewhere between the realization that it was the best sex he’d ever had with anyone and that he was quickly falling in love with the man on top of him. Dom waited for that stinging reminder that he was betraying his wife, but it didn’t come. She’d want this for him – he knew it in his gut. He felt Logan sigh against him as he started to drift off and Dom smiled, then wrapped his arm around the other man in case he got any bright ideas about trying to escape.

  ***

  Logan knew he needed to turn off the water and get out of the shower – not because he’d soon be out of water because he guessed that in a place as nice as Dom’s, something like running out of hot water just wasn’t an issue. No, he needed to get out because his skin was starting to prune and he’d already caught himself nodding off. He was sitting on the built in bench in the massive shower, numerous shower heads pelting him from all angles. He’d been there since Dom had bent him over the bench, rimmed him till he was sobbing for relief and then slammed into him from behind. He wasn’t sure what it said about him that he’d loved the burn of that slick cock sliding home in one powerful thrust. And he tried to pretend that he hadn’t begged Dom over and over to grant him his release as the big man held him down and tortured him with slow, shallow strokes.

  That heavy, smoky voice had said filthy things to him and long, hard fingers had gripped him by the hair till it hurt. And not once had Dom needed to touch Logan’s cock. He’d added to his torture by not letting Logan touch himself either. In the end, he’d come only when Dom ordered him to and then Dom had kissed the shit out of him and said he was going to make breakfast. Standing wasn’t an option after that, but sitting on his stinging ass wasn’t feeling great either – he wondered if he’d find relief if he had one of those blow up rings to sit on. But what frightened him more than anything was that he wanted it again already. His body ached from the aftermath of sex, but it still wanted more. And he wanted more of last night too – the stuff that had happened after the mind-blowing orgasm that had left him unable to do even the basic things like climb off of Dom’s body after he’d collapsed.

  At some point he’d ended up curled against Dom, his head using Dom’s chest as a pillow. Two steel bands were wrapped around him and Dom’s even breathing had ruffled through Logan’s hair. Sometime in the middle of the night, he’d awoken to gentle kisses along his neck and back. It was like he was being worshipped and when Dom rolled him onto his back and pushed inside him, it felt like he was home. The lovemaking had been just that…making love. There was no rush, no desperation. Just a slow, steady burn that Dom stoked with probing kisses and encouraging words. And when he’d gone over the edge, Dom had been right beside him.

  Whatever illusion he had that he could get past his craving for Dom was gone – completely and totally blown apart. The man gave and took in equal measure. When he’d arrived last night, Dom had given him complete and utter control, something he knew hadn’t been easy for someone so naturally assertive. And then he’d cherished him in a way Logan hadn’t known he needed. And a few short minutes ago, he’d changed things again and made sex raw and dirty and fun. It just couldn’t get better than this, he thought to himself as he forced himself to get up and turn the shower off.

  He toweled off and then went back to the bedroom to find his jeans. He finally found them on a floral chaise in the corner of the room. The feminine piece of furniture was a stark reminder of where he was and the circumstances that had brought him here. He brushed the darkness that sifted through him away and yanked up his jeans, forgoing his search for wherever the hell is underwear had ended up. He could smell something cooking in the kitchen and his growling stomach didn’t give a shit what Dom was throwing together.

  As he neared the kitchen, he slowed at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. Cade had followed him last night, but he figured the man would have taken off for the evening. His plan had been to text him to let him know when he was leaving Dom’s that morning.

  “I think they’d be more open with you,” someone was saying as Logan entered the living room. The floor plan was open so there were no barriers between where he stood and the kitchen where Dom stood in a pair of sweats next to another man. Two sets of eyes looked up at him and then the stranger said, “What the fuck?”

  Chapter 9

  Dom took in the sight of Logan shirtless, hair still damp from their shower and his cock thickened in his sweats as he remembered the smooth arch of Logan’s back as Dom bent him over the shower bench. Declan’s harsh curse snapped Dom out of it and anger went through him when he saw Logan flinch.

  “Declan,” Dom warned, but the man was clearly too upset to pay him any notice.

  “Sorry, Dom, I didn’t know…” Logan said awkwardly.

  “It’s okay, Logan,” he said. “Come have some breakfast.” Logan glanced at him, then back at Declan and he saw a shadow pass over his features.

  “Logan?” Declan whispered. “Logan Bradshaw?” he said, horrified. He swung around to face Dom, the file folder in his hand forgotten.

  “Logan, this is Declan Hale. Sylvie’s brother,” he said on a sigh¸ knowing what was coming next.

  The gasp that Logan let out tore through Dom and he saw Logan’s instant withdrawal.

  “Are you fucking him?” Declan shouted. “In my sister’s house? In her bed?”

  “Enough,” Dom said coldly. “Logan,” he called, but the man was heading back towards the bedroom.

  “Answer me, damn it!” Declan yelled as he shoved Dom hard.

  “Back off!” Dom returned and circled around the island. Logan returned before Dom could get to the bedroom. He’d managed to get his shirt on, but was carrying his shoes and socks. He tried to push past Dom. “Logan, don’t do this,” Dom said.

  “Let me go,” Logan said as he pulled free of the hold Dom had on him. “This was a mistake,” he whispered. “A terrible mistake.” Hurt lanced through Dom at the finality in his tone and he watched Logan leave the apartment.

  He ignored Declan and went to the island and grabbed his phone. He dialed a number, then waited until Cade answered. “He’s on his way down.” If Cade had anything else to say, Dom didn’t hear it because he hung up and turned his attention to Declan.

  “Get the hell out!” he said coldly.

  Declan ignored him and came around the island and got in his face. “Did you fuck around on my sister while she was still alive too? With a fucking male prostitute?” he shouted.

  Dom punched him hard and Declan hit the floor. Baby, who’d tried to follow Logan as he left, whined and came over to the two men and pushed between them.

  “Get the fuck out of my house!”

  Declan rubbed his jaw as he stood. He tossed the file folder he’d been holding down to the ground and the contents spilled out all over the place.

  “We’re done, Dom. We’re fucking done!” Declan stormed out.

  ***

  Logan’s skin crawled as he watched the last of the tables and chairs being carried out. Most had perished in the fire, but there’d been a few that could be saved if refurbished by the correct person.

  “Thanks man,” said the happy new owner as he carted the last chair through the back doorway.

  “No problem,” Logan muttered as he leaned back against the wall to study the now empty bar. Soot still clung to the walls and windows, but at least the floor was somewhat free of debris. He’d take a hu
ge hit when he sold the place. But the sooner it was out of his life, the better. Maybe then the nightmares would stop.

  “When are you going to re-open?” he heard a voice say from the back entrance. He didn’t need to turn to see who it was. That voice haunted him in a whole other way.

  “Not going to. I’m putting it on the market tomorrow,” he said. He forced his eyes to look at Dom who was leaning against the doorframe, his white dress shirt crisp and slightly open at the throat, the sleeves rolled up to reveal corded forearms. Even after this morning’s humiliating encounter, he wanted him.

  Dom’s footsteps sounded hollow as he moved closer.

  “It won’t work, Dom,” Logan said. Dom stopped in front of him, his fingers tucked in his pockets.

  “Why not?”

  “You know why,” he said, feeling suddenly tired.

  “I know that a couple hours ago we were happy – that what we had felt good, right? What’s changed?”

  “Life,” Logan muttered. “Reality. The shit that exists outside our little fuck bubble.”

  Dom slapped one of his palms next to Logan’s head as he closed the distance between them. “So that’s all we have between us? All you want is my dick and my ass?”

  He forced himself to remain still as Dom stuck his nose against his neck and inhaled. It made him think of a stallion preparing to mount a mare. And it fucking turned him on. “Which one do you want more right now?” Dom whispered as he brought his pelvis in closer and brushed his cock against Logan’s. “Or is it my mouth you want?” God forgive him, but he did want that. But then the word whore flashed through his mind and it was Declan Hale’s voice that said it.

  “How did he know my name?” Logan asked.

  Dom stiffened and pulled back slightly. He seemed to put a lid on any desire that had been building and he stepped back.

  “He’s working the Reynolds case.”

  “He’s a cop?”