Only You (Robson Brothers Book 3)

by A. T Brennan

  He took the supplies from me and tossed them on one of the cushions, then he pulled me up against his body and kissed the side of my neck.

  My dick instantly went hard again, and I gasped as his fingers slipped down the cleft of my ass and gently traced over my hole.

  He didn’t try to push in, he just teased it as he kissed and nibbled at the tender skin under my ear.

  “Fuck, Logan,” I moaned as his other hand moved between us so he could stroke my cock.

  “It’s okay. Just relax and enjoy it,” he whispered in my ear as I went to grip his length in my hand. “This is about you. I’ll get more than enough when I’m inside you.”

  Fucking hell, his words were almost as hot as what he was doing to my body.

  I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but when he pulled away I had to bite my lip to stop myself from begging him to get on with it.

  “Kneel on the cushions and put your hands on the back. That way you can control where I hit and how deep I go.” He gave me a sweet kiss and stepped back so I could turn around and kneel on the couch.

  I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I didn’t feel nearly as exposed as I thought I would. I gripped the back of the couch and kept my body angled up, and he was right. I felt like I had some control over what was going to happen and wasn’t just kneeling there waiting to get fucked.

  I heard the top of the lube bottle closing and glanced over my shoulder as Logan stepped up behind me.

  “Just relax and let me take care of you.” He put one hand on my back and the other moved between us.

  “God!” I gasped as his slippery fingers traced over my hole again.

  “Bear down a little when you feel some pressure, it’ll help me slip inside you.”

  I could feel him start to press down and breathed out, trying to force my body to relax as I did what he’d said. It felt strange and a little foreign, but there was no pain as he breached me, only a slight burning.

  “Is this okay?” Logan asked gently, pausing.

  “Yeah, it’s okay.” I nodded and turned so I was looking over the back of the couch. The burning sensation faded quickly, and then there was definite pressure as he started to push in further.

  “Fuck, holy shit.” I squeezed my eyes closed when I felt his palm against my ass. It felt foreign and there was definite pain now. There was also a feeling of being stretched and a burning that went deep. It wasn’t horrible, but I hoped it would get better sooner rather than later.

  “Okay, I’m going to move. Ready?”

  “Yeah.”

  The first few strokes felt a little weird and I worried I’d have to stop him before we could get started, then his finger grazed over my prostate and my entire body lit up with pleasure as the pain and burning melted away.

  “Fuck yes. Oh god, Logan!” I panted and pushed my body up, trying to force his finger to press down harder as he stroked me.

  “God you’re so fucking sexy.” His voice was deep and husky, and I felt him slip another finger inside me. “So fucking hot, babe.”

  “Move faster, please.” I knew I was begging but didn’t care. I needed more. “Oh fuck.”

  It felt like I was on the verge of orgasm. My body was tight, my balls were aching and I was leaking like a motherfucker, but it wasn’t enough.

  “Please, fuck me,” I begged. “I’m ready.”

  Logan pulled his fingers out of me and I heard the crinkling of a condom wrapper and then the popping of the lube top.

  “Lean down until I’m in. It’ll be easier on you.” His hand gently pushed down on my shoulder and I did as he said, resting my cheek on the back of the couch.

  A moment later I felt the head of his cock pressing against me, and drew in a rasping breath. He was a lot bigger than his fingers, but he was pushing so gently I could feel my body stretching around him as he pushed in. There was pain and burning again, but he was being gentle enough it didn’t make me want to stop.

  He took his time, moving inch by incredible inch until he was all the way inside me.

  “Fuck, babe. You’re so fucking tight.” One of his hands ran up and down my spine as the other gripped my hip. “You ready to get fucked?”

  “Yes. God yes.”

  He pulled back until he was almost all the way out of me, then pushed back in. As he did the head of his dick ran over my prostate and it went from feeling good to almost unbearably perfect.

  “Fuck! Yeah, like that.”

  “So fucking sexy.” Logan’s tone was almost reverent as he began to move faster, his hand still stroking my skin in a comforting and strangely erotic way. “So hot.”

  “God!”

  I was panting and groaning like a porn star as he fucked me. I usually wasn’t very vocal during sex, but I’d never felt anything like this before and I couldn’t control it.

  “Yes, harder baby!” I cried out as he slammed into me so hard his balls slapped against my skin.

  Instinctively I pushed up so I could almost feel his chest against my back, his hand on my hip reminding me to arch my back so he wouldn’t slip out. I’d never been more thankful for having something to hold onto as I was at that moment. If the back of the couch hadn’t been there I would have fallen over.

  “So hot.” Logan’s teeth grazed over the side of my neck as his hand moved from my back down to grip my cock. “You like getting your ass fucked?”

  “I fucking love it.”

  Now I definitely couldn’t control any of the sounds that were coming out of my mouth, and I didn’t care that I sounded like a total cockslut. All I could think about was how amazing it felt, and how close I was to coming.

  “That’s it, baby. Come for me,” Logan whispered in my ear as he began to stroke my dick in time with his thrusts, and the dual sensation was enough to send me crashing over the edge.

  “Fuck!”

  I almost collapsed over the back of the couch as my orgasm burst out of my body. I was barely aware of him crying out and pulsing inside me as he came only seconds after I did. He continued to stroke into me through both of our orgasms, and when he finally stopped I felt like I was about to pass out from pleasure.

  His hands gripped my hips as he held me against his pelvis for a moment, and then we both collapsed.

  I gasped as I felt him slip out of me, but was grateful to be able to sit down. My legs were shaking and I was feeling a little lightheaded.

  “Adam? Babe?”

  Logan’s strong arms wrapped around me as he pulled me against his body. He felt so solid and warm, and I snapped out of whatever daze I’d been in and pulled in a deep breath.

  “Holy fuck that was awesome.” I blinked and looked up at him. “Damn.”

  Logan laughed and kissed my forehead. “Yes, it was.”

  “I never knew anything could feel like that. If I had I’d have gotten myself a dildo years ago.”

  “Now there’s something I’d like to see.” He leaned back so we were lying on the couch, but because we were both pretty big dudes I had to lay almost on top of him so we’d both fit. I didn’t mind, and he certainly didn’t seem like he did either.

  “Have you ever used one?” I asked after a pause. The thought of him fucking himself with a dildo was pretty hot. I was right there with him in the wanting to see it pool.

  “Yeah. I have one in my room.” He grinned up at me and ran his hand over my shoulder and around the back of my neck so he could pull me down for a kiss.

  “Kinky,” I teased when we pulled apart.

  “I can be.” He winked and in that moment I knew Logan was who I wanted to be with.

  It wasn’t the sex, although that had been life-altering, it was the connection after.

  I’d never been a cuddle and chit chat after sex person. I was usually hot, sweaty and satisfied, and would rather bask in the glow and get lost in my own head. With Logan I was hot, sweaty and satisfied, but I wanted to share the glow with him.

  I craved his cuddles as much as his kisses, and I was
in love with him.

  The only problem was that I couldn’t tell him.

  If I told him then I’d be putting myself out there to be hurt if he didn’t love me back. Even if he did there was that extra layer of confusion where I’d want to be boyfriends, but boyfriends didn’t keep their relationships secret.

  In order to be with Logan I’d have to come out, and I’d already woven such a web of lies it would take some time for me to untangle everything. Then I’d have to actually come out, and I was scared.

  I felt like a coward, but I was afraid of what would happen. I had one chance to get back on the team, and while I was sure that academically I was golden, there were the opinions of the coaches and players I’d have to deal with.

  Baseball had been my dream since I was a kid, it was the only dream I’d ever had. If I fucked up this year then my entire future, and everything I’d ever put into baseball, not to mention what my parents and family had put into it, would have been a waste.

  There was no doubt in my mind Logan was worth more than any game, and coming out and admitting I was in love with a guy might have absolutely no impact on my future, but I was having a hard time reconciling that because I was scared.

  I had no idea what I was going to do. The only thing I knew for sure was I was in love with my roommate, and things were only going to get more complicated the harder I fell for him.

  Chapter Ten

  Logan

  I was in trouble.

  Being with Adam had been amazing, beyond what I’d thought it would be. Even now as we cuddled on the couch, naked and spent, my mind was still lingering on what we’d shared.

  Obviously Adam was a complete virgin when it came to anything gay sex related, and the thought that I’d been his first for everything was affecting me more than I thought it would. I’d never fucked a virgin before, a few guys with only one or two experiences to their names, but never a virgin.

  I’d had a great experience my first time. My partner had really taken the time to prep me, and he’d made the entire encounter about me. I’d wanted to do that for Adam, and I hoped it had been as good for him as it had for me.

  That part wasn’t weird for me. I never wanted to be that guy who busts a nut and then bails. I liked to leave my bedmates happy and satisfied, but it had been different with Adam. I’d enjoyed it because he had, and I was completely in love with him.

  I’d been hoping it was just a blurring of lines because we were friends, roommates and lovers, but it was more than that.

  I was in love with someone for the first time, and it was my semi-closeted bisexual roommate.

  Fuck my life.

  After being with Adam I knew this was it. I couldn’t look at him the same ever again, but the hell if I knew what to do about it.

  I didn’t do boyfriends, and I definitely didn’t stick around if there was drama. Being semi-closeted made things hella complicated, and living together added another layer to it. All of that should have made me run for the hills and never look back, but something told me Adam was worth it. I wanted to be with him, but there was still that part of my brain that worried he’d end up inadvertently hurting me if I gave him everything.

  As Adam nuzzled his face against my chest I gripped him tighter, not even caring that I hadn’t pulled off the condom and was going to have to take care of it at some point. I didn’t want to move and I absentmindedly stroked his hair.

  I might think Adam was worth it, but how did he feel about me? We were friends, that much was real and obvious, but what was he feeling? Was there a chance he was in love with me too? Maybe he was falling for me and could eventually get there, or was I a casual lay he could experiment with?

  “You okay?” Adam glanced up at me.

  “I’m great, you?”

  “Perfect.” His eyes fluttered closed for a second and a small smile tugged at his lips as I rubbed his head a little harder. I loved the feel of his soft, short hair under my hand.

  “Feel good?”

  “Yeah.” He sighed and put his chin on my chest so we could look at each other a little easier. “That was really amazing.”

  “Yes, it was. You look like you have more to say.”

  “You like to do both, right?”

  “Yes, I top and bottom.”

  “And you’d still be willing to bottom for me?”

  “I think we might need a few minutes to recover, but sure. Why not?” I winked and he laughed, shaking his head.

  “Not now, obviously. But sometime?”

  “Definitely.”

  Adam sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. “I really don’t want to move.”

  “Me either. But,” I leaned up to give him a quick kiss, “I need to clean up, and I think we’ll have to get dressed at some point.”

  “Nope. This is a clothes free zone for the rest of the day.” Adam shook his head, a playful smile on his lips.

  “Really? What about all night?”

  “Clothes free until we have to adult tomorrow.”

  “I like the sound of that.” I grinned as Adam gave me another kiss and then shifted so I could sit up. “I’ll clean up and get a blanket, you pick what you want to watch.”

  “Are you asking me to Netflix and Chill?” He gave me a coy grin.

  “Pretty sure you were the one demanding it.”

  “True. Thirsty?” he asked as I stood and stretched. “I’ve got beer.”

  “Thanks.”

  It didn’t take me too long to clean up and get rid of the used condom, and I grabbed the comforter off my bed to use as a blanket. Adam was sitting on the couch waiting for me with a beer in each hand, and the sight warmed something deep in my chest.

  “Now that’s what a boy fantasizes about.”

  “What’s that?” Adam asked as I sat next to him and draped the blanket over us. “Beer?”

  “A hot naked man holding beer.”

  “I can see the appeal of that.” He handed me one and leaned against me. Even though he was slightly taller he seemed to fit perfectly against me, and cuddling felt natural.

  “So, what did you pick?” I nodded to the TV.

  “Breaking Bad? We can pick up where we left off.”

  “Sounds good.” I sipped my beer and sighed. “I could get used to this.”

  Adam and I were no stranger to cuddling, or fooling around while we tried to watch Netflix, but this was different. Beyond the fact that we were naked and snuggling under a blanket, there was a layer of intimacy that hadn’t been there before. It might have been the sex, or that I’d finally admitted I was in love with him, but everything suddenly felt very boyfriend-y.

  I didn’t want to think about anything other than how comfortable and happy I was, and instead I tried to keep my mind on Adam and the TV. I could worry about everything else later.

  * * * * *

  We spent the rest of the day and evening on the couch, only getting up to answer the door when our pizza arrived, although I had gotten dressed for that. The delivery guy didn’t need to see me naked.

  It was the perfect day and night. We’d watched Netflix, made out and taken turns getting the other off until our dicks were completely spent, even then we’d continued to cuddle and kiss. We’d devoured our pizzas and stayed up until two in the morning trying to finish off season three of the show.

  I hadn’t wanted to go to bed, and he seemed as though he was trying to hold off as well, and we’d stalled until we were both yawning. I’d wanted to invite him to my room so we could sleep together. After spending so long with him on the couch I didn’t want to sleep alone, but I chickened out.

  I was a cuddle whore when it came to sleeping with someone. Poor Avery had found that out the hard way when we’d shared a bed over Thanksgiving last year, and she’d spent the entire weekend playing little spoon for me.

  The funny thing was, I might be a cuddle whore, but I didn’t usually spend the night with anyone. Sleeping together was intimate and I only did it if I was too drunk or to
o tired to get home, and even then I was usually up early and out the door before my partner woke up. It was like I had a homing beacon that forced me to get up and get out while the sun was still rising.

  Adam was a relationship guy so I assumed he was used to sleeping with partners, but he’d never done it with a guy. Did he want to share a bed, or was that too intimate for him?

  I’d hoped he would invite me to his bed, he had offered his room for sex earlier, but he didn’t. Instead I went to bed alone, thinking about how he was just on the other side of the wall, and feeling lonely.

  It had taken way too long to fall asleep, and when my alarm had gone off at eight in the morning I’d felt dead on my feet. It had taken everything I had to crawl out of bed, shower, brush my teeth and head out the door. I didn’t even have the energy to make coffee so I’d stopped at The Co-Op and picked up an Americano with two extra shots of espresso and inhaled it on my way to class.

  I’d managed to stay awake and take notes, but hadn’t really retained anything I’d heard in my first class. I was feeling more human by my second and finally felt like myself by the end of my last class.

  Avery: dinner tonight? My treat :)

  Logan: please and thank you :)

  Avery: the bar or somewhere else?

  Logan: bar is good. Yay employee discounts ;)

  Avery: lol. True.

  Logan: is Paige working tonight?

  Avery: yeah. I think Jay is going to be coming by for the end of her shift.

  Logan: hold please

  Avery: lol

  Logan: you hitting the pub tonight?

  Jay: yeah. Paige is off at 9 so I’ll be there around 8.

  Logan: want to get the gang together?

  Jay: sure. I’ll talk to Jax

  Logan: Avery’s good to go

  Jay: then Matt will be too

  Logan: lol. Yes he will

  Jay: cool. See you then

  Logan: cool

  Logan: hey babes. Jay’s going to meet up with us, hopefully Jax too

  Avery: sweet, but just us for dinner

  Logan: no Matty?

  Avery: not tonight. I need a best friend date night :)

  Logan: :) I so need one too

  Avery: meet after class? We can grab coffee and then head over