by E. Davies
It took Logan a moment to realize what Hunter meant: the two of them.
Hunter continued, “My proposal. We don't know which of us will win the bid. And I think we both want different things if we win.” He rubbed the back of Logan's neck, massaging lightly.
Logan nodded. Where exactly was this going? He had a suspicion he knew.
“So, no matter who wins, I want to let you know that I'm going to give you permission to build that house, and I'll give you the land you need for it... as long as you let me romance you on just one date,” Hunter told him, that spark of bold adventure back in his eyes and a smile hovering on his lips. “Let me show you that romance isn't altogether awful.”
Logan stared, a shiver running down his spine at the way a thumb was slowly rubbing at a sensitive spot behind his ear. “I...” he trailed off.
“And Logan... whatever happens tonight... you don't need to use your body to persuade me in any particular direction. My mind is made up. The deal is on the table even if you go home this second.”
This was unlike anything Logan had ever agreed to, or been offered. “You really want to... just take me on one date?” Is it because he thinks I'm hot? What about the differences between us? Does he realize how much of a gap there is between us?
“Really,” Hunter nodded. “I'll see if I can get you enjoying the high life, or if I don't mind the mud. Either way, we're going to be neighbors, so it's only right to be on good terms.” Hunter's phone rang and Logan's stomach lurched. “That'll be them. So, do you agree--”
“Yes,” Logan cut Hunter off. He could barely breathe. Letting Hunter waste his time and money on a foolish attempt at romancing him in exchange for the certainty of getting the home he wanted, and being able to preserve the rest of the area and habitat? It wasn't even a question. “Yes, I'll do it.”
Hunter smiled, dropping his hand from the back of Logan's head. He locked eyes with Logan as he dug his ringing phone out of his pocket and raised it to his ear. “Hunter speaking. Yes. Oh, wonderful. Thank you for telling me. Yes, my attorney will be in touch tomorrow morning to settle the details.”
Logan closed his eyes for a moment, knowing exactly what the other end of the conversation was. He reached into his pocket to turn his phone off. He didn't even want to take the call, probably from Blythe.
When Hunter hung up, his gaze was surprisingly sympathetic. “Well, good or bad news, depending on which way you look at it...”
For some reason, Logan didn't feel disappointed, and he didn't understand why. He ought to have been furious that they passed over his bid for this entitled jerk's, but now he couldn't even think of Hunter as disparagingly as he wanted to. He barely thought the words before he let them spill from his lips.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Hunter tossed his phone aside and leaned in to press his lips against Logan's. Seconds later, his hand cupped Logan's cheek again, his other hand running down over his knee and then up his thigh, over his hip, and up his side.
Hunter kissed like he was born to it. Those warm, wet lips slid against his own, Hunter's tongue gently prying through Logan's to tease at the tip of his tongue. The billionaire's touch made Logan's skin burn with pleasure, the blood already rushing south. Fuck. In this moment, Hunter wasn't the cocky bastard who had just beaten Logan... he was the sensual alpha male Logan craved orders from.
“Come here,” Hunter whispered against Logan's lips, gripping Logan's hip to encourage him to scoot closer. Logan didn't hesitate to roll over until he knelt over Hunter's lap.
He was finally going to indulge that little beast in his head that couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to tangle his hands in Hunter's hair, kiss the fuck out of him until that smart smirk faded and a flush of arousal tinged his cheeks instead... kiss Hunter until he couldn't resist taking it to the next level.
But first, he had to remind him of something. “This is just sex,” Logan told him, looking directly into Hunter's eyes to make sure he was listening. “No romance. I don't do romance, especially with men like you.”
Hunter squeezed Logan's hips and nodded. “If that's what you're offering.”
Finally, with that much clear, Logan indulged his urge.
He kissed the fuck out of Hunter.
Hunter moaned, the sound guttural and pleased as Logan's lips worked against his, Logan's spare hand running down his chest, then up his untucked shirt. Logan loved the sensation of bare skin and firm muscle against his palm. He tweaked a nipple between his thumb and the side of his index finger, watching as Hunter's body twitched with pleasure.
Hunter bit at Logan's lips a few times, and then let him keep kissing him for another minute before his gaze grew stricter. His voice dropped an octave as he gave a husky order. “On your knees, Logan.”
The sound of the man's voice was enough to get Logan hard.
Hunter knew exactly what he wanted, and he wasn't afraid of telling him.
Logan slid off the couch, scrambling onto the floor and leaning in to shove Hunter's thighs apart. Logan bit and kissed his way up his inner thighs through the fabric, brushing his nose along the sensitive skin closest to Hunter's groin.
Hunter's slacks were already stretched tight and bulging with his arousal. Logan rubbed his palm into the firm length, aware of Hunter's hands coming to rest on his shoulders to keep him in place. Moments later, he caught the zipper between two fingers and drew it down, working a finger inside and crooking it to tease the edge of Hunter's erection.
Hunter's hips bucked a little. Logan smirked as he unbuttoned his pants, then pulled them down. He caught the elastic waistband of his underwear next and tugged it down, the dark fur above his groin revealed first.
It was Logan's turn to gasp when Hunter's cock sprang forth – a long, thick, delicious-looking cock. Jesus, he hadn't expected this guy to have the whole package. If they ended up fucking, he hoped Hunter would finger him first to be sure. Had he ever been fucked by a guy this big?
“Nnh, less admiring, more action,” Hunter murmured, cupping Logan's cheek for a moment. His expression was satisfied, though. Guys loved having their cock looked at like he'd never seen one like it before – except that this time, it was true.
This time, Logan wanted to suck it. He wanted to pry every last reaction out of Hunter's mouth, wanted to run his lips and tongue along the rock-hard velvet of his arousal, trace every vein, kiss every inch...
Logan leaned in to lick that beautiful length from the base to the tip. The veins were already raised along stiff flesh, the head lightly pointed and darker than the rest of the shaft. The length was perfectly straight. God, Logan couldn't get over how thick it was.
He wrapped his hand around the base, scooting close against the couch to get a broad swipe in with his tongue from his balls all the way up the shaft.
The closer to the tip he got, the more Hunter's eyes slid closed, his lips parting for air. Logan repeated the maneuver a few more times, then circled his tongue around the head, tasting the man's salty musk. He fucking loved how Hunter tasted.
Of course, he thought. He desired everything else he shouldn't desire about the man.
“Don't be a tease,” Hunter murmured. “That's my job.”
Logan obediently closed his lips around the head, keeping the suction tight. Then, he bobbed his head slowly all the way down the length to the base, watching the way Hunter's toes curled into the floor on either side of where Logan knelt. Hunter's thighs tightened, his expression shifting into pure pleasure.
“Nngh,” Logan even moaned around the length as he took it as far into the back of his throat as possible, not yet able to get all the way down at this angle. He stroked and squeezed the rest of the base with his hand, then let his lips slip back up and back down again. Logan sucked the huge cock with grace, bobbing his head rhythmically until he heard Hunter moan and then keeping that same pace.
Just as he hit his stride, Hunter grabbed his shoulders and lifted him until his mouth popped of
f Hunter's cock. He hardly knew what to expect as the man rose to his feet, manhandling Logan until he knelt over the couch.
A sharp slap against one of his rounded cheeks made his whole cock jolt with pleasure, and it was Logan's turn to moan, pressing his face into the back of the couch and gripping it tightly. He was rewarded with another slap, and fuck, if he wasn't already as hard and even wet as he could remember. He had to be inches away from orgasm already. Fucking pheromones.
He couldn't resist being a smart-ass. “I thought you didn't spank men you weren't dating.”
Hunter easily unfastened his jeans, sliding them along with his underwear down to his knees. He leaned down to kiss and bite the back of his neck, and while one hand ran across his now-exposed ass, the other slid up underneath his shirt to sharply tweak and twist one of his nipples.
“Nnngh!” Logan couldn't remember the last time he'd enjoyed this particular painful pleasure, and his body burned for more. Hunter's nail flicked his nipple a few more times. Then his fingertip circled it before Hunter pinched the pink nub again.
“Naughty,” Hunter purred. “I knew you'd talk back to me.”
“Good thing – nnh!” Logan's cock bobbed in the air with desire as his whole body twitched at another sensual pinch and roll of Hunter's fingers. “Good thing you like it.”
Despite his mouth, Logan was already putty in Hunter's capable hands. He spread his knees as much as he could, then struggled to kick his jeans off. Hunter pulled his collared shirt off, then his t-shirt.
That left him naked, still kneeling with his forehead pressed against the couch. He snuck a glance underneath himself to the sight of muscled thighs behind his own, Hunter's cock still exposed and bumping against his bare ass.
Each little brush sent jolts of desire through Logan, who wanted to ram backwards onto the arousal and feel every inch of it fucking him.
“Much better,” Hunter murmured, leaning down to kiss from the small of his back all the way up his spine. He licked his fingers and kept teasing Logan's other nipple, the small waves of pleasure becoming too intense.
Logan moaned helplessly. He braced himself on the couch, his thighs already shaking lightly with pleasure and arousal. He wanted Hunter inside him now.
A slick sound behind him was quickly followed by the sensation of coolness against his tight opening. Hunter's fingers slipped into him with skillful care, then slid in and out as Hunter took his chance to finger-fuck him first.
“Oh, god,” Logan moaned into the couch, the touches to his prostate sending deep, throbbing pleasure through him. His cock was already hard, but now it was rock-hard and even more sensitive, like Hunter was rubbing the base of it deep inside Logan's body each time he circled the nub.
When he was on edge, Hunter's fingers slid out again, and he heard the foil of a condom packet ripping. He snuck another peek, watching the billionaire's broad, soft hand slide the condom smoothly down the shaft, then rub a few times.
“I suppose you only use eco-friendly condoms,” Hunter murmured, and he heard the teasing grin by now.
“Fuck off,” Logan moaned, clenching for a moment from the sheer need to have Hunter inside him. He was burning with desperation, his breathing coming in deep pants.
“Sure you don't want to reword that a bit?”
Logan obediently whispered, “Fuck me.”
“What do you say...?”
The ultimate tease: the cock head rubbed across the opening, back and forth, all around. It was slick, hot, hard, and not going into him yet.
Logan's head snapped up and he glared over his shoulder, getting his first proper look at the man kneeling behind him on the edge of the sofa, one hand on Logan's lower back and the other wrapped around his own huge, throbbing cock... the cock that wasn't nearly close enough to Logan. “Fucking please fuck me,” he snapped.
His temper paid off. “Oh, I will,” Hunter grinned. Then, at last, the pleasant burn he was waiting for.
“Nnh, yes,” he managed, panting heavily and clutching the back of the sofa. He was rewarded with a few powerful thrusts as Hunter slid deeper and deeper, then out again, working his way in. He took it slow enough that he didn't hurt Logan, for which Logan was thankful. A cock that size took time.
Hunter leaned down to kiss the back of his neck again. “Perfect,” he murmured, then gripped Logan's hip hard to keep his hips in place as he thrust in a quick rhythm.
Every firm rub across his prostate made Logan flinch with pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut now. Then, to make it even harder to hold out, Hunter reached underneath him. The broad hand wrapped around Logan's hard cock, Hunter's fingers warm and perfectly tight around his shaft.
“God,” Logan whispered, rewarded with a deep chuckle from Hunter. He thrust his hips forward and into those tight fingers, then backwards and into the cock inside him. This was one of his favorite positions. A man like Hunter who knew how to use his muscles could take advantage of it.
Logan's body was hot all over, his every ounce of attention focused on finding his orgasm. Hunter's strokes plus the thorough fucking he was giving Logan were enough to push Logan to the brink of orgasm.
The last few desperate thrusts of his hips into Hunter's hand, then back into that huge cock, were enough that his orgasm spilled from him without hesitation. He groaned throatily, feeling Hunter's teeth lightly nipping his shoulder and adding extra sensation that he so appreciated in the moment.
Just a few moments after his muscles finished unclenching and loosening and he glanced back over his shoulder, he saw Hunter slamming as deep as he could go, his hips jerking back and forth in that certain way that he knew meant an orgasm was hitting him. The other clue was the moan, deep and guttural, that Hunter let go, his head rolling back so the line of his throat was exposed. His expression was blissful and... stunningly gorgeous.
They were still and quiet as they drew apart, cleaning up with tissues and tossing the waste away in a discreet bin in the corner.
Logan was lost in thought, and perhaps Hunter was, too. For his part, Logan was a bit worried about how this might play out. He believed by now that Hunter was honorable enough to keep to his deal if he'd been after sex. If Hunter had been truthful about his desires, it was more than that, though.
But he couldn't properly read him yet. There was more going on behind the scenes than Hunter wanted to tell him.
“I should go,” Logan finally said when he was dressed again, and Hunter quickly glanced over.
“You could stay, if you wanted,” Hunter threw out there, but didn't force him to respond either way to that. “Did you drive? I'll call a taxi.”
Logan shook his head. “I'm fine. I'll go,” he told him. “When should I meet you about the details?”
Hunter checked his phone. “I think I'm free over the next evening or two.”
“Wednesday evening, we have a meeting with Green Hearts,” Logan told him, feeling tentative about whether or not Hunter would even be interested. “I'm getting their suggestions for land use. It would be good to have the new technical landowner there...”
“Of course. I'll be there. Text me the details. Speaking of which, give me your number,” Hunter instructed, handing over his phone. Logan entered his number and name, then passed the phone back to him, their hands brushing.
Logan felt a little spark at the touch, despite the fact that he'd found blissful orgasm short minutes ago. What was it? A desire for affection? He brushed it off.
Logan nodded, then swallowed hard. “I'll see you Wednesday, then.” As long as he doesn't stand me up.
“I'll be on time,” Hunter promised, walking him to the side door and seeing him out again.
Logan scurried to get off the property and back through the gate to the path, then back to the road. He had a long walk, then a bus ride back home, but that would give him ample time to think once more about what he'd just done, and why it seemed so much more significant than it should have been.
Why did every meeting with Hunter
end that way?
Chapter 6
Hunter
Logan had been so insistent on going home after their wild encounter on the couch that Hunter was a little worried.
Had he crossed some boundary?
He'd been so eager to follow every order Hunter had given him. Hell, he'd taken over in some ways. But they hadn't talked about the specifics, other than the fact that romance was off the table.
From the way he talked, Logan enjoyed his own pleasures in private. Logan knew he was free to leave Hunter hanging and walk out at any time if he'd wanted to, so it wasn't about that.
He'd wanted Hunter fast and hard that night, and then... perhaps... he couldn't face what he'd done. Or had he been using Hunter more than Hunter had been using him?
This didn't bode well for a date.
Hunter had no idea why he was so interested in getting a date with Logan, anyway. For some reason, he wanted the chance to take Logan out and romance him... just to see what happened.
Hunter rarely second-guessed himself, so he was going with it. He had a policy of not second-guessing himself when it came to dates. He'd had many interesting first – even second and third – dates because of it, but eventually, they were all the same.
Except Logan.
That had to be why he was so interested in him. Logan was utterly different from any other man he knew. Granted, he mostly knew the rich and ultra-rich... but people tended to be in awe of him, or they'd try to butter him up. Even if they disliked him, they still respected him for his social status and bank account.
Logan had made it perfectly clear that respect was earned based on his actions, a challenge Hunter couldn't remember having had to meet in a long time.
And somehow, it drove him crazy for him. He was obsessing over that first fuck, of how blissful it had been to sink deep inside Logan and rock into him until they both lost control.
It was just sex.
He'd had better sex, surely. He'd had much kinkier sex, he was certain of it. He'd had sex with romance, with a long-term commitment and intimacy that lent depth to the moment.