Page 67 of All Roads Lead to You

“What would you like to try? Blow jobs? Sex?”

He visibly swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to look away, but I kept his face still. “Sex?” he said, but it came out as a question.

“Anal, right?”

“I guess. I… don’t know shit about it… Ugh. That was not supposed to be a gross pun.”

A snort escaped me. “You’re really adorable, you know that, right?”

Logan scowled at me. “I’m not adorable or cute.”

“If you say so,” I quipped.

“I want to… ugh, I’m not used to talking about this shit. I’ve hidden myself for so long. Hell, I don’t even talk about these details with Hunter. I mean, if sex is involved, would that be something you’d be willing to try?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Weird how I answered that with no hesitation.

“Cool. Why?”

I shrugged. “Why not? I mean, if we’re going to explore, let’s explore all of it. But only if you’re comfortable.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you comfortable doing that?”

“I think so. The idea of it doesn’t make me squeamish or anything. In fact, I’m more curious than anything.”

“Okay.”

I evened out his sideburns. “All done. Wash your face.” Logan splashed river water on his face, washing away the remaining shaved hair and cream.

“What do you want to do? Just be open about it, Logan. It’s all good, and I’m not uncomfortable, though I keep thinking I should be.”

“Can I give you head? I won’t ask you to do that to me, but I want to do it for you.”

And just like that, my dick perked right up with visions of Logan on his knees, sucking me down while looking up, begging for direction with his eyes.

Fuck me.

I’d always been a bit bossy in bed with Lauren. But doing that with Logan? I wasn’t sure if I could do that. He was inexperienced with sex and could be a bit shy, but he wasn't the submissive type at all. We still had a lot to learn about each other.

I actually liked that none of this bothered me. Once Logan and I set aside our differences, we just naturally fell into each other. I felt at home with him.

“Head sounds like fun. And I’m not going to leave you hanging.”

“Only if you’re sure.”

Could I swallow his cum? Only time would tell. I’d let the moment decide.

Instead of responding to him, I ran a hand along his face and throat. “Man, I’m pretty awesome at this shaving thing. You’re smooth as a baby. My turn!”

“Okay, wet your face, then come sit between my legs, facing the water.”

I did as I was told and sat on the ground. He rested his hand on my forehead and eased my head back onto his shoulder, then lathered me up. After wetting the razor, he went to work on my face.

Logan’s shaving me was more ritualistic and intimate, with his now smooth face pressed against my forehead. He stroked the razor down my skin, periodically pressing kisses to my temple.

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