Page 72 of All Roads Lead to You

“I like yours, too.”

“So, do I… just go at it?”

Nick smiled broadly, his hands unmoving on the pillow, as if I were still pinning him down. “If you want. Or you can work your way up to it by kissing parts of my body. Just do what makes you comfortable, Logan.”

“But I want you to enjoy it.”

“Oh, I will. Trust me. There’s no wrong way here.”

I nodded and sat on my knees between his thighs. My hands traveled across the planes of his chest, brushing my thumb over his nipples before dragging them down through his happy trail toward the prize, but bypassing his cock to move back up his body.

I bent down, pressed kisses to his chest, and curled my tongue around one of his nipples. Nick groaned and punched his hips.

“You like that?”

“Yeah.”

I took his other nipple between my teeth and gently tugged, watching his every reaction. His eyes were closed, and his lips were parted.

I pressed my hands to the bed on either side of him. He held onto my forearms as I leaned down and peppered his smooth skin with kisses, working my way down his beautiful body. My stomach flopped and twisted the closer I got to his cock, trembling from nerves and excitement.

When I finally reached the prize, I fisted his hard length, giving it a few tugs, debating how best to approach this.

“Don’t think too hard about it. You know where we’re the most sensitive, right?”

I nodded.

“Focus on those areas with your tongue, and treat your mouth like it’s your hand, sucking and bobbing your head. If you want, you can play with my nuts.”

I bent closer to him and pressed my nose between his thigh and dick and fuck… His scent was unreal. I didn’t know what it was, but it smelled different from the rest of him. It was earthy and feral.

“Shit, you smell so fucking good,” I rasped.

I took another deep breath of him before I lifted his dick upright and ran my tongue over the head.

“Christ! Yeah, uh, sorry. Didn’t mean to yell like that.”

I snorted a laugh and did it again, pulling out a groan from him. His pre-cum was a bit bitter, but had a surprisingly sweet aftertaste. I wanted more, so much more. Nick was pure temptation, from his thick dark hair and fathomless eyes to his smooth olive skin and gorgeous dick.

Now I was addicted to his smell and taste.

I wrapped my lips around his length, going as far as I could, which was surprisingly far. His dick hit my throat as my nose nestled close to his patch of dark hair.

“Holy fuck… whoa, you can go deep without even trying,” he moaned.

I popped off and stroked him. “Is that good?”

“Uh, yeah… very.”

I gave myself a mental pat on the back and did it again, getting lost in the intense heat coming off him and his delicious flavor. It was messy, clumsy, and awkward, but I did my best to please him.

I knew right then that this wouldn’t be nearly enough. I needed so much more of Nick. All of him.

Chapter 22

Nick

Did Logan give the best head? No. He’d have me on fire, ready to come, but then he’d pop off or move somewhere else, leaving me desperate. The timing was off, and he lacked rhythm. Yet Logan sucked me in—pun intended. He was completely into it with his enthusiasm, doing everything he could to get me to come. He wasn’t lazy or indifferent about it, just to get the job over and done with.

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