Page 73 of All Roads Lead to You

I lay there, grasping his hair, wiggling my hips for him to hit a certain spot. I was completely lost in his hot, wet mouth. Drool was everywhere, but I didn’t give a fuck. And god, the sounds coming from him, slurping, sucking, grunting… Jesus.

And damn, he could take me deep. Whenever I hit the back of his throat, my eyes would roll into my head.

He popped off again, and I groaned in irritation.

“I really like sucking your cock, Nick.”

“Logan!” I yelled, half laughing, half exasperated.

“What?”

“I’m fucking close. Don’t stop.”

“Oops…”

Logan went at it even harder, using his mouth and hand. My body burned, and the pressure was intense, making my balls tight and heavy, ready to explode. My heart thundered in my chest and pulsed in my ears. Fuck me. Was it possible to die of a blow job?

“Finger me.”

“Huh?”

“Stick your finger in me.”

Logan spread my ass cheeks without hesitation and slipped his index finger into my spit-covered hole. It felt strange, but I liked it, too. “Keep sucking.”

“Oh, right…”

As soon as his mouth wrapped around the head of my dick and he thrust that finger in deeper, I was done for.

I gripped his hair even tighter as I groaned and thrust, coming in a rush. Shit, he swallowed my cum on his first try, too. I pulsed over and over in his mouth as my body shuddered from my overstimulated dick.

“Oh, god…”

Logan suddenly pulled back, and I sat up with him, still clinging to his hair, and yanked him into a kiss with a need to taste myself on his tongue. I had no idea why, but I just had the overwhelming urge to do it.

The bittersweetness that filled his mouth now filled mine.

“Was… that okay?” he asked when we came up for air.

What happened to my brooding and angry Logan? In his place was this sweet, shy, unsure yet eager-to-please, caring man.

I rested my forehead on his as we both panted. “Yes, Logan. That was okay.” I scoffed at myself. “No, it was more than just okay. What did you think about giving your first head?”

“I want more, Nick. So much more.”

Fuck… this man. I had no idea what our future looked like or if we even had one, but I wanted more, too.

“I do, too.”

Logan pulled away and captured me with his hazel stare. “You do?”

“Yes. Starting now.”

I lunged at him and tossed him onto his back as he’d done to me earlier. “This is new to me, too, so…”

“It’ll be amazing,” he breathed, raising his head for a kiss, which I happily obliged—with lots of tongue.

Seriously, where did this Logan come from? Had he always been this way?

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