I licked him like a fucking lollipop for a second before sucking him down again, using my hand to fist the rest of his shaft, and got serious. We couldn’t spare a second to play around and explore.
Logan’s velvety cock was a bit salty from sweat, and he smelled of soap mixed with musk. I had no idea why it all turned me on, but it did, making me leak in my shorts.
“Fuck, Nick… you look so hot down there. Suck me harder.”
He gently thrust into my mouth in rhythm to my movements, making me gag a bit, but I breathed through it. To push him to come faster, I played with his balls with one hand and slipped a finger between his legs and up his ass cheeks, grazing his hole.
“God, I love your mouth. How are you so good at this” he breathed until his body shuddered. When his cock became hot and got even hotter, I knew he was close.
“I’m coming…”
A second later, Logan was shooting his load into my mouth, tasting like bitterness and sin, and I gulped it down as if it was the finest dessert.
As I stood, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and dragged his shorts and underwear back up. Logan suddenly came at me, pulled my face to his with two hands, and tasted himself on my tongue without hesitation.
So fucking sexy.
“Your turn,” he said on my lips before spinning me around and shoving my back against the wall. He took a quick look around the area, and there was still no one, so he dropped to his knees, unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, pulling them down with my underwear.
Like me, Logan didn’t waste a second before sucking me down.
Yeah, he looked amazing down there, worshiping my dick. We were both still sloppy and awkward about it, but as long as we came, that was all that mattered—an ‘A for effort’ and all that.
It didn’t take long to build my climax, but there was something about a finger in your asshole that really tipped you over the edge. My cum rushed into his mouth, and as soon as he finished swallowing, we heard the sounds of wheels on gravel.
“Fuck!” I hissed.
Logan wiped his mouth, and I pulled up my pants. We peeked around the corner of the building to see parents messing with little kids in the car. Since they were distracted, Logan and I rushed to the Mustang, hopped in, and took off, laughing like a couple of lunatics.
“Shit, that was close,” he said.
And fun.
Chapter 28
Logan
Ten hours later, we checked into our hotel room just outside the historical part of Albuquerque. We planned to stay overnight and then drive the eight hours to the Grand Canyon, but we had some time in the morning to check out the old town.
The room was surprisingly quaint, and the bathroom had one of those old-fashioned standalone tubs I couldn’t wait to sink into.
We barely finished getting the car unloaded when Nick was on me, shoving me onto the much-too-soft bed, consuming my mouth.
I swear, once we had sex, Nick was insatiable. I’d never in my life had anyone want me, not like Nick. I felt as sexy as he claimed I was. But I was also growing apprehensive, worrying about our families. Once I had a taste of Nick, I never wanted to let him go. But I would have to so we could keep our family intact... maybe.
“Stop thinking so hard, Logan,” he said, his lips ghosting mine with his hard, beautiful body pressed against me like a weight, keeping me safe and protected.
But he was right. Now wasn’t the time to wallow in worries about ‘what ifs.’
“I take it you’re hungry for more of Logan’s dick? Didn’t get enough at the rest stop?”
Nick snorted a laugh. “I’m hungry for more of Logan’s ass. And don’t ever talk in the third person again.”
Before I could respond or even laugh, he was kissing me. Kissing Nick was an all-consuming event. Every time we kissed, the words hunger, starving, and insatiable crossed my thoughts. We couldn’t get enough.
Instead of questioning how this was possible, being with the man I’d been obsessed over for so long, I was grateful for it—grateful for his pansexuality and openness to allow us to be together and explore without fear.
Nick suddenly sat up and pulled off my shorts and briefs. “I’m going to fuck you now.”