Page 64 of Bloom: Part 1

“Logan,” he gasped out, reaching one hand back to grasp my hair. I ignored the twinge of pain and continued my assault on his sensitive flesh. His mewls of pleasure fueled me.

He was soft here, his vulnerability laid bare for me to explore. I relished it, pushing deeper with my tongue as his body opened readily for me. A quake ran through him, signaling his impending release, and I pulled away. “Not yet.”

I brushed two fingers over his hole, petting him where I would be before the night ended. I bit his cheek. “Beautiful. So fucking perfect.” I rubbed my face over his cheeks, licking and nipping. When I pulled back, his ass was bruised all over.

I traced the pink imprints of my mouth on his skin. He shuddered beneath me. I stood and kissed where his neck met his shoulder. He tilted his head back, and I took his lips with mine while I pinched his and pressed the other hand against his hole.

“Let’s go.”

Bloom followed me out of the shower as I opened the medicine cabinet and searched for lube. His arms came around me, and he kissed the center of my back.

“I like being naked with you, Logan.”

I groaned. “Believe me. The feeling’s mutual.”

I hastily toweled us both dry, and we returned to the bedroom. Bloom shoved me onto my back and straddled me. He looked down at me, his lips slightly parted, his desire mirrored in his deep green eyes. His skin was still damp, glistening in the soft light of the bedside lamps.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, tracing his ribs, cupping his waist, and pulling him closer. “Come sit on my face and make it your chair.”

He was a fast learner and knew exactly what he wanted. He braced his hands on the headboard and lowered his ass over my face. I brushed my fingers along the inside of his thighs, his muscles tensing under my touch. He jumped when my other hand found its way to his cheeks again and spread him apart. I pressed my tongue against him and licked a sweet line from his hole to his taint. Some things were instinct after all; he moved his hips, grinding his hole down on my tongue.

“Logan…I never knew this would feel so good. I don’t want you to stop.”

His vulnerability, his raw honesty, was a drug I was hooked on. I urged him down harder against my mouth, spinning him farther into ecstasy as my tongue worked its magic.

17

BLOOM

Sticking your tongue up somebody’s ass was something I would never have thought to hold any appeal. But fuck almighty, Logan did it so well. He turned me into one of those femme boys the Reapers dated, gasping and gyrating on his face like I was a pole dancer. Not that I believed in any of that. But yeah, he worked that tongue across my sensitive skin, making me feel sensations I never thought possible.

How could I be embarrassed at something that felt so good? I was getting high off his mouth pressed to my hole. I balanced on my arms and rode his tongue until, for the third time that night, a coiled spring tightened in my belly. And just as he did all the other times, Logan backed off, turning us over so I was under him.

My frustration in not coming was lost in his frenzied kiss as he devoured my mouth, his tongue dancing a wild tango with mine. He slid his hands down my body, leaving fireworks in their wake that only intensified when he reached my throbbing hardness. His grip was firm, sending a delicious shiver up my spine. His other hand was exploring my chest, pinching and lightly twistingthe jeweled-studded nubs that begged for attention I didn’t even know they needed.

How he knew so much about my body that I didn’t blew my mind.

Logan kissed my neck, panting against me as if in pain.

“Logan?”

“Need a minute.”

When the time passed, he raised his head, looking almost embarrassed. “Sorry. It’s hard touching you like this.”

“It is?”

“Yes. All I want is to be inside you, but not yet. We still have to prep you.”

I didn’t understand a word of what he’d said. Except for that one time I’d walked in on Crowe and Max, I never saw my brothers having sex with their boyfriends. The moments I’d glimpsed them fucking some rando, they’d never seemed to be as attentive as Logan. I’d never been that interested in sex to pay any attention to the details, but apparently prepping meant lube. Lots and lots of lube.

Logan shoved a pillow beneath my hips. “Ready?”

I nodded, but I wasn’t sure. His fingertips touched my hole, and I blew out a breath and jerked my hips up. My legs shook.

“I have to prep you, Bloom. Remember what we talked about? That there’s a way to make you enjoy it? This is that way.”

Oh.

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