Page 74 of Bloom: Part 1

He pressed his lips to mine, smearing shaving cream on my cheek. “That’s what I want to do every time I see your face.” He grabbed a towel and wiped the cream from my face. “Here, I’ll show you how to do it.”

“You trust me with this?” I ran my thumb over the sharp edge of the razor, the cold steel biting in my skin.

“Yeah, after all, it’s my balls you’re after, not my neck.” He took my hand and guided it toward his cheek. “Gently now.”

I held my breath as I glided the razor over his skin. It was much harder than I thought, and I had to concentrate on not pressing too hard. The soft scruff of his beard scraped against the metal blade. The trust he showed in me, allowing me to hold something so sharp against his skin, stirred something deep within me.

“Am I doing good?” My voice was barely above a whisper, uncertainty threading through it.

“You’re doing wonderful, sweetheart.” Logan’s tone was soothing and encouraging, just like we were in bed. I swallowed as my cock hardened against his shirt. How could such a simple act turn sexual? The way he watched me tenderly made it difficult to breathe. All the blood seemed to have rushed to my cock.

With each pass of the razor, the shaving cream diminished, revealing the smooth skin beneath. Logan’s approving sounds and the warmth of his gaze bolstered my confidence.

“Done,” I said, a note of pride in my voice as I lowered the razor to the sink and admired my work. “Do you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Then this is my job from now on. No one else is allowed to shave you.”

He sighed. “Yes, your Royal Bossiness.”

He rinsed his face, washing away the last remnants of the cream. He patted his skin dry with a towel and turned to me with his hands high on my thighs. “Now, how can I repay you?”

I bit my bottom lip, my heart skipping a beat. I caught the hem of my shirt and raised it to my waist, revealing my hard-on.

“Naughty boy. Did it turn you on to shave me?”

“I don’t know how, but yes.”

“You want me to go down on you?”

“Yes!”

He chuckled softly, spat in his hand, and stroked my length. I clenched my shirt in my fist. “Oh.”

He lowered himself so he was on eye level with my lap. “Don’t forget to breathe.”

Anticipation curled in my belly, and then his warm lips closed around me. I bit my bottom lip to stop the slutty moan from escaping. I never thought I’d be this needy for a man’s mouth on my body. Logan worked his mouth around me, the silken pressure overwhelming my senses. The squelch of my cock hitting the back of his throat echoed in the bathroom.

“Logan…” I dug my fingers through his damp hair. “Feels so fucking amazing.”

An image flashed through my mind of Logan’s tongue running over my hole. I scooted lower until I was half lying on the vanity, clutched the backs of my knees, and pulled them into my chest.

Logan released my cock, licked my balls, and ran his tongue down my taint. With one hand stroking me, he slipped the other down to my hole, and I let out a hiss. Despite his gentle care in prepping me last night, it still hurt there.

“Sore?” he asked.

I nodded. “But I can take it.”

“You need time to rest.”

“But—”

“I’m not going to fuck you with my cock right now, Bloom. We have forever.”

Oh fuck. Forever sounded so good. But like a long time too. I didn’t want to wait that long to experience again what I had last night. Maybe… I made a mewling sound.

“What do you want?”

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