Page 152 of Bloom: Part 2

“But I saw it happen in my mind… I saw it…I could feel it. It’s not real.”

I got to my feet then and approached Bloom. Cupping his face, I raised his head, so he was looking at me. “This is a good thing, Bloom. Your brain is telling you right now that you faced that trauma, but you can fight against it because you know it isn’t true.”

“I feel…” Bloom released a shuddering breath. “No! I won’t let Dr. Simms win. This is my body. I won’t let him control me from the grave. Logan, please. I still want you to fuck me.”

“Yes?”

He nodded. “And don’t you dare try to be gentle with me either or I’ll tie you to the bed and fuck myself on your cock the way I want it. Fast and hard. So fucking hard.”

I picked Bloom up and dumped him on the bed. I placed a quick kiss on his nose, then stood to shed my clothes. Bloom shuffled up the bed and turned over to open the drawer of the nightstand. He took out a bottle of lube, a devilish grin on his lips.

“You’ve been thinking about this?” I dropped my jeans and underwear to the floor.

“I’m always thinking about your cock buried deep inside my hole. Nothing’s changed.”

It took everything out of me not to pounce on him, bend back his legs, and fuck him until we both couldn’t think. He was so damn tempting, especially with that filthy mouth of his.

“What?” He spread his legs and snapped open the bottle of lube. “Don’t you dare think about anything else but being inside me, Logan.”

He squeezed lube onto his fingers and slowly rubbed it over his hole. He slipped his middle finger inside, drawing a hiss out of me. I threw my shirt somewhere and hopped onto the bed.

“What are you gonna do to me?” He wrapped his arms around my neck. “Tell me.”

“I’m gonna make you scream my name.”

His eyes were filled with a mix of anticipation and lust as he watched my every move, and when I pressed a featherlight kiss to his collarbone, his breath hitched. His grip on my wrists tightened instinctively under the pleasures I was painting across his skin with my lips.

“Logan.” He squirmed under me, my body pressing his against the bed.

His soft cries only drove me further. I peppered kisses all over his neck and chest, leaving no part of him untouched. His breaths came out in shallow pants as he writhed beneath me. The gentle, wet swirls I traced around his nipples had him moaning and begging for more.

Slowly, very slowly, I trailed downward. He watched with wide eyes as I sucked the tip of his cock between my lips. Bloom arched his back, a soft gasp escaping his lips. I rolled my tongue over the pulsing vein and then around the tip. He gave a choked groan, bucking his hips upward. Steadily I drew the length of him deeper into my mouth, deepthroating him.

Each muffled moan, each shuddering gasp stirred a deep hunger within me. I lifted one of his legs over my shoulder. With his cock still captive between my lips, I let my finger trail over his entrance—slick with lube and already quite inviting. A shiver rushed through Bloom’s body under the dual assault.

“Oh fuck, Logan.” He grabbed the sheet in his fists, his head raised so he could watch me work him to the back of my throat.

I slipped a finger inside his ass and teased him, working it in slowly, matching the rhythm of my mouth on his cock. His body trembled under my touch.

I added another finger, picking up the pace slightly.

His body clenched around me, his moans growing louder with each thrust. His cock twitched against my tongue, the salty taste of precum hitting the back of my throat.

Feeling him tighten around my fingers, I pressed just right, eliciting a high-pitched cry from him. Every inch of him was coiled like a spring, so close to the edge.

Now.

I released his cock and reached for the lube he’d dropped on the bed. In just a few seconds, I was slicked up and positioned at his entrance.

“Logan,” he whined. “Fuck me.”

I covered his mouth with mine and barreled inside him. All it took was that one thrust, and his body shattered, his sticky cum painting our stomachs. My mouth muffled his groans and whimpers.

Oh shit. I wasn’t far behind. I plunged into him, bucking against his body, gripping his hips to pull him into me. His tight hold on me was almost too much to bear, and it pushed me right over the edge. With huffed breaths, I pumped myself into him until I was wrung out dry.

“Jesus.” I collapsed against him, my face buried in the crook of his neck. “That wasn’t even three minutes.”

Bloom wrapped his legs around my waist. “Best thirty seconds of my life.”

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