Page 91 of Bloom: Part 2

“But I have to love all of you, don’t I?” He sighed. “Every dangerous, needy, and complicated part of you. I still love you, though I know how vicious and cruel you can be.”

Vicious? Cruel? Those words were true, but Logan had never referred to me like that. Just what had happened at the police station?

Logan rubbed his finger over my hole, then slipped it inside me up to the first knuckle, and I lost thought of everything else. When he removed his finger, a whine I should be ashamed of left me.

“Patience.”

He snapped open the bottle of lube and squeezed some of the liquid onto his fingers. His slicked digits returned to my entrance, parting me once again, more fully this time, without withdrawing. He pushed one finger, then another inside, and I tilted my hips, gasping.

“There you go,” he whispered. “Open up that slutty hole for me.”

Another finger stretched me in agonizing slowness. I panted, gripping the bedsheets even tighter, my head falling forward. A loud moan escaped my lips each time Logan’s fingers sunk deeper inside me.

I arched into each stroke as they grazed my prostate, every touch making me shiver. With a steady rhythm, he slipped his fingers in and out of me, driving me to the edge of madness.

“You’re such a needy boy.” Logan’s voice was a raw growl, his breathing labored. His hard cock pressed into my stomach, and I ground against it.

“Can’t help it, Logan. I’m sorry.”

Logan removed his fingers and patted my hole. “Don’t ever be sorry about this. Do you know how it makes me feel knowing no one else ever sees you like this? Yes, I’m a selfish man because I want you to be like this only with me.”

“Only with you.” How could I ever let any other man see me this way? My body belonged to him.

The vibrator replaced Logan’s fingers, pressing lightly against my entrance. He nudged it in, stretching me. A jolt of pleasure shot through me.

“Fuuuuck!”

“You like that, don’t you? You’re taking it so well.” Logan’s voice was thick with arousal. His praise made me want to take whatever he wanted to give me. That I enjoyed it was just a plus.

The vibrator moved slowly inside me, and every nerve ending in my body screamed for release.

“Feels good?” he asked.

“Yes,” I croaked. “Please, please don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”

I was already so close. He increased the speed of the toy, and I cried out. He placed a hand on my lower back, keeping me still as the toy vibrated along my walls with each thrust. A final twist of the vibrator, and I tipped over the edge. No, I plunged hard and fast with a loud cry and my body shivering uncontrollably until I collapsed against him, spent, with nothing left inside me to give.

Logan chuckled as he rubbed my sweaty back. “You okay?”

I inhaled slowly, the sweat cooling on my skin and my mind spinning. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? Bloom, what’s wrong? Didn’t you enjoy that?”

He picked me up from his lap, and I was too drained to help him. We lay on the bed with me draped over him. I tucked my face into his neck.

“Are you sure it’s normal to like this so much?”

“What? Sex?”

I nodded. “They make fun of me and how much I like it. Now I think it’s probably not normal.”

“Bloom, your brothers are teasing you. I guarantee you they love it just as much with their partners.”

“But they are all tops. I think, as a biker, they expect me to top.”

“I doubt they’re all tops. Look at Grimm. He’s the president of the Reapers club, and I’m pretty sure that, from hearing Jamie talking about it, he’s the top in that relationship.”

“Oh.”

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