Page 7 of You Were Mine

Logan frowns. “I think you’re mixing Macbeth with Hamlet,” he says.

I toss a skull at him and dart around the opposite side of the sofa. Logan grins. “Now, why are you standing all the way overthere?” he purrs.

At least, he tries to purr. Logan thinks he’s far more charming than he really is, and his attempt at a seductive voice sounds more like a poor imitation of a British accent.

That bad attempt makes my pulse race.

“Because you’remean,” I reply.

His eyes flash. He tries to leap over the back of the sofa and grab me. I dance back while he scrambles to keep himself from pitching face-first onto the ground. He manages it and then tries to run around the sofa and grab me. I laugh and dart into his bedroom. I consider closing the door and locking myself in just to mess with him, but before I can, he gets halfway through the door.

I pull up at his shirt. The angle is all wrong, and I can’t actually pull it over his head. I try, though, ripping it upwards and covering half his face, uncovering his enviable abdominal muscles.

Logan takes a half-step back and pulls his shirt off. “Right to the point, aren’t you?” he asks.

He leans close to me and teases his finger along the edge of my waistband. The warmth of his body presses against me as I stare into his eyes. For a split second, I forget how to speak. I’m not even sure I remember how to think.

Without preamble, he unbuttons and unzips my pants. “I’mright to the point?” I protest.

“Tit-for-tat,” he answers, his hand going right to my cock.

“I’m convinced you have some sort of sex addiction,” I say. “It’s going to be the death of you someday.”

“What a way to go!” he exclaims.

“Freud would be proud,” I deadpan.

His fingertips feel hot, despite the boxers between my cock and his hands. Logan trails his fingers down and inside the front slit of my boxers to caress my cock, his eyes never leaving my face. I fumble with his jeans, but it’s difficult because he keeps stroking my cock, making slow, gentle circles that set all my senses on fire. By the time I manage to pull down his pants, I’m already half-hard. Logan puts his hands on my hips and movescloser to me. His chest presses against mine as he slowly coaxes me back toward the bed.

I fall onto the sheets and edge back, getting myself comfortable. Logan grabs a pillow, throws it to the ground, and kneels on it. He’s never been one to take things slow, and tonight is no exception. He jerks and pulls sharply until my pants and boxers come off. My heart races as I prop myself back onto my elbows and watch him.

My mind strains to make a joke about it, but all that comes to mind is that Logan would probably be really good at stripping mannequins. And that makes no sense, but I cackle in laughter.

He halted and peers up from between my legs. His face is twisted in mock-offense. “Problem?” he asks.

“I was imagining you stripping mannequins at the mall,” I open my big mouth.

“So, you’re intothat, eh?” Logan smirks. “I knew you were probably into some really kinky stuff. Mannequins, though. That’s a little out there, but I guess I could buy you a couple if—”

“Oh, my God. You’re impossible,” I say.

Logan winks. “Aren’t I? Try not to deafen our neighbors this time.”

“I hate—”

Before I can finish, he takes my entire cock in his mouth.

I emit an embarrassing noise, something between a groan and a squeak. Logan is merciless. His hands stroke my balls, while his tongue makes rhythmic licks up my shaft. A shiver goes up my spine. My toes curl, and my fingers grab the sheets. As Logan does what he does, I try to memorize his movements, but like always, I’m soon lost in the tightening of my muscles and the heat of his mouth and the feeling of lightning bolts striking my skin. Everything inside me seems to twist more and more tightly. I squirm and rock my hips, and Logan’s movements become faster, nearly feverish in their pitch. I shout when I come,despite his teasing. Logan pulls his head back. The sheets are a bit wet and hot beneath me, and for a moment, I just consider laying there. I blink back stars from my eyes as a sudden wave of stillness and drowsiness descends upon me.

He stands and climbs onto the bed. I’m still dazed as I take his place on the floor. It takes me more effort to pull down his jeans than it did for him to pull down mine. Once his cock is free, he moves closer to the edge of the bed, trying to make things easier for me. He’s already hard. So at least, that’s accomplished.

“I’ll try not to choke you this time,” Logan says breezily, “Although I still maintain that death by sex would be the way to go.”

My face burns. “Sounds like a porno,” I say.

“It probably is one. Remind me to check MovieFlix.”

Like hell.

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