Page 51 of Whiskey and Wildfire

Moments later, Logan followed, groaning my name as he spilled over his hand and our stomachs. We clung to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure as the hot water washed all the evidence away.

“That felt good,” I whispered against his ear. “But… can we… can we try something else?”

“Anything you want.”

I pressed my oversensitive cock against his, never giving it the chance to go soft. “It might be easier in the bed.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

We stumbled out of the shower, barely taking the time to towel off before making our way to the bed. Our lips crashed together again as we fell onto the mattress, hands roaming eagerly over damp skin.

Logan pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. “What did you have in mind?” he asked, voice husky and low.

I swallowed hard, gathering my courage. “I want you inside me,” I whispered.

His eyes widened, a mix of surprise and desire. “Are you sure? We don’t have to rush?—”

I silenced him with a kiss. “I’m sure. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now.”

A slow smile spread across Logan’s face. “Okay,” he nodded. “Do you have...?”

I reached into the bedside drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube. Logan’s eyebrows raised slightly at the sight of the lube. “Well, aren’t you prepared,” he teased gently.

I felt my cheeks flush. “I, uh... I may have been hoping for this,” I admitted.

Logan’s smile softened as he leaned in to kiss me tenderly. “I’m glad you were,” he murmured against my lips. “No condom though?”

“I trust you,” I said. “Like you trusted me.”

He moaned softly as his hands roamed my body, caressing and exploring as our kisses deepened. I arched into his touch, craving more. Logan trailed his lips down my neck, across my collarbone, and further south. His tongue swirled around my nipple, eliciting a gasp from me.

“Logan,” I breathed, threading my fingers through his damp hair.

He looked up at me. “Tell me what you want, Dakota,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “I want you,” I whispered. “All of you.”

Logan’s eyes darkened further as he nodded, reaching for the bottle of lube. He coated his fingers generously, then gently pushed my legs apart. I felt exposed and vulnerable, but the tender look in Logan’s eyes helped calm my nerves.

“Just relax,” he murmured, circling my tight entrance with a slick finger. “I’ll go slow.”

I nodded, taking a deep breath as Logan slowly pressed a finger inside me. The sensation was strange at first, a slight burn that quickly gave way to pleasure as he moved carefully. Then, dipping his head down, he took my cock into his mouth, lighting up every pleasure center I had.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, my fingers entangling in his hair. “Oh my god…”

Logan just grunted in reply, the vibration making my hips buck. What little burn there was to begin with was completely gone now. With only a finger he was driving me to new heights I didn’t know were possible.

“More,” I gasped after a few moments, pushing back against his hand.

Logan obliged, adding a second finger and then a third, stretching me gently. His free hand stroked my thigh soothingly as he swirled his tongue around my cock.

The dual sensations of Logan’s mouth on my cock and his fingers inside me were overwhelming. I writhed on the bed, gasping and moaning as waves of pleasure coursed through my body.

“Logan,” I panted, tugging gently at his hair. “I’m ready. Please...”

He released my cock with a soft pop, looking up at me with lust-darkened eyes. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice soft but filled with lust.

I nodded emphatically. “Yes. I want you inside me.”

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