Page 78 of Unspoken

"I want you to fuck me, Logan," he admits, his voice raw and full of need.

My breath catches in my throat, a heady mixture of lust and fear surging through me. This is new territory for both of us–uncharted waters that could lead to ecstasy or disaster. And typically with someone like him, someone so inexperienced I’d take my time. I’d let him get used to me and the idea. But Sasha's eyes implore me—no beg me—to take this leap of faith alongside him.

"Are you sure,mylash?" I ask gently. "Because this is a big deal."

"I know. That’s why I don’t want to wait anymore."

I lean in. My lips brush softly against Sasha's, our breaths becoming one as desire courses through my bloodstream. His body presses up against mine, like he needs to recharge, to get whatever it is I’m offering he thinks he’s found in me. I can feel the heat radiating from his flushed skin. Our hands slowly roam each other's bodies, exploring every curve and dip through the fabric before we shed our remaining clothes. They’re left discarded on the floor like forgotten memories.

And usually, I’d go slow, I’d make it last, this dance of prelude, but he’s an impatient little thing. He doesn’t want to wait.

"Logan," he whispers, "this wasn't what you planned for tonight, was it?"

A soft laughter escapes my lips. "No, it wasn't," I admit, my voice barely audible even to myself. "I was hoping I’d get a little action since you owe me one, but I wasn’t thinking going all the way. Not yet. Not until you were ready."

"I am ready."

"Good," I say, nudging him toward the bedroom door.

He complies while his green eyes dance with mischief. My foot stumbles over a corner of my dresser, but I ignore the pain and pull him down onto the bed with me.

It seems the darkness in the room only heightens our senses, making every touch electrifying. I roll us over. He’s underneath me now, all lean tightened muscles and long limbs.

Tentatively, as if sharing a secret, our hands reach for one another's cocks. There’s this new level of intimacy between us. There's a tenderness that underlies every touch, every stroke as we slowly begin to pleasure each other. Our grips are firm but gentle, a dance of fingers and palms that mimics the unspoken connection between us.

Soon the room is filled with soft moans and grunts and heavy breathing waltzing on the rumpled bedcovers.

"You’re going to ruin me with your cock, Logan," Sasha gasps out between the sexy sounds he’s making.

"I thought you wanted to be ruined?"

"I do."

I spit on my palm and return it to his silky eager cock. The way his length throbs beneath my touch makes me want to do bad things to him. But probably not just yet.

Sasha's breathing grows more ragged, his chest heaving with each desperate gasp for air. Our eyes lock, green meeting gray in a small space full of emotion, as we bring each other closer and closer to the brink. I can see the fear and longing in his gaze, a silent plea for reassurance that I can't quite bring myself to offer.

"Logan," he says, his voice a choked whisper, "please..."

I know what he's asking for–not just release, but the promise that we can survive this storm together. But as our pleasure builds, I can't find the words to give him the comfort he so desperately seeks. What I can do is give him a moment of bliss. Moment of complete euphoria.

"Mylash? Is this really what you want?" I need to know one last time if he’s certain.

Sasha meets my gaze, his eyes shimmering. "Yes," he says, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I might die any day now. I don't want to leave this world without knowing how it feels... with you."

I nudge his knee to the side a little and slip my hand from his dick to his balls playing with them.

His expression shifts from uncertainty to one of pleasure as my finger gently rubs his hole. His eyes flutter closed for a second, his lips parting in a soft gasp as I continue to circle him.

I pause only for a moment to reach for a drawer and pull out lube and a condom. I open the tube and get some of the lube on my fingers. Then I return to what I was doing—slowly getting his asshole loosened. I brush over the tight ring a fewtimes, savoring the way Sasha responds to me. His body reacts, clenching and unclenching.

"Relax," I tell him in a whisper. "Relax. Let me work you open."

He just nods, grabbing at my neck with both hands.

I probe him.

He gasps.

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