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“I dare you.”
My imagination went wild while we stroked ourselves. I kept staring at his cock, wondering what it would feel like inside me. We’d already tried everything but fucking, and we’d even started talking about that. I’d always loved the closeness, the intensity, and I wanted that with Logan. Sure, I’d fuck him if he wanted, but what I craved was him inside me. Watching his hand slide over his cock, I knew I had to find the nerve to ask for it.
“Tell me what you’d do if I begged for it,” I said.
He tightened his grip, and his voice was little more than a growl. “Shove your knees to your ears. Lick you open, finger you till you were shaking, and slide my cock in deep. Slow at first, but not for long. I’d hold you down and fuck you until you forgot your name.”
I gasped and jerked myself faster. “Jesus. Keep going.”
“You’d come so hard you wouldn’t even be able to grunt.” His voice dropped even lower. “And I’d keep going. Fill you up, then keep fucking you until I got hard again.”
“Jesus, Logan.” I moaned, imagining what it would feel like. “I’d squeeze hard, milk you with my ass. And I’d get you hard again a lot quicker than you think.”
“Goddamn. I can’t wait.”
His eyes were wild, and we were groaning with each stroke. He was flushed down his chest, pumping into his fist the way I hoped he’d do to me.
“You close?” he asked.
“Yeah. You?”
He nodded. “Say something nasty. Push me over.”
“Shit.” My voice came out ragged as hell. “Next time, I want to sit on your face while I jerk off. Want your tongue inside me, teasing my hole while I stroke it. Then I’ll turn around, fuck your mouth, and shoot down your throat. Watch you choke on my cum while you get yourself off.”
“Jesus fuck!” His head dropped back, and he came with a harsh growl. Long ropes of cum landed across his abs. “Fuck, Riles!”
Hearing him croak my name was all it took, and my orgasm hit like a bullet train. I cried out as my body shook. I came like a cannon, painting myself and Logan, grunting like someone had punched me in the gut.
Afterward, we slumped against each other, gasping and boneless.
“Holyfuck,” I whispered.
Logan chuckled weakly. “I can’t feel my legs.”
“You don’t need them.” I took his hand and licked the cum off his fingers. “Definitely an acquired taste, but damn if I haven’t started liking it. How about I lick you until you get it up again?”
He leaned over and dragged his tongue up my chest in a sticky line. His eyes fluttered closed as he moaned, and when he opened them again, he grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me. It was filthy, and I didn’t want it to end.
Soon, we settled into one of our usual sleep positions, with me tucked against his shoulder and his arm across my chest. He drifted away, but I lay awake a while longer. My heart was still pounding, and my brain refused to quiet down. I thought aboutthe drive down from Naples, the lazy afternoon by the pool, and what had happened at dinner. And now, there was this, whatever the hellthiswas.
We hadn’t just been two guys jerking off together. What we’d done was language, communicating through moans, touches, and the filth we whispered. If we ever did fuck, I’d take his cock or die trying, and I already knew it would ruin me for anything else. There would be no stepping back after that.
19/
logan
Rileyand I were still tangled in the sheets at nine the next morning, our skin sticky from sleep and everything that had come before it. Morning light streamed through the French doors leading out to the terrace, and a light breeze blowing through the windows carried the scents of jasmine, lemon blossoms, and the Mediterranean. In the distance, the sea was as blue as sapphires and already dotted with boats rocking on the waves.
We both came to life when footsteps sounded on the house’s tile floors.
Riley sat up. “Who the fuck could that be?”
“Not sure,” I said, “but I’ll go find out.”
The young woman I found in the kitchen was Giorgia, the housekeeper. After we introduced ourselves, she said, “Most days I come about noon, but today I have an appointment. I’m sorry if I disturbed you.”
“No problem. We were awake.”
