Page 24 of The Cowboy's Second Chance
His hips shifted, his knees settling easily on either side of Derrick’s hips, and there was a much bigger stretch as the blunt head of Derrick’s dick pressed just a tiny bit inside of him. If there was ever any pain that was when it was, but even that barely qualified. He had been prepared too well, and the sting was slight and easily ignored, irrelevant next to the need that raced through his veins.
For just a second, Logan paused. He looked down at Derrick, into his brilliant green eyes, and took just that brief fragment of time to gaze into his face. Right on the brink of something that neither of them could ever take back, even if they wanted to, he memorized Derrick’s face, burning the flushed cheeks and wide eyes and parted, panting lips into his brain. This was something that he never wanted to forget.
Then Derrick’s hands clenched on Logan’s hips, tugging him down, and Logan surrendered. Everything in him, body, mind, and soul, gave in to what Derrick wanted, what they both wanted. For the moment, at least, he had this, and maybe everything would go to hell later, but that was later.
Gravity made it easy. It pulled him down onto Derrick’s erection, and Logan gasped as Derrick was suddenly buried inside of him, right to the hilt. He was resting on Derrick’s pelvis, completely joined to him, and nothing could have prepared him for how intimate it would feel letting someone inside of him like this.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped, and then he started to rock his hips, to ride the other man, clenching around him and drawing him as deeply inside himself as possible. Derrick’s cock was pressing so deeply inside of him, and Logan fucked himself open, slowly at first, but as he got used to it, it wasn’t long before slow wasn’t enough.
Derrick’s hands were hot and hard and calloused from his hard work on the ranch. Scholar’s hands roughened with work. Because Derrick might be a brat, and he might be entitled, and he might be selfish, but when it came down to it, he was there for his family.
This man was so complicated. Such a mixture of traits, all adding up to a whole that Logan couldn’t even come close to resisting. He looked down into those brilliant, luminescent eyes and he had to admit to himself, at least, that he was never really going to get Derrick out of his heart. The man had wormed his way in at some point while Logan wasn’t looking. Until now, he had hoped he would be able to move on someday, but now he knew better.
Derrick would laugh if he knew, but as of right this moment, Logan belonged to Derrick completely. And Logan was going to have to somehow keep Derrick from ever knowing. That would give the young man even more power over Logan than he already had.
Those thoughts were all very intense, but they were washed away by the surge of pressure, the tension, the rising pleasure, that happened when Logan felt Derrick’s cock rub against his prostate in the exact right way. He groaned softly and rested his hands on Derrick’s chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart under his palms as he moved on him.
“Derrick,” he gasped. It was a minor miracle that he managed to keep it just to that one word. He only held back other, less acceptable words through sheer dint of effort. He gritted his teeth and trapped his tongue behind them, and when the madness of his release washed over his body and swept him away, he was grateful for the distraction, not just the pleasure.
His release spattered from his cock all over Derrick’s flat stomach, and it was stupid, completely asinine, but he couldn’t help but be pleased that he had painted Derrick with his fluids. It felt like claiming him, which seemed only fair given how thoroughly Derrick had claimed Logan.
At the same time, maybe just a split second later, Derrick’s erection twitched inside of Logan and Logan got to hear Derrick’s soft, desperate little cries of pleasure and release as he shot his own come into the condom.
“Oh my God, we did it,” Derrick whispered, panting so hard that Logan could barely hear him. “We actually did it.”
Staring down into the younger man’s face, Logan had the same sentiments. It had been a long time building, this thing between them, but it had finally happened.
The only question was, now that it had, what was going to happen next? And to that question, Logan had no answer at all.
