Page 37 of All Bets are Off

“Better than the four-course dinner we had at that expensive-as-fuck restaurant in New York City that time?”

I nod. “This is better because we’re here together. No dates.” West had been with a cute little brunette that night, a friend of Katie, a friend-slash-lover that I sometimes hooked up with when I was in the city. I remember hearing West and the brunette going at it in the guest room while Katie and I were having sex in her bedroom. There were dozens of nights like that in our lives, and now I wonder how I ever thought of him as just a friend. How did I never want him as I do now?

Watching him finish his meal, I decide I’m not going to waste another minute.

“What are you doing?” West asks, when I remove his plate from his lap and straddle him.

“Nothing,” I say, pressing a kiss behind his ear before nibbling at his earlobe.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warns, voice unsteady. His ears are so sensitive. “I’ve been waiting a long ti—”

I silence him with a deep kiss. One that curls my toes and sends tingles throughout my body. West responds eagerly, hands running under my shirt and up my bare back.

Our tongues brush together again and again as I grind our hard cocks together through our clothes. Peeling my shirt over my head, I toss it across the room and do the same with West’s before kissing him again. He moans when I brush my right thumb over his nipple. We part again, both of us breathing hard, looking into each other’s eyes as we continue grinding together.

“This would be even better without clothes,” West says in a low, gravelly tone that goes straight to my aching cock.

“That would mean stopping,” I say, letting my head hang back as the pleasure mounts.

West nibbles on my neck, sending me into a frenzy of grinding, my fingers rising to brush against his ear, loving the shudder it elicits from him. Soon, we’re both coming, gasping and moaning in the otherwise quiet room.

“Fuck, Logan. We just came in our pants,” West says after a moment.

I laugh and stand to take off the rest of my clothes. Naked, I crawl onto the bed and lie down on my stomach. Looking at him over my shoulder, my eyebrows arched, I say, “Time to show me what you’ve got.”

West’s mouth falls open.

CHAPTER TWENTY

West

My fingers shake as I unzip my shorts. Logan’s ass is round, bare, and very inviting. His eyes are blue fire as I step out of my shorts and underwear and approach him on the bed. I hover, running my hand up his leg, ruffling the dark hair growing on his calves, less dense on the backs of his thighs, and then over the hairless swell of his ass. With my thumb, I lightly pull one soft cheek away from the other before letting it fall again.

Burying his face in the pillow, Logan moans, sending a shiver skating down my back. Grabbing a pale cheek in each hand, I squeeze, eyes traveling up the curve of his back to his broad shoulders, suddenly breathless at how fucking sexy he is. As sexy as any woman I’ve been with—just in a different way.

“I’m not sure what to do,” I say hoarsely.

“You’ve had anal sex before, haven’t you?” Logan asks, lifting his face from the pillow.

I swallow. “Once.” It hadn’t gone well. My date had been game, but we hadn’t gotten far before she backed out. But those few minutes of pure bliss—I’ve never forgotten them. I suddenly remember something. “Butyouhaven’t had it before. Not like this.”

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I, um, tried to prepare myself a little while I’ve been gone. Just, you know, with my fingers.”

I swallow, the image settling in my mind and my cock twitching in its nest of blond hair.

Realizing I’m still kneading Logan’s ass cheeks like they’re two pieces of dough, I straighten and climb onto the bed on my knees. Logan reaches for the bedside drawer and pulls out some lube.

“This stuff is extra slick,” he says, opening the cap and pouring some into his hand. I watch, mesmerized as he brings his fingers around to his ass and slides them down his crack.

“Christ,” I mutter thickly, my cock—which should be exhausted after what we just did—lengthening and moving away from my body. I squeeze its base as Logan inserts first one finger and then two inside him. “Holy mother of God. Doesn’t that hurt?” I ask.

“At first it did, but I’m getting used to it.”

“I’m a lot bigger than two fingers,” I remind him.

“Pour some lube on my ass.”

Taking a deep breath, I pick up the tube and squirt a liberal amount into the crack. When his fingers enter his body this time, they make a squelching noise that makes my cock twitch.

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