“Turn around.”
I grip his waist and spin his body in front of me, pushing him onto the wall forwards this time instead.
The expanse of his back is my whole field of view now.Even beneath his white cotton shirt, his muscles bend and sculpt the fabric, and it’s clear how good it is underneath.
I grip the waistband of his sweatpants and yank them down, and once his ass is fully exposed, my cock throbs.
Holy fuck, I do not have a “straight” bone in my body when I see that.
He’s so fucking perfect.
I couldn’t paint him.
Not this well.
No amount of acrylic or watercolor or oil could do justice to this man who makes all of my senses light up like a fucking Christmas tree, like he exists already as a work of art.
I squeeze his cheek hard and dig my fingers in. I reach back to undo my own pants, and I shove them away, stripping naked from the waist down.
I have to be closer.
“Just want to try this,” I tell him.
I reposition, widening my legs a little bit to get into the right place. I move forward again a little toward the back of his body, and I slide my cock along the underside of the cleft of his ass.
He takes in a sharp breath of air as he feels the contact there, his whole body tensing.
“Chase,” he utters.
“Don’t worry,” I whisper back at him.
I’m not sure if he thinks I’m stupid enough to just shove my cock inside him raw, but that’s not what I’m doing.
I spit on my hand and slick my cock with it, then let it slide in the crest between the underside of his cheeks again. I’m not trying to get inside him, and instead I’m just using his cheeks to glide my cock along the shape they make.
The sight of it turns me on so much I ache.
I fuckingpromiseyou wouldn’t even have to be attracted to men to know that Logan’s ass is fucking incredible,muscled like goddamn carved marble, and begging to be touched.
It’s always unnerving to realize you want someonethatbadly, almost like I’m not in control of my own body anymore. Like it’s a magnet being pulled toward him, and even if I tried, I’d never be able to stop.
“You are…” I push my palm up under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin. “Take this off, too. I know I'm being impatient. I didn’t even ask what you were doing before I got here. You busy? Because I want you naked.”
“Chase, I was eating watermelon and reading a contract about movie royalties,” he says in a low tone. “I’m ready to be interrupted.”
He pulls off his shirt fully and I lean down, resting my forehead just below the back of his neck.
He’s naked in front of me now.
An expanse of tanned skin that makes my mouth water.
“You have freckles here too,” I say, skating my fingertips over the sides of his back like I’m discovering new land. “How did I not notice that yet?”
I grip my cock harder as I start to jerk myself off.
I keep it slow.
Agonizingly slow.
