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He might have told me he’s not good for me, but I know there’s more to him than this cynical exterior. There was real emotion in his eyes when he took me on the day of the wedding, and I’m determined to unearth it. Preferably by letting him teach me more about sex with a man as I take care of him.

I reach back and squeeze his hand, wanting to show him that I’m fine with what he’s doing, and hollow my cheeks around his shaft, eager to drink every bit of flavor clinging to the hard flesh.

This time he can’t hold in a moan, and it gives me a weird sense of pride.

His fingers entangle with mine, his slow shallow thrusts push his cock into my mouth, and I can sense his heart beating faster by the way his cock throbs against my tongue. The whole experience is nothing like I imagined. It’s so much better.

“Pull your pants down. I want to see your ass,” he rasps.

My own dick was rock-hard with excitement, but when he says that, I’m on the verge of coming. I shove at my jeans before remembering I’m still zipped up and wearing a belt. There’s a hot cloud inside my skull, making my thoughts blur, but since I need both hands, I tense my stomach and unbuckle myself as I sink lower on his hard dick. God, it feels so good. Yes, it does make me gag a little when I attempt to take him deeper again, but it’s somehow part of the experience, and I love that he’s challenging my body this way. The zipper goes down next, and I moan around his dick, feeling saliva drizzle down my tongue and onto his shaft.

Logan grabs the sides of my head with both hands and while there’s no force behind his touch, his grip is steady and he’s happy to use my mouth as his personal Fleshlight. I love it. That’s what I want to be. I want him to enjoy my mouth with that perfect cock. I want him to train my throat so I can take all of his cock.

I’m trembling with arousal by the time I manage to pull my pants below my buttocks.

“Yess…” he whispers and thrusts a little faster. “So sweet.”

I grunt in agreement, because I can be as sweet as he wants and just as naughty too. Spreading my knees, I push my ass up so he can see it better, and crook my neck, working on a way to relax my throat. Because I know it’s possible. And if those porn actors can do it, so can I.

I lowkey dream of him pushing his fingers inside me, but he’s injured, and I’m not going to make any demands. This evening is about him and his needs, so I caress his balls again and focus on the gentle prodding at the back of my throat. Logan is definitely holding me in place, remaining in control while not pushing me beyond my capabilities. It’s these little details that make me trust him, and as he pets my scalp, something clicks in the back of my head, and I open up.

“Oh fuck!” he moans without shame and his cock pulses in my mouth, so big and juicy. “I’m gonna… come.”

It’s a warning, but I want him to. I want him to spill into my mouth. I want to taste it, swallow it, be his vessel. I glance up and his stomach is so tense, his face flushed. This is hotter than any porn I’ve seen, so I bob my head, amazed that I’ve done it. The gag reflex is still there and makes me pause for a moment, but my greed for him is stronger, and I hum with pleasure, waiting for a taste of his hot cum.

I have tasted my own before, but Logan’s spunk is so much more delicious.

He makes the lustiest moans when he comes, and his cum fills my mouth all too fast. I want to swallow it all, but he holds my head in place, thrusting into my mouth and some of his spunk dribbles down my chin.

“God… so fucking good,” he mutters, still rocking his hips, but his cock softens. He’s done, and I’m one hot ball of arousal.

Before I know it, he pulls me up by the arm, and then I’m on top of him, my painfully stiff dick pressing into his rock-hard abs. Logan reaches for my ass and squeezes while still panting.

“Go on, jerk off on me,” he whispers into my ear, sending a shiver down the right side of my body when he bites on my earlobe.

I can’t think anymore. I’m an animal with only rutting in mind, and as I kiss the side of his head, my hand starts a furious rhythm up and down my shaft. As his cum dries on my chin, I still feel the depth of his flavor, and the soreness at the back of my throat reminds me of what I’ve just done. I imagine him holding on to the hair on the top of my head and moving me up and down his dick. It’s a fantasy so visceral the backs of my eyelids flicker, and I come, splattering cum over his beautiful torso.

Logan hums and slides us both a bit lower on the couch.

“I might stay here tonight,” he mumbles, still holding my ass like it’s his personal squish toy. I still can’t believe I’m here. With him.

I’m tired too, but I intend to lie down next to Jekyll in a few moments.

Just need to rest for a little bit.

Chapter 16

Logan

I wake up to a sweet scent, but with my leg still pulsing with pain, I can’t bring myself to get up yet. The blanket draped over me is the comfort I need so I gather it tightly around me and rub my cheek against the pillow while glasses clink somewhere in the background.

I remain in blissful ignorance until a hot tongue runs across my face.

“The fuck?” I yelp and sit up, clenching my teeth at the pain shooting up my leg.

My mind is still groggy, but as I meet Jekyll’s eyes, the reality of last night slams into me like a punch.

Kyle is here. I broke my leg. I now live with a dog. Or two.