Page 65 of Until Him

“Tell me that Ioweyou. Tell me. That’s all this is.”

He shakes his head as I tighten my grip around him.

“Tell me, Logan.”

I’m feeling my control slip and with it my self-preservation.

But instead of answering, he falls to his knees and wrenches my pajama shorts down, pulling me into his mouth without hesitation. All other thoughts evaporate as he sucks me all the way down his throat.

God, what does he want from me? Why is he doing this?

My hands curl into his hair as he bobs his head, his fingers grasping onto my ass, pulling me into him.

A low moan envelops my cock and my balls draw up tightly. I’m not going to last. He’s too good—that mouth, the sight of him on his knees for me—everything about him is intoxicating.

One of his hands falls away and I see it moving frantically between his legs.

He’s getting off to this. To me.

It’s all I need.

I pull him roughly against me and unload on his tongue. He shudders and bucks his hips, spilling onto the floor.

When we pull away from each other, a small line of spit hangs from the tip of my cock to his lips.

Oh shit. He’s so hot.

So fucking hot.

Logan swipes at his mouth, his tongue peeking out and licking over his swollen lips.

His shining brown eyes meet mine. “You taste good, Theo.”

Oh, my stupid, stupid heart—it cracks, right down the middle, because he looks so sincere, like he really does want me. But he’s mistaken. He has to be.

I tug my shorts up and turn away. I’m always shielding myself, but if I look at him, I’ll find myself too vulnerable. I don’t ever want to be that way again. I learned my lesson the hard way during my senior year of high school. And then again, my freshman year of college.

I’d be remiss to just forget.

Turn around, I don’t want to look at you while we do this.

“We should go,” I say, my voice cracking.

Logan pushes himself up off the floor and clears his throat.

“I’m going to shower first and clean up,” he says, and I nod, my eyes not meeting his.

“Okay.”

I leave the bathroom, feeling exposed as Landon and Finn watch me rifle through my duffle bag. I know that they know what just happened in the bathroom. Logan wasn’t exactly quiet about it.

Luckily for me, neither of them brings it up.

Small mercies and such.

Instead, Landon cheerfully suggests, “I was thinking we could go to the Mystery Spot and then grab lunch downtown again.”

“It’s raining,” Finn says and Landon nudges him in the side.

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