Page 86 of Until Him

We eventually make it back to his car completely soaked and filthy, and he grabs a blanket from the trunk and pulls it around me.

“Gotta keep you warm,” he says softly and then proceeds to strip out of his muddy clothes right in the middle of the parking lot, leaving him clad in only his boxers and sneakers.

I just clutch the blanket and stare, everything else is forgotten—my dad, our tutoring arrangement, my resolve to not make this complicated. At this moment, my mind’s singular focus is Logan—his smiling face and his flawless body on display for me.

I snap out of my reverie long enough to slide into the car, and he cranks up the heat as we drive back to my apartment in silence. When we arrive and park, he immediately gets out and without asking permission, follows me into my apartment building.

A few people do a double-take at us because of how little he’s wearing, but he doesn’t even seem to notice. His eyes seem laser-focused on getting into my apartment. He even grabs my hand and pulls me along faster and I have to jog to keep up.

When we stumble in and the door closes behind us, we stand in the quiet space watching each other for a moment. He’s so damn beautiful, practically naked and dripping wet, I wonder how I’m even breathing. I slowly let the blanket fall from my shoulders and puddle at my feet.

His breath stutters as I reach up and pull my sweater over my head, and then work my jeans off until we’re both standing in our underwear.

His eyes rove over my body and then land on my lips.

“I don’t want to push you,” he says gently. “But I want you again. I want you so bad.”

I can hear the blood pounding in my eardrums and I feel almost light-headed.

“Okay,” I whisper and then he’s on me, his hard body crashing into mine as he walks us toward the bed.

Our teeth clash in desperation as we slant our mouths to tongue-fuck into them deeper.

His fingers slide into the waistband of my boxers, shoving them down, before doing the same to his own. We fall onto the bed naked, our hard cocks pressed together.

He breaks our kiss, looking into my eyes. “I need you to know, I’m not like those other guys, Theo. I’m not them. You can trust me. I just want you to give me a chance and trust me. I won’t hurt you.”

My eyes sting and I nod, because I know this. I know it.

“I want to fuck you, but it’s for no other reason than I want to. I need to.”

I close my eyes and he arches his hips, thrusting against me.

“God, look at you,” he says, leaning down to taste my mouth again. “Look at how hot you are.”

No man has ever said that about me, but Logan says it like he truly means it. He’s slowly stitching my heart back together with his words.

“Fuck me,” I say. “Now. Please.”

I can’t wait any longer and Logan groans at the desperation in my voice. He reaches over and grabs the lube, coating his fingers and dick with it.

I pull my knees up to my chest, exposing myself to him and he groans. He slides two fingers down my taint and slips them right into my hole.

My back arches off of the bed and he leans down to capture my mouth as he scissors me open.

“Goddamn,” he grunts into my neck.

He removes his fingers and then they wrap around my dick, slicking it, pumping me tightly and my eyes roll back in my head.

Then I feel him shift his body down and his teeth scrape against my side, right against my tattoo—the tattoo I had gotten years ago, right after James. James had laughed at me the night that he broke up with me. He told me he couldn’t even look at me when we fucked, that there was no way in hell he ever actuallylikedme and that I was dumb for believing it. Later, after crying my eyes out, missing my mom, my mind repeated endlessly what my dad had said about me. That I was a disappointment. That I was just an overly emotional, nerdy gay kid who didn’t have an athletic bone in my body. My heart broke in two.

I’d gotten the tattoo a few weeks later, a reminder of the torment I’d endured and a promise to myself to never let anyone hurt me like that again.

Now Logan is pressing soft kisses to those words on my skin and fuck, it all feels so raw and I can’t stop the tears from running down my cheeks. Logan moves to my face and looks carefully into my eyes. He smiles and softly kisses my lips because somehow, he knows the tears aren’t really from sadness.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he whispers, brushing the tears away with his thumb. “And then you’re going to fuck me. Okay?”

I nod and suddenly his hand is gone, and his cock is pressing up against my hole. I breathe deeply and try to relax as he breaches me entirely. He’s balls deep inside of me, his muscular arms tight with tension as he holds himself above me, and I wrap my legs around his thighs. Then he starts to move.

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