Page 87 of Until Him

“Harder,” I groan, watching his abs flex as he fucks me.

“Theo,” he moans as he pegs my prostate with each thrust, and my cock leaks desperately between us. “You’re so fucking hot and so tight, I can’t last long.”

I run my hands up his broad chest, trying to clutch him to me tighter, but suddenly he’s pulling out of me and I’m so fucking empty.

He crawls up my body, straddling my hips, and grabs onto my dick, hovering over me.

“Wha—?” My words are cut off by a violent gasp because my dick is suddenly in Logan’s ass. “Jesus fuck,” I manage to say as he slams all the way down onto me.

Oh my god, he didn’t even edge into it, he just went down full force.

“Told you I’ve been practicing,” he mutters and then begins to fuck himself on me and I can’t do anything but let him. My balls are drawing up tightly against me and I feel like I’m going to come with each downward thrust. He pulls off of me before I can, and shifts down to enter my ass again, grabbing onto my legs and swinging them over his shoulders as he rails into me.

What the fuck is happening? I’ve never done this before.

But of course, sex with Logan would be different. I should have known.

He pounds into me, his body sleek with sweat, and my muscles are all taut as bowstrings ready to fire. And then he’s pulling out again and sitting on my oversensitive dick.

It’s torture. Absolute fucking torture. Logan is edging me to death.

“Damn, this feels good,” he pants, bouncing on top of me for a minute before pulling off again and entering me with a thrust of his hips.

His hands clench onto my waist roughly and he’s arching me up off the bed, fucking into me almost violently and I am helpless to do anything but let him impale me.

“Logan, Logan, Logan,” I chant his name and suddenly my ears start to ring, and I swear to God, I am going to black out.

My come shoots across my chest as I clench around his cock, and Logan’s eyes roll back into his head as he releases inside of me, his entire body trembling with the aftershock.

“Holy fuck,” he says, collapsing down on top of me, his arms bracketed on either side of my head.

I swallow roughly, trying to breathe.

“You’re so sexy,” he says, pressing his forehead to mine and pressing a kiss to my nose. “So fucking hot.”

If only he knew what it was like seeing him above me. He is so out of my league that it’s not even funny. What would seventeen-year-old me think if he could see me now?

“Shit,” I say, running my hands over his arms as he gently pulls out of me and rolls onto his back.

His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath and I feel him leaking out of me.

“Logan,” I begin and he sighs heavily.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. I know. Give me a minute and I’ll clean us up. Then we can get to tutoring if you want.”

My heart sinks a little because that wasn’t what I was going to say. I don’t want to talk about chemistry when I’ve just had the best orgasm of my life. I kind of want to be held, to be honest.

But how do I ask for that? What if he turns me down? What if he laughs at me?

Logan turns his head and meets my gaze. He looks so fucking earnest.

What is life, if we don’t try?

“Hold me?” I whisper.

He freezes, his eyes widening in shock, and then, without teasing or questioning, he twists and pulls me into his arms and buries his face into my neck.

“Thank fuck. God, I love cuddling.”

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