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He groans and squeezes his eyes shut. “Can’t take it when you call me that.”
“You don’t like it?”
“Fucking love it, Chase.”
I move his head upward slightly, sucking a kiss to the side of his neck. “Good. Get ready, this is going to be a lot.”
I’d been going slow and steady, but in that moment I channel an entire year’s worth of pent-up need into him, slamming the length of my cock into him all at once and fucking him up against the wall. My balls smack against the lower half of his ass and I stop thinking, because I physicallyneedhim, and the way he moans is the only thing I need to hear.
I keep him pinned with my whole body as I fuck him. I reach to grab his dick with one hand while I keep another flat against the wall next to his face, giving me leverage.
I look down for a moment to see myself sliding out of him, then plunging back in.
It’s so good. Burned into my memory forever.
In gorgeous colors, and a work of art.
“You need to come,” I utter in a broken breath behind him, because I can feel it in the way his body is starting to clench around me.
“You feel so good,” he breathes. “How do you feel this fucking good?”
I tighten my grip around his cock and pump him harder, because I’m getting pushed closer to the brink with every thrust inside him.
I hold back until I feel him tense up, and his cock starts to pulse in my hand as he loses control. I slam my cock into him as hard as I can, fucking him as he comes, and I finally let myself go over the edge, too.
My hips rock against him as I bite down on his shoulder and I come, filling the condom inside him.
I let my orgasm crash over me, and as I settle, I still don’t feel like anything is over.
No.
Don’t let it end.
I want my body to stay on his like this.
I want to stay draped on him, skin on skin, fuckingforeveras far as I’m concerned. I don’t move as both of us catch our breath, and my head is full of echoes of the perfect way he sounded.
Even as I slide my cock out of him, tie up the condom and discard it, I keep my arm against his, needing to feel some touch of his warmth.
My eyes have adjusted to the low light in the room and when I look back up at Logan, he looks like a rugged angel near my mural wall.
“You added to the composition,” I tell him, nodding at the cum he streaked out over the lower area. He smiles softly, grabbing a tissue and dragging it over the mess he made.
“Mind if I rinse off really quickly in the shower?”
I nod. “If you don’t mind me joining you.”
“Please do.”
I show him to the shower, which is nowhere near as vast or glitzy as the ones in his hotel suite.
But I like the tight fit.
I crack open my body wash and lather it over every inch of his skin, cleaning him off and massaging him at the same time.
And I kiss him.
I kiss him again, and again, and there’s never enough of his mouth.
