Page 112 of The Risk Taker

I can feel him trembling, his control fraying, his breath breaking against my ear as he fucks me harder. He presses his forehead to mine, the room silent except for the faint creak of the bed and our ragged breaths.

Logan’s hand grips my leg, lifting it to wrap around his hip as he fucks me, moving deeper, grinding into me, feeding me every inch of his thick cock. The tip brushes against my prostate, lighting me up from the inside and I squeeze my eyes closed, feeling like I’m about to pass out from pleasure. Fuck, this feels so good. I’ve never felt anything like it. I didn’t even know sex could feel this good until him.

He leans in, his nose brushing mine. “Fuck,” he breathes, and it sounds like it’s being dragged out of him. His eyes lock on mine, wide and green and shining, like he’s seeing all of me and is unable to look away. “I love?—”

He stops, his eyes widening a little as he stills inside of me.

My heart races out of control in my chest, but before I can even think about what he was going to say, his hips roll again, and he swallows hard. “—love being inside you,” he finishes.

My breath stumbles, but I can’t speak, not when he hits that spot inside me again that makes my toes curl and my back arch.

“You’re gonna come for me, baby?” he murmurs, pressing his lips to mine, his hand curling around my cock, stroking me.

I nod, moaning into his mouth. The bed creaks beneath us when he moves faster and my body tightens, trembles, the pressure curling inside me until I snap, coming all over between us, spilling onto his hand.

“Fuck,” he whispers when he feels my ass clenching around him, squeezing him and his movements stutter a little. He buries his face in my neck, groaning. “Oh fuck. I’m coming.”

Hips jerk forward with desperate need as he empties himself deep inside me, pulse after pulse of cum flooding me until I’m full and still twitching around him. He doesn’t pull out, grinding deep as if he wants to push every drop further inside.

He stays inside me, keeping his forehead pressed to mine. The aftershocks roll through us both in small, involuntary movements while his lips brush my temple.

He kisses me softly before pulling back just enough to see my face.

“You okay?” he whispers.

I nod, still a little dazed after the orgasm. “Yeah,” I whisper. “You?”

He smiles faintly, something quiet flickering behind his eyes. “Yeah,” he says. “More than okay.”

He collapses on the mattress beside me, his cock slipping out of me, and I feel the slow, warm drip between my thighs. He must feel it too, because he lets out a shaky breath, lifting himself on one elbow, glancing down between us.

His eyes go wide. “Holy fuck, look at you,” he groans. “You’re dripping.”

He swipes his finger over the swollen rim of my hole—his cum slicking my thighs, leaking onto the sheets—like he needs proof.

“Fuck, I filled you up,” he whispers, pushing his cum back into my ass with his middle finger. “So deep, baby. It’s still coming out of you.”

I shiver when he pushes again, just a little deeper, like he doesn’t want to leave a single drop behind and leans down to kiss me.

His finger slips out and then his mouth is on my chest, kissing a lazy trail down my stomach.

“Thank you,” he murmurs against my skin.

“For what?” I ask, curling an arm around his bare back, feeling his weight sink into me. I don’t want him to move. I want to feel every inch of him still pressed to mine.

He lifts his head just enough to look at me, his hair falling into his eyes. “For making this the first Christmas that actually felt like Christmas.”

Something catches in my chest and I look away, because if I keep looking at him, I might actually say something stupid. Likeyou’ll never spend one alone again.

So instead, I thread my fingers through his hair and exhale, lifting my eyes to the ceiling. “Thanks for my gift.”

He frowns. “But I didn’t get you anything.”

I look down at him and shoot him a grin. “I’d say that orgasm was a gift in itself.”

He laughs, pressing a lazy kiss to my lips. “Hayes has got jokes now, huh?”

I shrug. “Guess I’m growing.”