Page 91 of The Risk Taker

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Just let me in.”

The tip of his finger slips past the tight ring of muscle and my breath hitches. The pressure is strange but not bad, not with the way he keeps talking me through it.

“You’re doing so good,” he says, leaning down to kiss my throat. “So fucking good for me, baby.”

The praise sends a jolt through me and I let out a whimper.

Fuck. I didn’t mean to. It just slips out.

He chuckles softly, kissing the side of my neck.

“Tell me how it feels.”

I gasp, shaking my head, too overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through my body. “I don’t know… strange. But also—fuck—good. Weird good.”

He smiles against my skin. “That’s what I like to hear.”

A second finger joins the first, and my breath catches. He pauses, kissing my shoulder again, letting me adjust.

“You okay?”

I nod too fast, barely managing words. “Yeah. Just… don’t stop.” I know I’m begging, and I don’t even care.

He moves slowly, watching every inch of my reaction. My breath catches as he works his fingers in deeper. The stretch burns, but it’s also blindingly good, especially when he crooks his fingers just right. My hips jerk, chasing the feeling before I can stop myself and a loud moan rips out from me.

“Holy fuck.” A needy, desperate whimper leaves my lips when he hits a spot inside me that makes me see stars.

“Shhh,” Logan laughs, pressing his other hand to my mouth. “You keep moaning like that and the guys will know what we’re up to in here.”

“Jesus,” I choke when he pulls his hand away from my mouth, barely able to breathe as his fingers hit that spot again, lighting up my body. “What the fuck?—”

“That’s your prostate,” Logan tells me, grinning as he rubs that spot again. “Feels fucking amazing, huh?”

I nod, my muscles squeezing around him involuntarily, and he groans under his breath. “God, that’s so fucking hot.”

He curls his fingers again and I shudder, my mouth falling open in another moan.

“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes drifting to where his fingers disappear inside me. “Spread those legs a little more. Let me see everything.”

I open my legs even more, lifting them until they crush my chest, wanting everything from him.

“You’re gripping me so tight,” he grits out. “Fuck. I can’t wait to see you take more.”

He leans down and his mouth trails down my body, pressing a sloppy wet kiss to my nipple, kissing down my stomach, licking the line of hair below my navel before bending down and sucking the head of my cock into his mouth.

“Holy fuck.” My voice comes out broken, absolutely wrecked from the pleasure coursing through my body. Logan hums around me, his mouth swallowing me deeper and his fingers stretching me, twisting, pressing, making me shake underneath him.

Then his mouth slides lower, slower, teasing down my cock, my balls, and further, his breath hot against my skin.

He pulls his fingers out, leaving me open and empty, clenching around nothing, desperate for any touch at all. His hands grip my thighs, holding me wide for him, and my whole body locks up.

“Wait. What are you?—?”

“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice all rumbly and gritty, and sexy as hell. “Trust me.”

And then—oh fuck—his tongue is right there, licking at my rim.

“Logan—fuck—” I cry out, my whole body arching off the bed.