by BJ Blakely
“Good,” he murmurs, sucking my thumb, swirling his tongue playfully around the tip.
He’s so damn cute.
After removing my finger, I sigh and settle into the pillow.
Three hours later, the shower still has me hard as fuck.
I planned to jerk off but I didn’t.
For some reason, it felt weird busting one out with Logan beside me, so instead of beating my meat, I carefully washed Logan, scrubbing every inch of his body.
I washed his ass cheeks, back, neck, arms, and feet with the complimentary lavender-scented body wash from the motel, and Logan fucking adored it.
He swooned into my hand like he’d been waiting for my touch his entire life as I scrubbed the stress away, letting it circle the stainless steel drain, and he was hard as hell when we left.
But still, we didn't jerk.
Safe to say I have a serious case of blue balls.
Suddenly, as if he’s reading my mind, Logan turns to me and places his palm on my cock. “Jax?”
His voice is so fucking soft. It’s like he’s knocked the fucking wind out of me. “Yes?” I grunt.
Logan takes a sharp breath and squeezes my cock. It twitches in my pajamas. “You can say no if you want. But I want to know if you’d let me jerk you off.”
“You don’t have to jerk me off because I’m hard.”
Logan squeezes my hardness again. “It’s not because you’re hard. I changed my mind. Before, I only wanted to snuggle. Now, I want to make you come.”
“I’ve dealt with blue balls before. It’ll be a little painful tonight, but I don’t need you to get me off to relieve the pain.”
Logan furrows his brow. “You’re rejecting me.”
I snort and shake my head. “Hell no.”
“Then why won’t you let me touch you?” Logan whispers, his voice soft as silk.
“I don't want to force you to do something you don't want to do.”
“But what if I want to?” Logan protests, staring into my eyes. I try to speak but my breath catches in my throat.
Logan runs his fingers up and down the length, squeezing the shaft, massaging it through my pajamas. He trails a line down the hard shaft with his index finger, then cups my sack when he reaches my balls. “What if I want to get you off?"
His voice, combined with his teasing, sends a tremor of lust shooting through my veins.
Then Logan leans forward so that our mouths are almost touching but not quite.
His hot breath cascades over my lower lip and chin, sending pinpricks of lust racing through my spine.
I can’t fucking take it anymore. “Pull me out, Logan,” I rasp. If he doesn’t pull my cock out of my pajamas, I’m going to bust.
Mirth pops and sparks in Logan’s eyes. “I’ll do you one better,” Logan whispers at last. “Shh. Don’t say a word.”
Logan throws off the blankets and creeps down the bed.
He throws his legs over my thighs, licking my tattoos, then brings his mouth to my hardness.
With soft desperate moans, he plants kisses along my aching cock until he reaches the trembling tip.
He breathes hotly on my cock head and peels my pajamas to my thighs, then licks the length of my hardness through my underwear.
I moan and grab his hair, desperate for the teasing to stop, while secretly wishing it’d last forever.
Logan senses my desperation.
With a greedy smirk, he bites the band of my underwear with his teeth and tugs it to my thighs, causing my aching cock to spring free.
Logan brings his lips to my shaft and licks the length of my cock, this time flicking his tongue along the actual flesh.
His lips, combined with his hot breath, overwhelm me, and I moan and throw my head back on the pillow, desperate for him to stop teasing me, to stop licking and nibbling my delicate skin, to say fuck it shove the damn thing in his mouth.
But I can’t look away, not when it’s the hottest goddamn fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
My anonymous glory hole hookup has come to life.
Logan grips the base of my cock and strokes it.
His tight smooth palm feels like fucking heaven on my hardness.
I cry out when Logan squeezes my cock before bringing his tongue to the tip and flicking it over my slit.
With a greedy whimper, Logan takes my throbbing head in his mouth, opening my fucking mind to a goddamn alternative universe of sensation.
He sucks and swirls his tongue around my throbbing cock head, jerking the shaft as he teases the tip in his mouth.
“Fuck,” I cry, but Logan raises a finger to silence me.
As he swirls his hot wet tongue around my sensitive glands, I remember his earlier plea.
Shh. Don’t make a sound.
“Jesus,” I grunt to myself, quiet enough so he won’t hear. The Caribbean heat encircling my cock head combined with the possessive way this young man is taking control is enough to explode at once.
Logan gags as he swallows my cock deeper, and I gasp and buck into his throat, but Logan slams his palm into my tummy to force me to stay on the bed.
The pressure and heat of his mouth radiates throughout my body, and all at once I know I want to empty myself inside him.
I can’t fucking process that this is the same guy I’ve seen at fucking Betty’s Biscuits for months on end, the same adorkable nerdy waiter with the playful lilt who brings me extra bacon.
It blows my fucking mind, the way this confident young man swallows and gags on my cock, gasping and moaning as spit trickles to my thighs and pools at the base of my asshole.
I grunt to warn him about the spit, but Logan sees this coming; he massages the fallen spit into my balls, sending great licks of heat through my pulsating body.
Logan flits his gaze up to meet mine. His floppy brown hair quivers on his pale forehead, and his blue eyes stare at me with an intensity that borders on desperation.
And that’s when it hits me.
Logan wants me to come.
This amazing fucking young man who’s worshipping my fucking balls wants me to come in his mouth.
The way he sucks and swirls his tongue around my shaft, lapping up every droplet of pre-come, letting nothing go untouched — it tells me he needs me inside him at once, and whether it’s to make up for lost time or because he’s horny as fuck I don’t know, but one thing’s clear.
Sweet little Logan needs me to fucking fill his perfect throat with my seed.
“I’m not gonna last,” I grunt, and Logan moans and swallows me even deeper.
I cry out and buck as my orgasm slams through me, hitting like a fucking train wreck, and I let out a roar and plaster the back of his throat with my seed.
“Fuck,” Logan moans, sucking and gasping as I unleash inside him, but my orgasm is too powerful for his mouth, and come spews out the sides as he fails to contain my nut, except when he finishes swallowing, he laps up every fucking spilled drop.
I pull him onto my body and slam my lips on his.
Logan whimpers and moans, thrusting and quivering on top of my belly.
“Come on me,” I command, my voice thick and husky. “You suck me like a fucking champ. Now I want you to come on me.”
“You’ll get messy,” Logan whispers, his body trembling.
“We’ll shower again.”
Logan hoists himself on top of me, gyrating against my flesh.
Kissing me, he places his two hands on my shoulders, using them as a grip, then forces his tongue deeper into my mouth, swirling it around with desperate need.
With a whimper, he bucks against my tummy again, crying out as his cock grazes my belly, fucking me like a pillow.
On a whim I smack his ass, and I let out greedy moan and kiss him harder as the smack reverberates through the fucking room, biting his lower lip, claiming what’s mine, re-claiming what I’ve lost but have since found again.
Logan’s desperate whimpers let me know he wants to be claimed.
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br /> This young man is fucking begging to be mine.
Before I can speak or think or breathe Logan lets out a primal scream as his orgasm slams through him and he comes hot and hard on my stomach.
“Fuck,” Logan moans. “I think I got some on the sheets.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I murmur. I’m so fucking lost under his spell. It’s so goddamn hot. Little brat using big ol’ me as a come rag.
“I like you,” I rasp, kissing him.
Logan sighs and burrows onto my chest. “I like you too.”
“I think we should shower now,” I whisper, gesturing to the come between us.
If we don’t wash it off, it’ll harden like glue; as romantic as it sounds to have the come “glue us together,” I’ve tried it before and it’s fucking disgusting, and it’s hard as hell to clean up, especially in pubes.
“A shower sounds good,” Logan admits with a sigh. But he makes no motion to leave.
With a snort, I yank him off my body and stand up, quickly mopping up the come that I can with a spare t-shirt, before tossing it to the floor and leading him to the shower.
After our shower, I dress Logan in a pair of pajamas I bought for him at a pharmacy in St. Paul this afternoon and tuck him under my arm. I can’t believe he’s mine.
Mine.
This time, I’ll be damned if I leave his side.
18
Jax
“Morning.”
Logan yawns as I wake him the following day for his shift.
Regret pummels me from every direction at having to wake him, especially when he’s so cute and sleepy.
His adorable eyelashes fanning over his pale cheeks like an angel’s, and his lips part slightly when he snores.
Damn Betty’s. Stealing my man away so early in the morning.
Logan stirs and opens his eyes, and the sight takes my breath away.
If his blue eyes were sapphires, I’d put them on a ring.
But they’re not rare jewels, so I content myself with admiring them while they’re still safely attached to his head.
After a second yawn, Logan rushes towards me and slams his lips on mine. “Jax,” he whispers, his voice soft and airy. “My big cuddle bear.”
I snort, but I relent and kiss him back. “It’s a little soon for nicknames, but I’m not complaining. I’ll be your big cuddle bear every day of the week.”
“Jerk,” Logan growls, glaring at me. “I’m trying to be sweet. If you don’t appreciate that now, you will when I turn salty.”
“Sweet is perfect.” I take his hand and bring it between my thighs. “Feel that?”
Logan cocks an eyebrow at me. “Hmm.”
“See?” I whisper, letting him cop of feel of my morning wood. “Don’t stop being sweet. Sweet works fine.”
Logan snickers and rushes towards me again, slamming his lips on mine.
He moans as I grip the back of his head, my fingertips digging into his skull, forcing us to kiss harder.
Logan quivers as he thrusts himself against me to burrow closer, and all of a sudden, I realize he’s hard as me, so I remove my lips from his and poke his cock.
“Uh oh. Someone’s gonna have a hard time getting through their shift.”
“I agree. What are you gonna do about it?”
I snort. “Uh uh. Not today, kid. Besides, I haven’t even brushed my teeth.”
Logan pretends to scowl at me. “And to think I liked you last night. God, some boyfriend you are. A good partner would cater to his lover’s every need.”
“I do cater to your every need. Except when they conflict with mine.”
Logan rolls his eyes. “How is helping me with my morning woof conflicting with your needs? Jesus. I’m asking you to help me get off. It’s not like I’m not asking you to fuck me or anything.”
I give him a peck on the lips. “That’s why I don’t want to get you off this morning, silly. I have plans for tonight. But they won’t work if you’re not horny.”
Logan’s eyes shimmer with excitement. “What kinda plans?” His voice is so soft and adorable. His cock throbs in his light blue briefs.
“Sex plans,” I explain with a shrug. “You know, the usual. Things that will stimulate you beyond your wildest dreams.”
This proves too much for Logan. In one quick motion, he throws off the blanket and climbs on top of me, wrapping his legs around my body and thrusting his cock against my tummy.
“You know, Jax,” Logan murmurs as he plants a soft kiss on the tip of my nose. “I think you’re underestimating how horny I am. I don’t know how your body’s built, but I can get off in the morning, afternoon, and night. I’m a little fucking horn dog. I’d appreciate it if you’d recognize that I can come more than once a day.”
Logan clears his throat. “I jerk off at least three times a day as it is. I don’t see what the difference is if you help me.”
Oh God. This guy is so fucking hot. His perfect smile, his vulgar words. He has no idea what he does to me. None whatsoever.
I mull over my options. I can either give into him, and pleasure him beyond his wildest dreams, or hold out, and force him to wait.
While forcing him to wait sounds tempting, I don’t know if my cock will let me.
But I don’t want to make a decision quite yet.
By way of procrastination, I run my palms over his soft hairless chest, squeeze his perky nipples, which causes Logan to moan and quiver.
A soft patch of goosebumps ripples over his chest and arms, and I run my fingers over these body parts, causing Logan to thrust his cock harder into my body.
“I have an idea,” I whisper at last, letting this gorgeous young man know I’ve made up my mind.
“Tell me.”
“We’ll have fun this morning. I’ll accompany you to Betty’s for your shift. We’ll have fun during your lunch break, and we’ll still follow through with our plans this evening. That way, you get everything you want, I get to make up for deserting you for the better part of three months, and you don’t get to hold it against me. Let me know if that works.”
Logan moans, and I glance down, only to see that the bulge in his underwear has a droplet of wetness at the tip of his cock.
Oh my God. Who knew talk of our sex plans would cause him to leak?
With a lusty moan, Logan drapes himself across my chest, and licks my upper lip, taking his time, causing my fucking cock to spike up with arousal.
At last, he whispers in a husky voice, “That sounds good, Jax. But you’re forgetting something.”
I’m so fucking dazed. “Tell me.”
Logan plants a soft kiss on my lips, before removing his mouth and staring me in the eyes. “You said we could get off this morning.”
“Correct.”
“But you never told me how we’re getting off.”
Ugh. I’m about to fucking nut, Logan’s voice is so soft and breathy.
It’s like an extremely sexy gay twink version of Marilyn Monroe’s sultry voice, and he has no fucking idea how hot he is which makes it hot as fuck.
“You pick,” I grunt. My mind is spinning, I’m so fucking aroused.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Logan whispers with a devilish grin. “Lay back and relax. I have something I want to try.”
In one quick motion, he slips out of his briefs and tosses them to the floor, then yanks my briefs off so that we’re both naked, before gripping our cocks together.
“Oh, Jax,” Logan whispers. “You’ve held the fucking power over me for so long. Making me wait and cry for months.”
I snort. “Is this role play? Are you my Dom?”
“Shhhh,” Logan whispers, digging his fingernails into my shaft. “You promised not to speak.”
I should be offended by his words. After all, I thought we resolved this last night.
I explained why I left, and he said he accepted my apology, though it might take some time.
But for some fucking reason, his sexy words turn me on
.
“I’ve held the power?” I grunt. I’m so fucking mesmerized.
Suddenly, I’m fucking game for a little humiliation role play.
Logan wants to take control, at least for the moment. Will it make him feel better about the past few months?
I’m so fucking game.
“Yes.” Logan moans and jerks our cocks faster. He slips his finger into my foreskin and swirls it around the head, then pulls it out and slides it in his mouth “You made me cry for months on end, you bastard. But guess what?”
“What?” I grunt. My vision quavers as I stare into his eyes. In this moment, I’ll do fucking anything.
Logan smirks at me. “You don’t hold the power anymore.”
I’m so fucking floored. I’ve never had anyone do this to me.
Something dark and twisted flashes in Logan’s eyes, and it’s so fucking sexy, the way he’s desperate to take control.
Jesus Christ, this confident young man turns me on.
Logan growls at me. “I’m going to fucking claim you, Jax. You’re mine. I don’t know who you’ve been with, and I don’t know how many cocks you’ve sucked in your life. But that ends today.”
“Okay.” I’m so horny I’m fucking slack-jawed.
Logan snarls at me. “Little fucking bitch,” he growls, digging his nails into my shaft. “I’m going to come on you so fucking hard, you bastard. You’re mine, Jax. I’m marking you. You’ll never be allowed to go to a glory hole unless I accompany you ever again.”
Jesus fucking Christ. This is so fucking hot.
I don’t know if Logan is role-playing or if he means this, but holy shit, my cock has never been harder, and I feel like I’m going to nut.
Though part of me tells me to look away, I can’t help but stare into Logan’s eyes, and that’s when it hits me like a fucking brick.
My sudden departure last month fucking gutted him. This young man cried for me.
He was devastated that I left, and his desire to “claim” me this morning is a direct result of that.
The realization is so sudden it makes me want to give in to all his demands.
“Tell me who’s you are,” Logan growls, jerking our cock faster. “I’m not going to let you come until you say you’re mine.”
