by BJ Blakely
Unlike last time, Logan removes his hands from my shoulders, and sits up as his tight channel welcomes my cock.
This time, my cock glides in halfway before Logan’s face contorts his pain, and I warn Logan I’m going to pull out but he shakes his head.
He lifts himself up and removes my cock from his hole, then repeats this action slowly, deliberately, letting my cock enter him, and suddenly I realize that he’s acclimating himself to my hardness, taking it slow so he won’t hurt himself this time.
“Sexy fuck,” I whisper, gripping his hips as I slide myself in and out of his tight trembling channel, in slow determined motions, exercising the upmost fucking restraint so I don’t rush things and injure him, so his body can adjust to my presence.
Logan’s face begins to lift, and a look of horny deliriousness overtakes the pain.
He lets out a soft little whimper as he takes my cock halfway, letting his tight hot channel wrap itself around my throbbing hardness, encasing it in its grip.
The sensation is fucking bliss.
“Jesus,” I grunt, thrusting myself deeper into his channel, and Logan’s body spasms.
He lets out another moan, an airy breathy moan, a moan so fucking sexy it causes a spasm of excitement rushing straight to the tip of my goddamn cock, forcing me to grunt and pull back at once so I don’t fucking explode prematurely in his body.
It’s a goddamn exercise of willpower in the extreme, because at this point, with his perfect hairless body slowly quivering and convulsing on my aching hardness, all I want to do is grab his pale hips and slam into him as hard as I fucking can, fucking ram into his tight ass and make him scream with pleasuring, gasping and drooling as his perfect cut cock explodes on my tummy.
But I can’t do this, not if I don’t want to hurt him.
And fucking hurting him is the last goddamn thing on my mind.
Logan loosens in my grasp. “Jax?”
His voice is so soft it causes my heart to tremor. “Yes?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah,” I grunt, my voice dripping with need. He can ask me anything. This perfect young man can ask me anything he fucking wants.
“Please don’t laugh.”
I nod. I’m so fucking horny I’ll do anything. Fucking anything. If he wants to call me names, I’ll fucking say yes. Any goddamn thing.
But the words that fall out of his mouth take my fucking breath away.
“I want you to praise me.”
Logan
I brace myself as I tell Jax to praise me.
My entire body is on fire, every fucking limb screaming for release, his cock stirring feelings I didn’t know I had.
I came into this fucking night thinking I wanted Jax to talk dirty to me, but now that we’re fucking, that’s the last thing I goddam want.
I want Jax to praise me.
Worship me.
Treat me like his goddamn patron saint.
Jax stutters when he speaks. “Of course, Logan. I’ll say anything.”
“Okay.” My voice is a whisper. “Can you do it… Now?”
Jax nods. “Fuck yeah.”
I close my eyes and throw back my head as Jax begins to speak, stirring so much goddamn fucking emotion inside me.
“I need you so much, Logan,” Jax whispers, his voice greedy with need. “From the fucking second I saw you in the diner, I wanted you.”
“Yeah?” I whisper, my body tingling from his praise.
My heart beats a million miles a minute, and my gut sparks with warm fuzzies and butterflies. “You’re not only saying that so you can get with me?”
“Fuck no.” Jax smacks my ass, causing me to moan. “You’re the specialist fucking young man I’ve ever met. So fucking funny. So sexy and geeky.”
“Is that okay?” I whisper, fending off the shuddering sensations coursing through my flesh. “You don’t mind I’m a little geeky?”
“No,” Jax grunts, bucking into me fucking hard, and I cry out and scream as the pleasure slams through me, knowing that finally he realized he can treat me a little rougher without hurting me.
“I fucking love that you’re a little geeky, a little bratty too. Fuck, Logan. You had me so goddamn hard from the second you brought my omelet with extra fucking bacon, and you’re so good at sucking my cock. So fucking hot when you ride me.”
“Oh, Jax,” I murmur, pleading with him to go on. “Fuck, Jax. No one’s ever talked to me like that before.”
Jax grunts. “Sexy little fuck. With an ass like that, they need to.”
I moan and buck hard, letting his cock deep into my channel.
A spasm of pain courses through me, but pleasure quickly overtakes it, sending the pain back where it belongs.
I cry out and ride harder, moaning in desperation as the weight of Jax’s words wash over me.
Jax liked me from the second he saw me in the diner, and now, he likes who I am.
He's not just trying to get with me, he fucking loves everything about me, from my hairless body he praised in the shower to the fucking attitude I give him whenever I can.
His cock turns me on like a goddamn lightbulb, but his words give me the deep-rooted stimulation dick never can.
It sends me over the edge. “I’m gonna come,” I scream, my voice desperate with desire.
Jax grunts and digs his fingers into my hips, thrusting into me so fucking hard. “Wait for me.”
“No,” I cry out, bucking with need. “I’m gonna come, Jax. Fuck. Please.”
“Wait for me.”
But I can’t wait, I can’t fucking slow down if I wanted to.
With primal intensity, I scream and throw my head back, my cock unleashing a torrent of hot come onto Jax’s tummy.
Jax lets out a primal roar and bucks into my body with unmitigated force, fucking slamming into me so goddamn hard his balls thwock against my ass cheeks.
Before I know it, Jax comes hot and hard too, letting out shot after shot in my ass, telling me he loves me, that he’d fucking move mountains for me and that I’m the specialist fucking man in the world, and his praise is so goddamn hot that I scream and come again, spewing hot strings onto his chest with such ferocious fucking violence they mat his chest hair and splatter on the nightstand.
“Jax.” I moan and collapse on his sticky chest. “Fuck.”
“Fuck is right.” Jax lets out a feral moan and digs his fingers into my skull, expelling the last of his seed in my body. We collapse in a pile of sweat and come. “Fuck.”
All we can muster are one-syllable words.
I moan and bring my lips to his. “Thank you for praising me.”
“You’re such a good fuck. You deserve to be praised.”
Jax breaths hotly against my lips. “I like praising you.”
“I think you said the L-word,” I moan as I desperately dig my teeth into his bottom lip, desperate to fucking taste everything about him, even his goddamn blood.
Jax snorts and kisses me. “You need to get your hearing checked.”
“Bullshit,” I growl, kissing him harder. Come squelches between us but I don’t fucking care. The hot towel Jax set down before we fucked catches everything. “I heard you say it.”
“I said no such thing.”
Jax pulls me off him. “Let’s clean off in the shower. Then we can snuggle and watch HGTV.”
“Maybe I want to cuddle drenched in come. Maybe I’m a romantic freak.”
Jax snorts. “It’s not romantic. It’s disgusting.”
“Fine. I’m a disgusting freak.”
Jax wipes a glob of come from my chin that must’ve gotten on there when I collapsed on his tummy. “You might be a freak,” Jax rasps at last, wiping the come off. His raspy low voice stirs desire in my gut. “But the good news is, so am I.”
“What about disgusting?”
Jax brings the come to his lips, and after swirling his tongue around his fingertip, he swallows it. “Salty? Yes. Pungent? Sure. But honey,�
�� Jax drawls, planting a hot kiss on my lips. “I can say with confidence… You’re anything but disgusting.”
I laugh so fucking hard tears flow out of my eyes. I bend down and kiss his hot tattoos, running my tongue over the gorgeous sexy ink. His tattooed muscles ripple beneath my touch. “Okay, asshole. Let’s shower.”
“Sounds like an amazing truckin’ plan.”
22
Logan
“Babe. You stole the blanket.”
It’s a beautiful sunny morning, and I’m still tangled in the sheets with Jax.
Thankfully, I have the day off, so there’s no rushing to leave the motel like last time, and we can venture to Betty’s whenever.
But if we’re going to keep snuggling, I’ve got to steal back some of the blankets.
Jax groans. “Stop torturing me. You gave it to me in the middle of the night.”
I snort and snuggle closer. “Definitely not. You stole the blankets early this morning while I was having a dream.”
Jax glares at me. “That’s not what happened. At three AM this morning — I’m keeping track because I woke up freezing — I poked you and asked if you’d share. You responded ‘yes, yes,’ very enthusiastically. So I did what you said.”
I kiss Jax’s shoulder. “I was responding to something else. From the dream.”
“Ahh.” Jax mulls this over. “Please tell me what this dream was about, and why it requires all of the blankets in addition to the sheets.”
I glare at Jax. “It’s self-explanatory.”
Jax snorts. “Not to me.”
I sigh. Jax is so damn cute this morning, with his little cow lick and his eyes all lovey-dovey.
His tattoos are fucking works of art, to say nothing of his rock hard fuckin’ trucker abs.
He leaves me with no choice but to relent.
“Fine,” I groan at last. “Here's the dream. It was the middle of the night. You were making passionate love to me. Halfway through, you paused and asked if I wanted you to praise me. I said ‘yes, yes!’ We were about to come together when you rudely awakened me.”
Jax groans. “Whoops.”
“Are you going to apologize?”
“Nah. You shoulda told me you were in the middle of a sex dream. It explains everything, and I wouldn’t have been so cruel.”
“I’m your boyfriend. You’re supposed to intuit these things.”
Jax furrows his brow. He looks so damn sad and confused, but he reluctantly lifts the blanket so I can have some.
I jump at the opportunity and sneak inside the warm covers.
Jax kisses my shoulder at once, sending warm fuzzies through my spine. “I didn’t realize we were boyfriends.”
My jaw drops. “Jax…”
“What?”
“Of course we’re boyfriends. We’ve been calling each other ‘boyfriend’ nonstop.”
“Yeah,” Jax contends, biting his lip. But I can tell he’s not going to let me win so easily. “But we never had the official discussion.”
I snort. “I didn’t realize you needed an ‘official discussion’ to be boyfriends, but okay.”
“You do,” Jax insists, nodding vigorously. “It’s called the boyfriend conversation. It’s where you set up expectations, go over likes and dislikes, and let your partner know that you’re in an exclusive, committed relationship with them, unless of course you both prefer open relationships, in which case the discussion takes a slightly different turn. But the fact that you need a discussion still stands.”
I snort and shake my head. “I call bunk. They never have this discussion in the movies.”
Jax lets out a snort. “Remind me again at what point in the relationships the movies stop. I’ll wait.”
I bite my lip. “Uhhhm.” I snuggle closer to Jax. I run a finger down his tattooed biceps, and pinch the skin. “The proposal?”
Jax nods. “Exactly. So you’re missing the bulk of the relationship where shit inevitably goes downhill because they haven’t discussed each other’s needs.”
Jax clears his throat. “We need the discussion, because I refuse to have another Michael.”
“Michael?” I ask innocently.
“My ex,” Jax explains without missing a beat. “I can tell you about him another time. He kinda cheated on me.”
My face falls, and my stomach sinks. I scoot closer to Jax, burrowing myself in his chest until I hear his heartbeat.
How could anyone cheat on Jax? It’s so fucking horrible.
"I'm sorry,” I say at last, drawing the words out to show Jax how serious I am. “I can’t imagine anyone would cheat on you.”
“It’s fine.” Jax snorts and kisses my forehead. “He was an asshole. He doesn’t impact you and me.”
The realization of why Jax wants to have ‘the boyfriend discussion’ finally dawns on me.
I flit my gaze up, staring into Jax’s chocolate eyes, and he’s smiling, but I can see worry deep within them.
Jax is worried I’ll be like Michael, even if he won’t admit it out loud.
But I’d never fucking cheat on Jax. Am I fuckin’ crazy?
“We can have the discussion,” I whisper at last, kissing him. “I understand why it can’t be like the movies.”
Jax kisses me back. The kiss is so damn powerful I fucking sprout wings.
I want to fucking fly around the room with Jax. Fuck gravity.
But Jax surprises me. “We can talk later.”
My jaw drops. “Why not now?”
Jax snickers. “Because I’d rather stay in this moment with you. And also I bought you something.”
“You bought me something?” A thought flashes across my mind, and I vaguely begin to grasp something, but I brush it aside.
Jax takes my chin in between his index finger and thumb, and tilts it up. “I’ll be right back.”
Jax leaps off the bed, and instantly, I’m thrown headfirst into a great whirlpool of anxiety.
My mind is racing, and I can’t believe Jax got me a present.
In my confusion, I can’t think of what it might be.
Something to help with my job at Betty’s? Or something for his rig that will remind him of me?
I’m about to text Jax to ask what he bought me when suddenly he returns with a beautiful present wrapped in a bow.
Jax blows me a kiss and slides the beautiful present onto the sheets next to me.
“Open it,” Jax urges, guiding my hand to the sparkling ribbon. “I want to see your face.”
My eyes burn. I turn to Jax with a look of sheer gratitude on my face. I want to protest. I need to tell Jax I can’t accept this gift, whatever it might be. But I can’t say that.
Because I really want this present.
I dig into the wrapping paper. “Jesus, Jax,” I grumble, tearing it to shreds. “You didn’t have to wrap it so tight.”
Jax snorts. “It’s so you wouldn’t peak. If you’d stumbled across it in my backpack, you’d have torn open the paper to get a sneak peek. I prevented a tragedy.”
I smirk as I tear open the paper. “You don’t trust me.”
But inside I know he’s right.
Damnit, I totally would’ve opened the gift.
I tear the paper off and throw it to the side. I’m getting hard opening this gift for some weird reason, but my excitement reaches a fever pitch when I finally see it.
And when I hold it up to the light to make sure it’s the gift as in the fucking brush set from Hazel's I’ve been eyeing for months I nearly come in my pants.
“Jax,” I wail, studying the beautiful brushes. They’re all there. The stunning synthetic filbert, the wide eyelash-like fan brush. The casing material is fucking perfect. It’s silver and glistens like fucking fresh snow.
Oh my God. I’m in love.
Jax plants a hot kiss on my lips. “You like it, babe?”
“Like it?” I cry out, unable to contain my emotion a second longer. I hug the brush set. I feel like a kid on Christmas, and I love it.
Fuck growing up. I want to be a kid on Christmas every day. “I love it, Jax. It’s the most amazing gift you could’ve given me.”
Jax kisses me a second time. “You sure?” He places his hand on my thigh and squeezes. “Because I’m pretty sure that the last time I tried to buy these for you, you threw a fit. I hope I didn’t screw up by taking matters into my own hands this time.”
I rub my hot wet eyes with the back of my hand. “No, silly. I love them. Really.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” I set down the brushes and scoot closer to Jax. I stare into his eyes. “The only reason I didn’t accept the brush set back then is because we weren’t together, silly. I thought you were pitying me. Obviously, you weren’t. But I couldn’t accept the brush set under those circumstances.”
Jax furrows his brow. “Uhh. I hate to say it, but I went to school to learn how to run a farm. Please explain what that means.”
I let go of his shoulder. “It means you felt bad for me. You thought I was the broke waiter from the local diner and wanted to give me a gift because I was too poor to buy it myself.”
“Ahh.” Jax mulls this over. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but weren’t you too broke to buy the brushes yourself?”
My cheeks flush. “Yes. But I’ll never admit it out loud.”
Jax sighs and scoops me into his arms. “Please know that’s not why I bought you the gift. Yes, you’re a broke waiter. But you’re twenty one. Everyone’s broke at twenty one.”
“Not Kylie Jenner,” I point out. “Or James Charles.”
“Not everyone can have a famous older sister or blow up online.”
My jaw drops. “Wait. You know James Charles?”
Jax snorts. “Wow. Age discrimination much?”
“No, no,” I protest, even though Jax is right. “I’m testing to see if our age gap is going to be a problem in this relationship. Congratulations.” I placate him with a hot wet kiss. “You passed your first exam.”
Jax lets out a belly laugh. “I got lucky.” Seeing my confusion, Jax continues, “I barely know any makeup gurus. But my friend Jasper is into drama channels. He went on about the Tati Westbrook-James Charles situation last year for months. Needless to say, I became well acquainted with the ways of the beauty world.”
