Man Candy

by Amanda Young

  One of Logan’s hands rose to cup Aaron’s face and pull him down for a tender kiss. “I only want you too. I haven’t been with anyone since the divorce, and I couldn’t tell you the last time I even had sex with Elaine before we separated. Things were bad for a long time before we finally split.”

  Aaron closed his eyes and kissed Logan again. He didn’t want to think about Logan being with anyone else. “I’m clean. If you can trust me, we don’t have to use one.” A fresh rush of blood squeezed into his cock, making it that much harder, at the thought of Logan fucking him bare. He’d never done that before, with anyone, and it was a hell of a turn-on.

  “Are you sure? I’m clean, too, I swear it, but you shouldn’t ‑‑”

  “I trust you. In all the time I’ve worked for you, I’ve never seen you intentionally hurt anyone. And I…” His face heated. “I really like the thought of feeling you come inside me.”

  Logan studied Aaron’s face for a moment and then kissed him, ravaging his mouth with an intensity that stole his breath and the ability to think. He whimpered, his hips rocking. “Now, Logan. Fuck me now.”

  Logan patted him on the ass. “Stand up.”

  He stood, his legs embarrassingly wobbly. Logan skimmed the remaining come off Aaron’s stomach and stroked it over his cock, making it glisten. He hunched down in the chair, sliding his ass to the very edge, and waggled his cock at Aaron. “You’re in charge. Ride me.”

  Aaron lowered himself until he felt Logan’s cock poking his balls. He leaned forward and felt it slide into the crack of his ass, the flared head glancing over his hole. Placing one hand on Logan’s shoulder to brace himself, Aaron reached behind him and took hold of Logan’s cock. He positioned the blunt head against the hungry entrance into his body and gently pressed down.

  With Aaron’s body still relaxed from being rimmed, Logan’s widely flared cockhead popped through the tiny ring of muscle with little effort. Aaron gasped, the burning sting of seldom used muscles stretching to encompass Logan’s swollen flesh bittersweet. Sweat beaded on his temples as he tried to relax his muscles and accept more of Logan’s considerable length inside him.

  Halfway down, Logan’s hands bracketed Aaron’s hips, stilling his downward momentum. His jaw was tense, his face flushed with the effort of holding back. “Hold still, baby. Just a second, please. You feel so damn good. Tight. Hot.”

  “Hurry, Logan. Want you so bad. Please.” Aaron was beyond the point of caring about whether or not he sounded whiny. With half of Logan’s dick inside him, it was all he could do to keep from rocking his hips.

  Finally, Logan’s grip loosened. Aaron put both hands on Logan’s shoulders and shoved down, impaling himself to the hilt on Logan’s thick cock. Aaron’s head fell back, his entire consciousness centered on the feel of Logan buried inside him, his hard thighs underneath him, everywhere. “Oh, fuck. In me so goddamn deep, Logan. Feels so good.”

  He began to move, rising up until only the flared head was left inside him and then dropping back down, over and over. He dipped his head and kissed Logan, accepting his lover’s tongue just as he accepted the stiff rigidity of his sex inside him. They shared breath, moving as one, as Logan held him close, one hand on Aaron’s hip and the other rubbing tiny circles over every inch of skin it could reach. His back, the outside of his thigh, his abs and chest ‑‑ nothing was spared from Logan’s loving caress.

  Logan’s gentle touch, coupled with the fierce yet awed look on his face, pushed Aaron to move faster, to take them both higher. He pumped his hips harder. On every downward lunge, he squeezed his muscles around Logan’s cock, relishing the knife-edge of pain that came with the pleasure.

  The only sounds in the room were their labored breathing and the occasional grunt and moan each made. Logan’s cries picked up speed and frequency. Aaron could feel the tension mounting in his lover’s body and wanted to come with him when he finally spilled. He grasped his cock, pumping frantically. Logan’s larger hand covered his own and together they stroked. Aaron angled his hips just right, letting Logan’s cock peg his prostate, and that was it. A fountain of come sprayed out between their linked fingers. His anus contracted, squeezing down in time with each spurt, and tugged Logan over the precipice with him.

  Logan’s muscles locked up, his arms holding Aaron tight. He pushed up, burying as much of himself as he could deep inside Aaron and let go, anointing the slick walls of Aaron’s channel with semen.

  Aaron held on tight, never wanting to let go. As Logan’s body trembled beneath his, Aaron slipped and said what he was thinking, the three little words no one should ever say during sex. “I love you.”

  Logan’s body went rigid. Aaron bit his tongue, cursing himself for being foolish enough to blurt out what he was feeling. His hasty words ruined what was otherwise a beautiful moment. Things would be awkward between them now, and he hated that. Emotions made things sloppy, and he hated that, too. For a second, he thought of playing it off, pretending it was just something he said every time he got off, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words. He did love Logan, and though he wished he hadn’t admitted to it, he wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t.

  Aaron lifted up, freeing Logan’s softening cock with a wet squelch. He tried to step back and avoid the uncomfortable scene that was sure to result from his declaration.

  Logan’s arms wrapped around him and wouldn’t let go. “Where do you think you’re going so fast?”

  Aaron averted his eyes. “I have to…I need to go to the bathroom and get dressed. I have things to do today.”

  “You’re right. You do have things to do today. You haven’t fucked me yet.”

  Aaron’s head whipped around. “What?”

  Logan tugged Aaron back down onto his lap. “Well, it’s only fair. I have to warn you, though, I’ve never bottomed before, so you might have to take things slow with me.”

  “Uh, Logan, I’m not really…I mean… It’s just that I haven’t ever…”

  Logan pressed a quick kiss to his lips, hushing him. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered, you know that?” Logan hugged him tight. “Do you remember me saying I needed to tell you something before we got all carried away with other things?”

  Damn, he’d forgotten all about that. “Yeah.”

  Logan met his nervous gaze and held it. “I’m in love with you, Aaron. I…I have been for a long time. Today wasn’t just about sex, though that part was damn good too.” Logan’s cheeks were tinged with pink. Aaron thought he’d never looked sweeter. “Shit. I’m screwing this up.” He ran a hand over his hair, a habit Aaron recognized as something he did when he was flustered. “I want you. Not just in my bed, but in my life. The only reason I agreed to wait and tell you afterwards is because I didn’t want you to think I was just saying whatever it took to get into your pants.” The last sentence was blurted out so quick, the words tried to blend together.

  Aaron’s pulse thundered in his ears. A Cheshire grin spread across his face, and he attacked Logan, kissing him until they were both breathless and working on renewed erections. Aaron panted, “Say it again.”

  Logan kissed the tip of his nose and looked deep into his eyes. “I love you, Aaron, so, so much.”

  They hugged, and Aaron whispered the words he’d only moments before been so reluctant to admit. Only this time around, he had nothing to fear. Logan loved him back and Aaron knew without a shadow of a doubt that he’d never tire of telling Logan how much he meant to him. The start of a new, bright future loomed on the horizon, and Aaron couldn’t wait for it to begin.

  Amanda Young

  Amanda Young is a multi-published romance author. All of her books are steamy and not for the faint of heart. Since she tends to write whatever strikes her whimsy, all of her novels fall into various subgenres. Among her titles you'll find contemporary, manlove, and paranormal.

  The stories she writes are bold and usually push the boundaries of what’s acceptable. Basically, she writes stories about men and wome
n who love indiscriminately and wholeheartedly. Her characters are never perfect; they’re flawed and oftentimes troubled. Which makes it that much more satisfying when they receive the happy ending we all deserve. No matter what genre her books fall into, she can guarantee they'll end with a happily ever after. In her opinion, it's just not a romance without one.

  Learn more about Amanda by visiting her website at http://www.amandayoung.org.