Logan's Need

by Sloane Kennedy

  “Please, Dom,” he heard himself begging. “I need more.”

  That sinfully hot mouth returned to his cock and swallowed him as the fingers continued to work him, but stopped just shy of hitting that spot inside of him again. Logan released his ass and grabbed Dom’s head to hold him while he fucked into his mouth. On every down stroke, he pushed against Dom’s probing fingers as hard as he could. He was close…so fucking close. He felt his body start to tingle, but before he could get the relief he needed, Dom pulled off him, releasing his now leaking cock with a pop. The fingers disappeared and Dom’s big body was covering his again as a tongue thrust into his mouth. But before he could protest the loss, Dom’s cock was pushing into him in one long thrust, the slick oil letting him slide all the way home as Logan’s body readily accepted the intrusion.

  “Yes,” Logan moaned as he closed his fists over Dom’s muscled back. But Dom only gave him a few shallow thrusts as he continued to explore his mouth with his tongue and Logan groaned in frustration.

  “Fuck me,” he said as he panted against Dom’s lips as he pushed his hips up to get Dom deeper inside of him.

  Dom stopped all of his movements and hung over Logan, his dark eyes glittering. “I’m going to, baby. I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop. Then I’m going to do it harder. And when you think you can’t take any more, I’m going to start all over again,” he promised.

  Logan shook at the words and then watched as Dom lifted off of him, but kept their lower bodies connected. His hands closed around Logan’s ankles as he spread his legs wide and high and then he looked down to where they were joined. He thrust in and out in slow, even moves, enough to keep Logan’s desire burning, but nowhere near what he needed to get the release he craved. He tried to shift his body enough so that Dom would nail his prostate, but Dom guessed his intent and stopped moving all together. Logan cried out, but he got the message and didn’t move again once Dom finally resumed his previous pace. His anal walls rippled and ached with each pass, but it wasn’t enough.

  “Dom,” he moaned and when their eyes connected again, he saw Dom smile in satisfaction. Bastard was enjoying this too much. But before he could do anything, Dom suddenly slammed into him. One hard thrust that had him as deep as he could go. Then a long draw as he slowly slid out. Another slam that pushed Logan back as his insides tried to keep Dom there. Over and over Dom rammed into him, long and hard, deep and slow. So fucking slow. Sweat began to gather on Logan’s forehead, but he was afraid that if he moved even a little bit, Dom would stop again. He dug his fingers into the bedding as Dom slowly increased the frequency of his thrusting. The force of Dom ramming into him shook the bed and Logan’s body slipped further up the mattress with each powerful thrust.

  Dom snarled and lowered his arms so that he was gripping Logan’s thighs, the move lifting has ass off the bed. And Dom held him like that as he began lunging in and out of him, the brutal strokes burning and stinging as the thick cock flayed him alive from the inside out. The heat was overwhelming and sweat began to drip into his eyes. But Logan couldn’t move – he could only lay there as Dom commanded his body and the sensation built under his skin and fired along all his nerves. He grunted over and over as Dom surged into him and then he felt Dom’s hand grip his cock. He was so sensitive that it almost hurt as Dom stroked him. He watched Dom spit into his hand before returning it to Logan’s cock.

  Logan shook his head as everything started to go dark. It was too much and still not enough. And then it was. There was no warning as Dom sent him over the edge and light flooded behind his closed eyes. Sensation rocked through him as his body began jerking and thrashing. And then he was floating as liquid heat hit his belly and the orgasm spread its endless pleasure along his arms and legs, down to his fingers. Even his fucking toes curled before relaxing. His brain shut down and the sounds of his own moans and the slapping of skin on skin disappeared as he floated away into nothing.

  He wasn’t sure how long he lay there like that for, but soft, wet kisses along his face and jaw had him sighing and he wanted to just stay there like that forever. But his ass was still stuffed full and he could feel Dom’s hard abdomen pressed against his now flaccid dick. His whole body felt like jelly and he knew he should at least offer to jerk or suck Dom off so he could find his release, but he didn’t have the energy for that either.

  “You’re so beautiful when you come,” Dom said as he brushed his lips over Logan’s. Then that amazing tongue was inside his mouth, worshiping him like it always seemed to be doing.

  He winced when Dom shifted. His ass hurt like a mother.

  “Dom, I can’t,” he began, but Dom cut him off with another kiss. It went on for several minutes and Logan found himself following Dom’s tongue back into his mouth, reluctant to let him go just yet. His arms ended up around Dom’s shoulders and he explored the slick skin beneath his fingertips. Dom managed to pull his mouth free, but an instant later that seeking tongue was exploring Logan’s ear, then dipping inside. It was an erogenous zone he didn’t know he had and he felt a zap of energy go through him as Dom played with him. Then Dom’s hands were moving, those blunt fingertips pressing into his skin.

  As his body began to come back to him, he realized that at some point he’d wrapped his legs around Dom. He felt Dom’s hands travel down to his hips and then he was gripping Logan’s ass. He pressed up at the same time that his hips pushed down and Logan groaned at the feeling of Dom’s hard cock sinking further into him. It burned and ached, but amazingly, it didn’t hurt. Dom did the move again and again and then his lips were back on Logan’s as his tongue mimicked the move. Logan’s body started to thrum with anticipation every time Dom slid into him and soon the short strokes weren’t enough anymore. He pulled his legs back every time Dom pumped into him until he felt the other man’s balls press up against his ass when he was buried as deep as he could go. Dom moaned and tore his mouth free and buried it in Logan’s neck. They stayed there like that for a long time until Dom took a deep breath and then started moving again.

  ***

  Dom’s control was hanging on by a thread and when Logan lifted enough so that he could sink all the way inside of him, he had to release the other man’s mouth so he could bite his lip instead while he fought his urge to pound into Logan without mercy. He knew Logan’s ass had to hurt, but he needed him too much and couldn’t force himself to pull out. He pressed his mouth against Logan’s neck and once again felt that rapid pulse beneath his lips. It was a harsh reminder of the day he pressed his fingers to Logan’s neck and that pulse wasn’t there. He tightened his hold on Logan and then began moving his hips, his cock easily gliding in and out of Logan’s slick channel. He felt Logan’s fingers biting into his back as he increased the pace and he lifted his head and searched the younger man’s eyes.

  He didn’t see any pain, but he asked, “Am I hurting you?” anyway.

  Logan seemed overwhelmed by what was happening between them and only managed to shake his head. Dom couldn’t resist Logan’s slightly parted lips and leaned down to kiss him again. He would never get enough of this man’s mouth for as long as he lived.

  Dom’s whole body drew tight as his need for relief clawed at him and he began to lunge in and out of Logan desperately, his head dropping as he buried his face back against Logan’s neck once more. He was glad when he felt Logan’s cock stiffen beneath him because he wanted them to go over together this time and he hadn’t been sure if he would be able to hold out long enough for Logan’s body to recover from his first orgasm. It had taken everything in Dom not to come when Logan did, but it had been so worth it to be able to watch Logan come apart in his arms, to feel his body as it reacted to the sensation that flooded it. And when it appeared that Logan had actually blacked out from the pleasure, Dom had been arrogantly pleased.

  “I love you, Dom,” he heard Logan whisper in his ear and that was enough to end him. He shouted as his orgasm suddenly washed through him and his semen flooded Logan’
s inner walls. Logan jerked beneath him a second later and he felt teeth clamp down on his shoulder as Logan stifled his groan of pleasure. Dom kept thrusting into Logan as the aftershocks went through him and Logan’s body milked the last drop of his release from him. Logan went limp beneath him and didn’t complain when Dom dropped his weight onto him, his own body too sated to move. He barely managed to pull out of Logan before he was out cold.

  Chapter 13

  “Merry Christmas, Dom.”

  Dom smiled as the words were accompanied by a gentle stroke over his head. Logan really had a thing with touching him there and he had to admit it felt pretty fucking amazing. Especially when there was a hard chest beneath his head to use as a giant pillow. The petting continued and Dom shifted so he was facing Logan. He wasn’t sure how he’d ended up draped across Logan or how the man had managed to get them up by the headboard, but it was his new favorite sleeping position as far as he was concerned.

  “Merry Christmas, Logan.”

  Logan’s stomach picked that moment to growl and Dom chuckled as he started to sit up. “Let me make you something-”

  But Logan grabbed him before he could move too far and said, “Not yet.” He gently pushed Dom back into the position he’d been in and said, “Not yet,” again. Dom settled back down and Logan started stroking him again.

  “When did you last eat?” he said softly.

  Logan shrugged. “Don’t remember. Shane’s mom put together a big dinner, but I’m not sure if I ate anything before I ruined everyone’s night.”

  “What happened?” Dom asked softly, hating to see the pain return to Logan’s eyes.

  “I went off on them – all of them. Admitted I was having trouble trusting them. Told my sister how much it hurt that she hadn’t come to me with everything. Then I pretty much outed myself right there in front of Shane’s parents.”

  Dom grabbed Logan’s free hand in his.

  “I was surrounded by all the people that love me in this world, but all I wanted was you.” Logan played with Dom’s fingers, twining and untwining them with his own over and over as he spoke. “It felt like I was dying right there at that table as everyone laughed and ate around me. Part of me was missing and I was bleeding inside and I couldn’t stop it,” he said softly.

  Dom pulled their joined hands to his mouth and kissed the back of Logan’s. “I’m sorry,” he said, his heart aching for Logan. But he knew exactly what Logan was talking about.

  “You felt it too,” Logan said.

  Dom nodded.

  Logan leaned back against the headboard and resumed his play with their hands. “Shane’s dad was the one who told me I needed to tell you how I felt. He said that second chances aren’t guaranteed…I’ve been so lucky because I’ve gotten a lot of them – second chances.” Logan released his hand and brushed his fingers over Dom’s mouth. “I’m so glad you decided to give me another,” he said.

  “Always,” Dom said and lifted up to meet Logan’s seeking mouth. They kissed for a while until Logan’s stomach growled again.

  Dom pulled back and said, “Shower, breakfast, more fucking – in that order.”

  ***

  Logan watched Dom wince as he bent down to look for something in the fridge. They hadn’t done things quite in the order Dom had dictated. Yes, the shower had happened, but the fucking had started within minutes of them cleaning off the remnants of last night’s lovemaking from each other’s bodies. And since there wasn’t a bench in the shower, they’d ended up on their knees on the hard tile floor. Only it had been Dom bent over this time as Logan reamed in and out of him. He suspected they’d both have bruises on their legs to show for the adventure, but judging by the way Dom was walking, he’d have a few extra pains to deal with. Of course, after what had happened between them last night, Dom wasn’t the only one sporting a well-used ass.

  The omelet Dom dumped in front of him moments later had him drooling and he was more than halfway done before Dom sat across from him at the kitchen island and began working on his own food.

  “How’d you get here last night?” Dom asked between mouthfuls. “You couldn’t have made the last ferry.”

  Logan looked at him sheepishly before taking another bite of egg. “I kind of commandeered a plane,” he answered.

  Dom stilled, his full fork hovering in mid-air. “Am I going to need to come up with some bail money?”

  “Fuck you,” Logan said with a chuckle. “I chartered it. Even though the guy doesn’t actually run a charter company.”

  “Start at the beginning.”

  “When I found out you weren’t at your apartment, I knew I was screwed because there was no way I was going to be able to catch the last ferry out of Anacortes. I was pretty upset,” he admitted, dropping his eyes to the plate in front of him as he remembered the heartbreak he’d felt when he’d discovered Dom wasn’t in town.

  He felt Dom’s hand close over his briefly, a reminder that life was as it should be.

  “I suppose your Concierge must have felt sorry for me or something, because he told me where you were. I guess since I’d been there before, he figured I wasn’t some creepy stalker.”

  Dom chuckled at that, then began eating again.

  “I tried calling a couple of places to see if they had any boats that would bring me up here, but everyone was closed. The Concierge finally stepped in and gave me the number of a guy with a float plane. It took a little bit of haggling, but I got him to agree to my terms and he dropped me off at the public marina on the point and I walked here.”

  “You walked here in the middle of the night?” Dom asked angrily. “Do you know what could have happened to you?”

  Logan smiled as Dom’s protectiveness kicked in and he just listened in pleasure as Dom ranted and raved at him about needing to be more careful. It felt good to have this man worry about him.

  “…and thank God you had the sense not to hitchhike-wait, terms? What terms?”

  “What?” Logan said, when he realized Dom had stopped talking and was waiting for an answer from him.

  “You said you got the guy who flew you here to agree to your terms. What were the terms?”

  “Right, terms,” Logan hedged.

  “Logan,” Dom warned.

  “I wasn’t exactly carrying a lot of cash with me so I gave him what I had which was like fifty bucks. I told him to bill you for the rest,” he admitted.

  Dom didn’t seem to care about that part. Instead he said, “And he agreed to that?”

  “Not quite. I had to sign over my car as collateral.”

  “Your car’s a piece of shit,” Dom said.

  “Fuck you. It’s a classic,” Logan responded. “I had to give him my watch too.”

  Dom chuckled. “We’ll get your watch back,” he said with a smile.

  “The car too.”

  Dom laughed again. “The car too.”

  ***

  Dom handed the Valet his keys as Logan pulled their bags from his trunk. He took his bag from Logan and put it in his left hand and used his right to grab Logan’s hand. He stopped when Logan didn’t move and saw that his eyes were locked on their joined hands. It was then that Dom realized what he’d done and he dropped Logan’s hand like a hot potato. People milled all around them, but he hadn’t even considered that when he pulled Logan’s hand into his own. They’d spent the last two days wrapped so tight around each other that it had become second nature for him to always have some kind of contact with Logan. He’d forgotten that things wouldn’t necessarily be the same in the real world.

  “Logan, I’m sorry,” he said as he glanced around. “I don’t think anyone noticed.”

  Logan watched him for a long, pregnant moment and Dom panicked because he couldn’t figure out what was going through the other man’s head. But before he could dwell on it further, Logan was kissing him, his tongue sweeping inside of Dom’s mouth. All his fear disappeared as Logan made love to his mouth right there in front of his building as the occasio
nal person moved past them. He was sure they got some strange looks, but he really didn’t give a shit. And when Logan finally released him and took his hand back in his own, he realized he wasn’t quite done and he yanked Logan back to him for another quick brush of their mouths.

  They grabbed their bags and headed inside, but when Logan started for the elevator, Dom said, “Hold up a second.” Logan followed him up to the front desk where a single receptionist smiled at him and then handed him the small white envelope he was looking for. “Thank you,” he said as he released Logan’s hand to take the envelope before crossing the room to where the Concierge desk was.

  “Good evening, Mr. Barretti,” the well-dressed man behind the small counter said. “Mr. Bradshaw,” he said, nodding at Logan.

  “Good evening, Harrison. I understand you’re a bit of a football fan,” Dom said.

  The slim, silver-haired man colored slightly because between his well-dressed appearance and proper etiquette, he seemed more like someone who belonged in the balcony of a sedate opera rather than the crowded stands of a football stadium.

  “I am,” he said.

  Dom handed him the envelope. “Thank you,” he said solemnly as he took Logan’s hand back in his. The older man looked at their joined hands, then smiled and nodded.

  “You’re welcome, Mr. Barretti,” he said.

  Dom tugged Logan towards the elevator. He heard a shout behind him and smiled.

  “What did you give him?” Logan asked as he turned back to glance at the man who was now covering his mouth after his uncharacteristic outburst.

  “Season tickets to the Seattle Seahawks along with a couple of passes to meet the team and an invitation to sit in the owner’s box on Opening Day.” He heard Logan chuckle behind him.