Chasing Logan

by Tracy Lorraine

  “Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he says before kissing the side of my neck.

  “What are you doing, Logan?”

  “I want you too bad. I can’t lose you, I can do this. It’ll have to be slow but I can do it.”

  His words make my heart race. “Really?”

  He doesn’t answer me with words instead his lips descend on mine. I guess it’s his way of showing me that he means what he just said because anyone could walk past and see us.

  Logan steps back removing every inch of contact we did have. “What are you doing?” I ask again and look around presuming someone’s seen us.

  “We need to get back. I just wanted to give you a taste of what’s to come,” he says with a cheeky wink.

  I must blink because the next thing I know I’m stood there alone and Logan is walking down the corridor back towards our table.

  Fuck knows how he can go marching out there after that. I’m in more need of a few minutes to myself than I was before, although it’s not my head that needs sorting out now.

  I try really hard not to get my hopes up about what Logan just said. I mean, saying he’ll try and actually coming out to the world are two very different things.

  “Wahoo, after party here we come,” Pip calls out once the awards have all been given out. He’s like a little Duracell bunny with all the shots he’s had. As soon as Bella’s stood up she gets hauled to Pip’s side. “Come on, Bella baby, we got dancing to do. You gonna show me some moves,” he says while grinding his hips against her.

  “I’ll meet you guys there,” Logan says, not that any of them really care, they’re all too excited.

  I go to stand up to go with them but the hand that is resting on my thigh suddenly tightens. I guess I’m staying put then.

  “Cole, you coming?” Bella shouts as she’s being pulled away by Pip.

  “No, I’ll…uh… meet you there?” She’s already too far away to hear the fact my statement comes out more like a question.

  I turn to look at Logan once they are all out of sight but the look in his eyes stops me asking what’s going on. Instead chills run down my spine. I’ve seen that look before and I know exactly what it means. I can’t fucking wait!

  Trying to get out of the ceremony is torturous. It’s like everyone wants to stop and congratulate Logan on his award, which is great, he deserves it but I’m fucking dying. My cock is barely being restrained my boxers and trousers to the point that I’m seriously concerned that it will be spotted if anyone glances down. Well anyone other than Logan, I know for a fact he’s spotted it. I’m sure he’s torturing me by extending the conversation with all these people. Not fucking funny, Logan Chase.

  We managed to get about five steps closer to the exit when someone else comes over. Logan looks to me with a part apologetic part humorous smile on his face. I want to growl in frustration.

  The second we step in the limo Logan barks his orders at the driver and puts up the privacy screen. I allow him only a second once he’s sat down before I straddle his lap and force my tongue into his mouth, it’s not like he isn’t willing though.

  “Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he mutters between kisses across my jaw. “Never do that again, never disappear on me.”

  “Okay,” comes out on a sigh as I feel his tongue against the sensitive skin under my ear.

  Once he’s heard my answer he pulls back and I watch him as he looks over every inch of me. “Do you have any idea how hot you look in that tux?”

  I shake my head at him thinking that it can’t possibly be as good as he looks in his slim cut black suit. It fits his muscular frame perfectly; I can’t wait to peel it from his body later to reveal my prize.

  When his eyes come back to mine they are dark and full of promise. My stomach turns over with excitement and anticipation for what’s to come.

  My entire body flinches when I feel his hands skim my lower stomach as he grabs on to the waistband of my trousers before starting to undo them. He wastes no time in opening the fly and reaching inside of my boxers. A huge rush of air escapes me when I feel his hand squeeze me tightly. I move my hands from his shoulders to the back of the bench, allowing me to lift my arse up so he can free me properly. He see’s what I’m doing and his hands slide around to my arse and push the fabric down exposing me fully to him.

  One hand comes back to my cock and he watches for a few minutes as he works me up and down. Just the sight of him with his hand wrapped around me brings me close to orgasm, that combined with the sensation has me teetering on the edge very fast.

  Logan stops all of a sudden and pulls his hand away. I open my mouth to protest but he be beats me to it.

  “Sit on the bench,” he orders and I do exactly as I’m told.

  As soon as I move he’s lowering himself to the floor. Fuck yes, I think as I settle myself with my arse close to the edge. He reaches up and pulls my trousers and boxers down to my ankles to allow my legs to widen enough to fit him between. The second there’s space he’s there and his tongue starts lapping at the end of my cock.

  “Fuck,” I mumble as my head falls back against the side of the limo.

  “No, watch,” Logan demands, pulling back for a beat.

  I don’t even think about it, my head pulls forward and I look down as he opens his lips and takes me to the back of his mouth.

  Without me saying anything Logan seems to know exactly what I like and how to drive me crazy. He has just the right amount of pressure and suction, meaning that in no time at all I’m emptying myself into his mouth. He takes it all and once I’ve finished he licks me clean causing my cock to stir back to life again. It’s insatiable around him.

  He just sits back on his heels when I feel the limo come to a stop.

  “Perfect timing,” Logan comments when he looks out of the window.

  When I step out of the limo I’m expecting to be in front of yet another hotel but I’m pleasantly surprised, as it seems to be a gigantic house.

  I stand and appreciate the vastness of it. I must take too long for Logan though because he grabs my hand and pulls me towards the front door. I’m so lost to him that I don’t even think about the possibility that there might be paparazzi until I’m inside, I’m sure Logan wasn’t so careless though.

  The second the door closes I’m backed up against it. Logan presses the length of his body to mine allowing me to feel his hardness when he rubs his hips against mine. Unfortunately it also means I feel his phone vibrate against me. The fucking thing has been going off all night. Every time I’ve asked him about it though he changes the subject.

  He pulls his head back and looks at me. He has the same look as earlier but there’s something else there that I can’t put my finger on and I’m not sure if it excites or scares me.

  “Tell me your name,” he demands, his voice low and menacing.

  “C-”

  “No, you’re real name,” he interrupts harshly.

  “H…Henry. Henry Colman,” I answer hesitantly.

  His eyes run all over my face and a small smile appears on his lips as he nods slowly.

  “It suits you,” he says as he undoes my bowtie and throws it behind him followed by my jacket that he pulls from my body. “Now suck me, Henry.”

  My eyes snap to his as I wait for the usual feeling of dread that comes over me whenever someone calls me that name, but to my surprise it doesn’t come.

  When he raises his eyebrow at me I remember I’m meant to be doing something and drop down on my knees. I undo the top couple of buttons on my shirt before turning my attention to Logan’s trousers. I end up fumbling like an idiot in my haste to taste him again. I can’t say I’ve been a huge fan of giving head in the past. I’ve always done it because I expected it in return but since meeting Logan it’s turned into one of my favourite things to do. I love him being putty in my hands and being able to be the one with the power. He doesn’t give it up often so I need to make the most of any chance I get.

  Once I’ve pulled his
hard cock out I sit back and look at him. Fuck if I don’t want to commit this image to memory. A perfectly put together Logan Chase in his fancy suit with his cock hanging out. My idea of heaven.

  Logan gives me a what the fuck are you waiting for look so I set about trying to make him feel as good as he made me feel in the limo. I don’t fanny around teasing him, I’m not sure about him but I know I don’t have the patience after being away from him for a few days. So I lean forward and take him straight in my mouth. I’m not soft and gentle, I get straight to it. I’m pretty sure he’s okay with that because he soon starts chanting my name along with a good few swear words before he’s twitching violently and cuming down my throat.

  Once he’s finished he reaches down and pulls me up from the floor. He slams his mouth against mine and kisses me like he’s trying to devour me whole. He must be able to taste himself on me, it’s fucking hot.

  He’s still kissing me when I feel a tug across my chest. Before I know what’s happening I hear buttons scattering across the wooden floor and my shirt is being pulled from my shoulders.

  “Fuck, that was hot,” I mumble against his lips.

  “Yes it was,” Logan states as he pulls back from my lips. He immediately reaches out for my waistband before pushing my remaining clothing down my legs. I go to remove my shoes so I can pull the trousers off properly but I get shoved over towards the sofa. I waddle over with Logan pressed up against my back but he stops me by the arm. I’m about to look over my shoulder at him when I feel his hands connect with the base of my neck and push until I’m bending in half over the arm of the sofa.

  Once again I’m laid completely at his mercy with my arse sticking up for him. I expect to hear him lube up but instead I shout in shock when his palm connects with my exposed arse.

  “You’re mine, Henry Coleman. I’m gonna make sure you never forget it,” he states as he massages the spot he just hit relieving the sting a little.

  He removes his hand and it’s then I hear the condom going on and the sachet of lube being opened before the coldness hits me. Logan eases his fingers in me, obviously aware it’s been a few days and wanting to prepare me properly. I can’t do anything but lay there and enjoy what he’s doing to me. The only improvement would be if I could see him.

  After a couple of minutes he removes his fingers and I feel the head of his cock nudging against my opening. Unfortunately it means I once again feel his phone going off in his pocket.

  “Ready?” he asks.

  “Uh huh,” I agree as he begins to thrust forward, stretching me as he goes, reminding my body what it feels like to have him inside me. Reminding me how fucking awesome he feels.

  Logan does a couple of slow strokes before he starts upping the tempo. With every thrust I’m pushed closer and closer to another release.

  “Fuck, yes, squeeze my cock, squeeze it fucking tight. Yes, fuck.”

  Logan folds over me, threading his fingers into my hair and pulling me back until I’m standing with him. His hands snake across my chest and down my stomach until one is gripping my cock and the other massages my balls.

  “ARGH.” My shout echoes around the empty room as my head falls back against his shoulder.

  “Who does this body belong to, Henry?”

  I can’t answer, my body has turned to putty.

  “Who do you belong to?” Logan asks again only louder this time as his thrusts get erratic.

  “You, Logan, you,” I whisper in his ear. It’s what he needed to hear because he lets go of his orgasm and roars his release as his arms wrap tightly around me.

  Sixteen

  “It really does suit you, you know?” Logan says quietly.

  I’m laid with my head on his chest after round two of tonight’s fucking session. He dragged me up to his room after he’d finished with me downstairs and wasted no time in filling me again, only this time on an actual bed.

  “What does?” I ask sleepily.

  “Henry.”

  Since I told him my real name earlier he hasn’t called me anything else. It’s weird because hearing his voice saying it doesn’t fill me with the usual dread. Instead it gives me goose bumps. As soon as I heard that name shouted when I was a kid I knew I was in for a world of pain in one form or another.

  “Thanks,” I mumble as I continue to run my fingers around the indentations of his abs.

  “Why don’t you like it?”

  I just shake my head in response because I really have no desire to go there. Unfortunately Logan has other ideas. He shifts on to his side, forcing me to do the same. He looks into my eyes and rests his hand on my cheek. “Tell me,” he whispers, “please.”

  I’m not sure how I’m meant to say no to that so I take a deep breath as I think about where to start.

  “My parents aren’t like yours, Logan. I didn’t grow up in happy home with a loving mum and dad. That wasn’t how my life was.”

  He doesn’t say anything but the look in his eyes encourages me to continue.

  “My parents had been together since they were teenagers. I never really understood why because from what I could see they hated each other. To this day I have no idea what kept them together so long. They were still young when they found out about me, about twenty or so I think. I don’t think they were too thrilled about it and I’m sure if you were to ask my mum if she had her time again she probably wouldn’t have had me.”

  Logan opens his mouth, I’m sure to protest that couldn’t possibly be the case but I continue before he can say anything because he has no idea.

  “Obviously I can’t remember my early years but I can’t imagine they were all that different to the later ones. It was clear from early on that I was a burden. I put a stop to their easy lifestyle but as I got older and slightly independent they picked up where they left off with their partying and drinking. Most nights I’d be left alone to fend for myself, they never cooked dinner so I was left to rummage through what little was in the cupboards. They used to appear at God knows what time at night, crashing through the house, sometimes alone sometimes with others in tow, all fucked off their faces. No one cared that I was in the house. Quite often I’d end up with couples, or more, in my room, doing what I could only imagine to each other when I was that age.

  “I’d get myself up in the morning, climb over the passed out bodies that were often strewn around the house and get out as soon as I could. School was my sanctuary. Teachers who cared, hot food and heating in the winter. I’d spend as much time as I could there. I didn’t have any friends though.

  “This went on for years. Gradually my parents started to change, hate each other more. My dad started to get violent towards my mum. I’d lay in bed at night listening to him laying into her. I was too scared to show my face to try to help. Not that I really wanted to, yes she was my mother, she gave birth to me, but she wasn’t a mum. A mum to me is someone who loves and cares for you, not someone who puts their makeup, clothes and alcohol in front of their child. They both started spending more and more time out of the house, which in the long run was a good thing I guess.

  “I used to look at all the other kids at school and be so jealous. They had packed lunches their mum lovingly made them. It used to make me so mad when I’d see them throw it away for stupid reasons like her failing to cut the crusts off. They’d have ironed shirts, and pencil cases full of stationery. I made myself look acceptable, washed my clothes in the bath and that sort of thing because I didn’t want anyone asking questions, digging in to my home life. I knew one small suspicion would cause my teachers to enquire.

  “I fucking hated putting on a brave face, but I did it every day. Every day I pretended that everything was fine so no one would have to know what my life was really like. And no one ever did, well not until I met this blonde haired gobshite called Isabella!

  When the weather was nice I used to go and sit in the park behind our community centre after school. I used to watch kids play football and rugby on the field and I knew it shoul
d be something I was interested in joining in with. But I found myself drawn to what was happening inside the community centre. In there was a dance class. All the attendees twirled around in their little pink leotards and I was totally enthralled. I imagined myself joining in, although not in the pink outfit, and dancing with them. I’d go home, lock myself in my room and try to recall what they were doing. I loved it.

  “This went on for weeks until one night I sat on that bench lost in my own little world longer than usual. I shit myself when a voice asked if she could sit with me. When I turned to look it was the girl with the blonde hair I liked to watch. She was so angelic when she danced, she was mesmerising. Her eyes were the brightest blue I’d ever seen but they held a sadness I recognised from my own. I didn’t realise until quite a long time later that Bella’s life was even worse than mine. I never would have guessed, she was always so happy and bubbly. Every week I’d wait for her to finish her lesson. She’d come straight out to meet me and teach me everything she’d learnt. It was the best hour of my week.

  “We continued this every week for months. We didn’t really talk unless it was about what we were doing. I never even told her my name. Looking back now it’s clear we were enjoying the escape from reality.

  “I knew she’d worry when I wasn’t sat on that bench before her lesson but things had gone from bad to worse at home. I’d got home from school the day before to find my dad going apeshit at my mum. They’d never been a faithful couple but it turned out my mum had been seeing my dad’s best mate. Dad wasn’t thrilled by this and was in the middle of showing her just how unimpressed he was when I walked in. This time I got involved. I ran over and tried to pull my dad off her. It worked, she was able to escape but only because he turned his anger on me.

  “I’d never felt anything like it, the pain was indescribable. When he’d finished he dragged my broken body out to the ally way behind our house. The next thing I knew I was in hospital. I have no idea if it was him that rang the ambulance or not. I never bothered asking him about it. The doctors and nurses patched me up then called my dad to take me home. He arrived and played the part of the concerned father perfectly. I should have told them the truth, got myself out of hell, but I was more scared of what would happen to me than I was of another beating from my dad.