Tate nodded, and he expected Logan to remove his hand and push into him. What he hadn’t expected was for Logan to shift out from between his legs. As he lay down on his back beside him, Tate turned his head and looked at him with a frown.

“I don’t understand.”

With one hand, Logan palmed his cock. “The best way for you is going to be like this.”

Tate’s ass pulsed and burned slightly from the fingers that had been moving inside him, and as he looked at how Logan was casually lying on his back, he asked, confused, “What do you—”

“Straddle me, Tate.”

“What?” Tate questioned, feeling his brow rise.

“Knee on either side of me. You know what straddle means, right?”

“Fuck you,” he heard himself mumble as he moved closer to Logan.

“You can, if you prefer.”

Tate glowered at him, not really annoyed at Logan but irritated by his own sudden apprehension. He’d been ready to lie down under Logan or be on hands and knees. But this, this was not what he’d expected. They had never done this before.

“This way, you’ll be in control. You can go as slow or as fast as you like, trust me.”

Well, that makes sense, Tate thought. But as he came to a stop beside Logan and looked down at the hand fisting the covered, large cock, Tate couldn’t believe that this was the first time he’d wondered, how that was going to—

“It’ll work,” Logan assured, seeming to read his mind. “Trust me. Stop thinking. Come down here, and kiss me.”

Tate moved down and kissed his mouth, and Logan’s hands grabbed his arms and pulled him close. As he fell down with a soft huff, Logan’s hands slipped around to his back and slid down his spine to his ass.

Tate moaned as Logan’s tongue pushed between his lips, and when strong fingers gripped the backs of his thighs and urged them apart, Tate spread his legs to either side of Logan. As Tate bit at the full lip he loved and placed his hands by Logan’s head, he kissed him passionately and began to grind his shaft against the one under him. He could feel Logan’s hands slide up the sides of his thighs to his waist and across his ass as he continued kissing and rocking against him from underneath. As a rumble left Logan and moved through him, Tate knew what he wanted. He wanted to give this man everything.

Lifting his head, Tate looked down into the dark blue eyes peering back at him and placed his palms on Logan’s chest as he slowly sat up, straddling Logan’s stomach.

His cock sprung up in front of him, and Logan’s hands came around to rest on his thighs as Tate reached down and began stroking it and sighing from the sheer pleasure.

“Oh Jesus, Tate. You look amazing,” Logan told him as his eyes wandered over his body.

As Tate kneeled over the man, he felt fucking amazing. He noticed Logan look over to the side of the bed and reach out to grab the bottle he’d left there. Opening it quickly, Logan lifted it to Tate and poured some into his palm before he recapped it and threw it to the side. He then began to massage his hands over Tate’s thighs.

“Okay, whenever you’re ready, just reach back, oil me up, and take your time.” Logan paused as he placed his hands behind his head, trying to convey a sense of calm. “There’s no rush, and if you want to stop, you stop.”

Tate appreciated that as his nerves made his heart pound erratically in his chest.

Reaching behind himself, he found Logan’s erection. Curling his fingers around it, he ran his slippery palm over the sheathed rod and felt his whole body shift as Logan pushed up from underneath him.

Tate looked down at the powerful man under him and released him as he then began preparing his own body. As he started to run his wet fingers over his hole, he licked his lips nervously and grabbed his eager erection dripping with its excitement—excitement from the unknown.

Logan’s eyes looked heavy, but the relaxed pose didn’t fool Tate for one second. The arms Logan had placed behind his head looked tense, and the muscles were bulging as Tate slowly rose up on his knees.

“Logan?” Tate whispered hesitantly.

“Yeah?”

Tate focused on the serious face staring back at him. “Can you help me?”

A soft expression loosened Logan’s tense features, as he lowered his hands and smoothed them up Tate’s thighs. “Of course.”

Tate gripped Logan’s cock and pushed it toward his body until he felt the tip nudging between his cheeks. That was when Logan’s palms smoothed around his hips, and his fingers gently spread him apart.

At first, Tate began to tease himself, moving back and forward over it, feeling the way the wide round head parted his ass as it massaged his hole. He heard a hiss of air and looked down at Logan, who had squeezed his eyes shut as though the pleasure was too much to bear, and that made Tate brave.

Remembering what Logan had told him, he took in a breath, and then he slowly released it as he lowered his body down over the waiting hard cock. The first sensation was the immediate pressure of something so thick trying to penetrate him, but from this angle it was much easier to control how much he could take at a time. Gritting his teeth and placing his palms on Logan’s chest, Tate stared at the face that was pulled taut as he continued to slide down on him.

The second Logan pushed past that initial tight ring of muscle, Tate was hit with the sting and burn. Fuck. The pressure in his ass was unlike anything he’d ever felt. Just as his cock was beginning to soften, and he was about to remove himself, one of Logan’s hands wrapped around him and started to stroke his erection.

“Breathe, Tate. You feel and look so damn good. Jesus Christ. Breathe.”

Tate focused on Logan’s face, which even when twisted and distorted with his own pain and pleasure was still sexy as hell. He kept one hand on Tate’s hip and continued to stroke him with his other.

“Your ass feels unfuckingreal—so hot and so fucking tight.”

Logan’s words were both dirty and provocative, and as they made their way to him, Tate found that they distracted him from the burn inside him as he continued to lower himself, feeling Logan stretch him wider and wider as he sank in even deeper.

Logan snarled like a caged animal under him as his hand clasped Tate’s thigh. Tate squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get used to the feeling, trying to get used to being filled, but it was so foreign and felt so different that he didn’t think it would ever feel right.

“You’re so fucking big,” he heard himself say out loud.

Logan gave a strained laugh. “Words no man minds hearing ever.”

Tate didn’t have any smart-ass comebacks this time as he finally seated himself fully, and Logan’s flesh pulsated inside him. Tate remained as still as possible, trying to let his body become used to the invasion.

As Tate stared down at Logan, he gave him one of his slow sensual smiles, and Tate felt his cock become roused. He couldn’t help the swift thrust he gave, trying to push himself into… something, and just that quickly, Logan curled a fist around him.

The minute Tate had moved, the shaft inside him shifted, and the pleasure he got from it surprised him. It surprised him so much that he did it again, this time causing a curse to rip from Logan.

With his hands on Logan’s chest, Tate slowly raised himself up on his knees, allowing Logan’s erection to slide a little ways from his body. Then, he re-seated himself, and this time, that wide, rigid shaft hit the right spot, and Tate’s eyes rolled to the back of his fucking head. Breathing hard, he did it again, a little faster. He raised himself up and then came back down, his body sucking Logan inside.

“Oh fuck, Tate, fuck!” Logan shouted as he arched his head back against the pillow. His neck strained against his pleasure, exposing all its veins. “So good.”

Loving the sound of that, Tate began to rock his hips over the cock inside him. The burn had now been replaced with a satisfying ache, and Logan was right about how good it felt. As Logan half sat up, causing all of his stomach muscles to ripple, Tate’s erection lurched at the sight, and he bent down to take Logan’s mouth.

Forcing his tongue between his lips, Tate began to writhe on top of him as Logan lay back down, bringing Tate with him.

“Mmm, again,” Logan requested, but it sounded more like a demand.

Tate shifted forward to chase Logan’s mouth, and the erection inside him slipped free.

“How does it feel, having me inside you?” Logan asked by his ear.

Tate slid back and once again took Logan all the way inside him.

“There are no words,” Tate confided.

Then, he felt the hands on his ass clench as Logan shifted and bent his legs up, so his feet were on the mattress.

“Good, because I need to move inside you the way I’ve been dying to,” and that was all the warning Tate got.

* * *

Logan’s control was at an end. With his cock inside Tate as he rubbed a wet trail of cum all over Logan’s body, he was surprised he hadn’t already lost his cool.

As soon as Tate had sunk down on top of him, Logan had started to count backward from one hundred. The agonizing pleasure of seeing Tate’s body take him was too much.

When Tate had straddled him and his chest had been heaving with each anxious breath, Logan had worried at first that Tate had changed his mind. But after some gentle coaxing and a few quick thrusts to the right spot, that gorgeous man had begun to move, and Logan’s patience ended.