As Tate lay down over him, Logan could feel his body clenching around him. Palming his ass cheeks, Logan spread him open as he raised his feet to plant them on the mattress. When Tate placed his hands on either side of his head, Logan leaned up and bit his bottom lip as he pushed off the bed and drove up into him. He wasn’t exactly sure what Tate was feeling at that moment, but when their eyes met and Tate dropped his head, whispering, “Again,” Logan just about lost it.

Propelling his hips upward, Logan pulled Tate down, penetrating him deep and hard. Tate’s neck arched back, and then he surprised the shit out of Logan by sitting up and taking him as far inside his body as possible.

With a loud curse, Tate leaned back and placed a palm on the mattress between Logan’s legs, stretching his entire body out for him to look at. With frenzied eyes, Logan tried to take in everything, and there was no way he could not grab on to that stiff cock.

Reaching out to stroke Tate’s erection, the visual Logan had was something from his dirtiest fuck fantasies, and he couldn’t help but pound his hips up into Tate, hard. The sounds and words coming from Tate’s mouth were low, gravely, and filthier than a fucking sailor as he continued to roll his hips. Apparently, he’d found the exact right angle to continue hitting the spot he needed to drive himself crazy.

“Oh yeah. Right there, Logan. Fuck. Oh fuck!” and that was all it took.

Like a goddamn fountain, Tate’s cock erupted, and white ropey jets of his cum spurt out over Logan’s hand and stomach. As he gritted his teeth, holding off on his own climax, Tate rode out his, and what a fucking sight it was. Logan had known that once he had Tate, he’d never want to stop, and he’d been dead-on with that prediction.

Knowing Tate’s shaft would be sensitive, Logan reluctantly let go of him and lay there, his own breathing coming hard as he waited for Tate’s next move.

* * *

Tate shifted and heard Logan let out a quiet grunt, and he was surprised to feel that he was still hard. Tate’s orgasm had been fucking spectacular, and he was shocked to discover that being taken by Logan was just as addictive as taking Logan.

Staring down at the aroused and agitated man beneath him, Tate asked, unsure, “Now what?”

Logan bit his top lip as though in pain. “Slide off—slowly.”

Tate did as instructed, and the minute Logan slipped free from his body, he was almost overwhelmed by the sense of loss he felt. He didn’t have long to think it over though because Logan moved quicker than Tate thought possible. He sprung up off the bed and rolled them over until Tate was lying facedown on the mattress, and Logan was situated against him from head to toe.

Tate moaned as Logan bit his shoulder and held him down.

“Goddamn it, Tate, damn you.”

Tate shoved back, and when he felt Logan’s bare cock against his ass cheeks, he knew he’d removed the condom.

“Your ass, clinging to me as I slid out and then pushed back in,” he replayed seductively as Tate felt a hand push his hair aside and lips began sucking the skin of his neck. “Nothing has ever felt that good. And no one has looked as fucking mouthwatering as you riding me like you were made for it.”

Tate bit down on the pillow as Logan’s hips continued to move over his ass, and he promised, “Next time, I’m going to have you just like this. Facedown, ass up. But for now, I’m going to give your poor little hole a break. Just lay there, and let me look at what’s finally mine and no one else’s.”

Tate felt Logan’s body weight move back off him, and he remained where he was told with his legs spread out behind him as he heard the bottle open up once again. Closing his eyes, Tate imagined what he would see if he turned around—Logan kneeling between his legs, the wet slide he could hear of his fist moving frantically. When a large hand came down and began to smooth over his ass, Tate couldn’t help but move into it.

Logan cursed behind him, and Tate could feel a fingertip probing his well-used body. It actually felt good, so he widened his legs, and as soon it slipped inside him, he heard a harsh shout followed by his name, and then he felt hot, sticky liquid hit his spine and lower back as Logan came all over him.

Tate closed his eyes as Logan’s tongue licked over the skin of his back, and his hands smoothed up over him before he lay down, joining their bodies chest to back.

“Hmm,” Logan hummed in his ear. “You don’t taste like a cherry anymore.”

Tate turned his head on the pillow. “A cherry? I don’t—”

“Yep,” Logan interrupted, kissing his cheek. “I popped it, sucked on the seed, then licked it all up, and made it mine. ”

Tate heard Logan’s chuckle in his ear, and he had a feeling he was doing it to get a rise out of him. “So, what does that make you, my little cum-licker?”

Logan’s mouth froze where it was, and as a loud booming laugh left him and filled the sex-filled space, he rolled off of Tate. “Oh my God. That was good. I have to give you that one.”

Tate stayed where he was but smiled as he closed his eyes. “Good. Now, leave me alone. Since you’ve had me, you finally owe me some sleep.”

“Aw, have I been keeping you up at night?”

Tate cracked one eye open. “Logan?” He was about to tell him to shut up, but that was when the sound of his cell phone peeled through the room.

Tate knew that ringtone immediately. That was his mother—or his father, which would be worse. He didn’t move as he lay there, intent on the man lying beside him.

“You need to get that?” Logan asked, his expression now serious instead of the relaxed humor from seconds before.

They both knew that whoever was on the other end of that phone was going to change things.

So, instead of reaching for it, Tate scooted closer to his lover, laid his head on the same pillow, and told him, “I’ll call them back.”

“And then?” Logan asked, his body relaxed, but his eyes betraying his easy calm.

“And then…everything is going to change.”

Logan swallowed visibly and asked the question that Tate knew must have just about killed him, “Are you really ready for what’s about to happen here, with your parents?”

Tate raised his palm to stroke Logan’s jaw. As he leaned in and pressed their mouths together, he decided that now was the time. This was the moment where he asked again and hoped for a different outcome. It would either be the bravest thing he’d ever done or the most stupid. He looked directly into Logan’s eyes, and told him, “I always was. What about you—are you ready now to try?”

And patiently, Tate waited for the answer.