Tate moaned and dived back in, this time pressing his entire body up against his own and grinding their hips together as the tongue-fuck continued to drive Logan wild. Grabbing a handful of Tate’s ass in each palm, he pulled him as close as he could possibly get with their clothes on, and when Tate lifted his lips so he could kiss and suck his way down his throat, Logan’s eyes fell shut and he continued to thrust his cock against the steely length pressing against him.
“Tate…” he said on a shaky breath as that determined mouth continued to destroy any coherent thought he had.
Tate’s warm lips found the spot beneath his ear, and he sucked the skin there until a sting of pain had a curse falling from Logan’s lips.
He knew exactly what Tate had just done, and when he lifted his head and stared him directly in the eye, Logan thought his knees might buckle from the possessive look on his face.
“I feel the need to make a point,” Tate said as his hands moved to Logan’s belt buckle and his fingers busily went to work undoing it. He then palmed Logan’s aching cock and mouthed, “Mine.”
* * *
Tate watched Logan’s chest rise and fall as he tried to catch his breath, but that wouldn’t do. He didn’t want Logan calm. He fisted the engorged shaft under his palm and felt Logan’s hips snap forward.
“I want you on my tongue.”
“Fuck, Tate, what are you doing?” Logan asked as he looked from left to right in the quiet parking garage.
“If you don’t know, then I’m doing it wrong.”
He didn’t give Logan a chance to answer as he quickly unbuttoned his pants and lowered to his knees on the concrete. He ran his palms up Logan’s thighs, over the expensive material of his pants, and when he reached the zipper and drew it down, one of Logan’s hands whipped out to grasp the back of his head.
Tate raised his eyes to the man above whose long, black, woolen coat was hanging from the broad shoulders he had pressed back against the concrete pillar. His tie was falling to the side of his body in a haphazard way that made Tate’s temperature spike, and when Logan used his other hand to reach into his open pants and pull his thick erection free, Tate thought he might come in his jeans.
You’re all mine, he thought as he dragged his tongue over the underside of Logan’s cock. As a guttural curse left him, Tate didn’t play around. He circled the base and then sucked the tip of him between his lips.
“You’re so fucking dirty,” Logan rasped and fucked his hips forward.
Tate swallowed him into his mouth and raised his eyes to see him staring down at him.
“On your knees. On the ground. Jesus, you look so fucking depraved right now.”
He felt depraved kneeling there at Logan’s feet. But he also felt full of adrenaline. This amazing man he had his mouth around, the same one using him in a deliciously carnal way, was his. Mine, damn it.
As that thought flashed through his mind, he closed his eyes and tongued the slit of Logan’s cock, and when the sound of a car roared to life, Logan’s fingers twisted in his hair—the chance of discovery ramping up the sexual high. This was not going to take long at all.
“Tate...fuck, fuck,” Logan panted as he really started to go at him, shoving his cock in and out of his mouth over and over, making his jaw ache in the most satisfying way. “Yeah, that’s it… So good. You’re so fucking good,” he praised, and as he drove his hips forward, causing Tate to cough, Logan growled.
Tate greedily took him back between his lips and tasted the salty explosion of Logan’s desire as his name echoed off the concrete walls surrounding them, and Logan came all over his tongue and down his throat.
* * *
When Logan managed to find the strength to open his eyes, he saw Tate getting to his feet with a wicked-as-fuck smile on his gorgeous face. Then he reached down to put himself back inside his pants.
“Still mad?” Tate had the audacity to ask.
He zipped his pants and pushed off the pillar behind him. “I was mad?”
Tate reached for his hand. “You were.”
As they started to walk through the parking garage to his car, he said, “Funny, I don’t remember that.”
“No?”
He unlocked the car and opened Tate’s door, shaking his head. Tate stepped forward, about to get inside when Logan said his name.
“Yeah?”
He took the back of his neck and pulled him forward to attack that dirty fucking mouth. After he tasted himself on Tate’s tongue, Logan lifted his lips away and whispered, “You’re mine too. Now, get in the car so I can take you home and make my point.”