Instantly, Tate’s hands were on his hips and ass, positioning him exactly the way he wanted, and then, without any more warning than his cheeks being parted, a warm tongue swiped across the top of his crack and flirted with the shadowed crevice in between.
Logan moaned and bent at the waist over his desk. As the tip of Tate’s tongue touched his hot flesh again, Logan shoved back toward the tease. Then sharp teeth bit his ass and Tate told him, “Lift.”
Logan lifted first one foot and then the other, and Tate freed him of his shoes and pants.
“Spread your legs,” Tate ordered next.
He did as instructed and a thumb stroked down the crease of his ass and pushed against his hole. Tate was clearly determined to smash his resolve to smithereens, and he was going about it the right fucking way. “Oh, hell yes…”
The last word hissed through his teeth as Tate replaced his thumb with his greedy mouth. He alternated, using his fingers and tongue to stretch and prep him, until finally…finally, Tate was moving back to his feet and crowding in behind him.
“Don’t you fucking move,” Tate said, and then the warmth of his body vanished.
Logan was going nowhere, but if Tate didn’t come back and get his cock inside him, he wasn’t too proud to beg. But before he could find the right words, he was back and Logan saw him place a bottle and a condom on the desk beside his piece of paper.
Where the hell did they come from? But before he could ask, warm fingers circled his wrist and pulled him to his feet, turning him around.
Logan kept his eyes glued to Tate’s, daring him without words to finish what he’d started, and the expression that flashed in Tate’s scorching eyes was, I fucking dare. Tate shifted his body to reach for the condom, but Logan was quicker. He grabbed his papers on the desk, then slapped them against Tate’s chest as he cupped the side of his neck. Then he pulled him forward to slam their mouths together in a bruising kiss, biting down on Tate’s lower lip.
“You don’t need a condom, you teasing motherfucker. I’m clean, and I want to feel you explode inside me.”
Tate looked down at the paper and hesitated for only a second before he moved into action. He muscled him back, and as Logan stumbled, Tate smirked.
Smug fuck.
Logan got on the desk, thankful he’d shoved all the shit off it since it was now his ass lying across it.
“Lie back,” Tate rasped, and without a word, Logan did as he’d been told.
Everything, from Tate’s expression to the stiff cock he was palming through his open pants, had Logan’s arousal skyrocketing. Add in the thrill of being taken in his office and he was fucking positive that, by the end of this, he might need Tate to haul his bare ass out of there.
Either that or they could leave the door locked until they could both walk again—in a year or so.
* * *
Tate stepped between Logan’s legs and looked down at the fingers he had circled around the base of his erection to hold his orgasm off. He then grabbed the bottle of lube he’d brought in his jacket and tipped it over Logan’s cock and balls, spreading it over his taut skin.
Fuck. The thought of taking Logan bareback had him so fucking ready that he was surprised he hadn’t attacked him the second the words had come out of that frustrated mouth. But no, he could and would wait. Even if it fucking kills me.
Logan’s eyes squeezed shut as he moaned, and Tate hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled him to the edge of the desk, pressing the head of his naked cock to Logan’s hot rim.
As their eyes met, Tate told him, “Just so we’re clear, this is me making you bend to my will,” and then he surged forward with one deep thrust.
His name echoed around the empty office as it ripped from Logan’s throat, and when his back arched off the desk, Tate grit his teeth together as the intensity of being inside Logan bare flooded his senses.
“Oh, God. Logan,” he gasped and leaned down to kiss his way up Logan’s neck.
The feeling was unbelievable. It was hot, intimate, and sexy as all fuck. He was trying to get a handle on his control, but Logan wasn’t about to let that happen as he wound his arms and legs around him, trying to get as close to him as he possibly could.
As he started to move his hips, he could feel Logan’s tight channel clenching around his cock every time he pulled out—and it felt fucking unreal. And the erotic, guttural sounds coming from Logan when he tunneled back inside let Tate know he was feeling it too.
The mind-numbing pleasure he got from taking Logan without restrictions drove Tate’s own orgasm closer to the point of explosion. His name was being chanted underneath him, and when he slowed down and took ahold of Logan’s legs to push them back to his chest, a ragged sound left him.