Trust (Temptation #3)(77)

He pushed his hips up as Logan snaked a hand down between them, and when a tight fist pumped his dick, he let out a frustrated curse. “Fuck. I want… I…”

“Yes?” Logan urged, his voice barely a whisper and his hot breath shifting the hair by his ear. “What do you want, Tate? Tell me.”

“More,” he rasped even though he knew he couldn’t have it—then an idea took root. One way or another, he was going to have Logan inside him. “I want to taste you.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed on him as if he were trying to get inside his mind, and then he gave him a look that was so fucking sinful that Tate knew he understood.

Silently, Logan backed away and tugged his jeans off of him. It wasn’t until he threw the denim to the side of the bed and crawled back up to straddle him so his cock was inches from his face that Tate knew they were on the exact same page.





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As Tate’s eyes ran a hot trail down his body, Logan wrapped a fist around himself and positioned his body so he was nudging against Tate’s chin and lips. Yes, there’s my dirty Tate. I know what you want.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

Tate moved his hand down to touch himself, and Logan felt his blood pounding out a hard rhythm between his legs.

Oh yeah, I’m onto you.

“Tate,” he said again, drawing his attention and his eyes back to him. “Open your mouth.”

As he inched closer so his knees were flanking Tate’s sides, Tate parted his lips and flicked his tongue out across the pre-come coating the swollen head of Logan’s cock.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Logan thought, placing a hand on the headboard to brace himself. Then Tate looked up at him, and his expression of longing made Logan think one thing only—I can’t wait to sink my cock between his lips.

He guided himself to that waiting mouth, and as the tip of his erection ghosted over it, Tate tasted him again. His eyes lowered, and then he shocked the hell out of Logan by leaning forward to swallow him inside.

Logan ground his teeth together and flexed his fingers against the sturdy bed frame as he felt one of Tate’s palms stroke up the back of his thigh to cup his ass.

“Oh yeah, Tate. That’s it. Suck me.”

He felt the suction around him increase as Tate’s cheeks hollowed out and he moved his lips back and forth. Logan let go of his shaft and ran his fingers through Tate’s hair so he could hold the back of his head as he slid his lips along his hardened flesh.

The hand on his ass pulled him closer, and as he used Tate’s hot, wet mouth the way he’d asked him to, Logan felt his fingers dig into his ass cheek and then trace their way down to gently squeeze his balls.

Logan’s curse ricocheted around the room, and his head fell back while Tate continued to work him over. His breathing was coming fast, and he was reminded that the man currently obliterating his control was the only person who’d ever made him feel that way.

Tate had the power to make him tremble from passion and from pain—and he trusted him with his very soul.

Looking down, he saw brown eyes full of desire staring back at him. He stroked his fingers over Tate’s jaw, and when that expression morphed to one of love and gratitude, he felt his balls tingle and his body begin to shake.

His mind shut down to anything other than the explosive orgasm that then hit him while he was buried deep inside the delicious mouth surrounding him, and when Tate swallowed every drop and pulled his mouth free, Logan put both hands on the headboard to hold himself up.

Fuck, he thought. He is so it for me.

Tate had demolished any kind of thought he had, but when Logan peered down at the gorgeous face aimed up at him, he was determined to give as good as he’d just received.

He shifted down until he was lying beside Tate, and when he saw a particularly self-satisfied smile cross his lips, he asked, “Pleased with yourself?”

“Yeah, I think I am.”

Logan ran a finger along the prominent erection still being massaged by Tate’s hand. “Want to tell me why?”

Tate slid down the bed, and a shaky breath left him as Logan covered his hand and started to stroke him. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen you that way. Wanted to make sure I didn’t imagine it all.”

That got Logan curious. Especially with the gleam in Tate’s eye.

“Wanted to make sure you didn’t imagine what, exactly?”

“The way I feel when we’re together like this. And the way you go insane from my hands and mouth on you.”

“Oh, do I?”

“Yeah,” Tate groaned and closed his eyes. “I wanted you to get all hot and dirty just like you used to, and it worked. You were practically all the way down my throat. I drive you fucking crazy.”