“You know what’s about to happen here, right?” he rasped, running his slick fingers down Tate’s crack to probe his tight opening. He could see Tate’s chest rise and fall as he continued to jerk himself off, and Logan pushed the tip of his finger inside him.
“Yeah…” Tate managed, though the answer was so low that Logan was thankful for the mirror so he could read his lips.
“I’m going to slide inside you. Right here. And you’re going to watch.”
Tate’s eyes were full of lustful challenge as he leaned toward the mirror, propped his arm up for support, and then bucked his hips back onto Logan’s hand. When his finger grazed over Tate’s prostate, Logan saw him grit his teeth and took the opportunity to enter him with two.
“Fuck…” Tate growled, and his head fell forward as Logan pushed his fingers all the way in so his palm was flat against the crease of his ass.
“Yeah, Tate. God, you’re tight.”
Tate lifted his eyes to meet his then, and the dark desire in them had all of Logan’s words skidding to a stop.
“I want it,” Tate said, his voice husky.
“You want—”
“This,” he demanded, using the hand he’d been stroking himself with to reach between his legs and touch the wet slit of Logan’s cock.
Logan’s breathing faltered as he removed his fingers, grabbed the lube, and took a hold of Tate’s ass. He poured some cool liquid between Tate’s spread cheeks then glanced down to look at what he wanted. Once he’d lined the tip of his erection up with the hole beckoning him, he raised his eyes to see Tate tasting the pre-come coating his fingertips.
Dirty fucker. Could he have found anyone more perfect for him? The answer was simple—hell fucking no. With that thought ringing through his ears, Logan dug his fingers into Tate’s flesh and slowly pushed inside.
“Christ…Logan…” Tate moaned as inch by delicious fucking inch he slid in farther.
Logan lowered his head and sank his teeth into Tate’s shoulder, muffling his own raw groan. He felt a streak so fucking possessive rip through him and wondered where it’d come from. He knew he loved Tate, that he wanted to be with and take care of him. But as he stood there with him like this—so open, so trusting in their connection—Logan had an intense need to make it known that he was his—and vice versa.
He could see a bead of sweat trickle down his own temple as he stared at their reflections. Then he smoothed a hand around to the one Tate had working his cock and instructed, “Brace yourself.”
* * *
Tate didn’t think it was possible to dig his fingers any harder into the surface under them, but when Logan grabbed his hips and withdrew out of his ass only to slam back home—his fingers almost broke trying to keep himself upright. The unholy curse that ripped from Logan had Tate finding his eyes in the mirror, and the sight he saw just about made his knees buckle.
Logan’s hair was plastered to his forehead, and the sweat running down his cheek made Tate want to taste it with his tongue. He soon shoved that thought aside though, as Logan’s fingers flexed into the sides of his hips and he started to roll them.
The pace was intense as Logan drilled into him, and every time he bottomed out, Tate would hear a sound full of sublime ecstasy tear from him that made his cock pound. The man behind him—and what a man he is—owned him in that moment. He was not leaving any doubt about that.
Logan’s eyes were locked on his, and his powerful jaw was clenched as the hand at the back of Tate’s neck squeezed and pulled him up straight, aligning their bodies—head to toe.
As he rested back against him, Logan stilled his cock inside him, biting the curve of his neck and shoulder. Tate’s hips arched, and he felt Logan jut his hips forward to get deeper.
“I don’t think you know,” Logan whispered in his ear, “just how hard I want to take you…”
“Do it,” he urged, wanting Logan to lose control with him—wanting to see that.
“God, I want to.”
“Yes,” Tate hissed, his ass pulsating in a hot throb around the wide intrusion. “I want you to.”
In a voice he barely recognized, he heard Logan say, “The bed, Tate. Go and lie across it.”
Tate could feel his breathing coming hard as Logan pulled out of him and stepped aside to let him pass.
That was when he heard him say, “I can’t wait to come inside you and watch you take it all.”
Tate was so fucking aroused. Between Logan kissing him, biting him, and promising the hottest fuck of his life, he wasn’t sure he could remember his own damn name.