Remembering what Logan had told him, he took in a breath, and then he slowly released it as he lowered his body down over the waiting hard cock. The first sensation was the immediate pressure of something so thick trying to penetrate him, but from this angle it was much easier to control how much he could take at a time. Gritting his teeth and placing his palms on Logan’s chest, Tate stared at the face that was pulled taut as he continued to slide down on him.
The second Logan pushed past that initial tight ring of muscle, Tate was hit with the sting and burn. Fuck. The pressure in his ass was unlike anything he’d ever felt. Just as his cock was beginning to soften, and he was about to remove himself, one of Logan’s hands wrapped around him and started to stroke his erection.
“Breathe, Tate. You feel and look so damn good. Jesus Christ. Breathe.”
Tate focused on Logan’s face, which even when twisted and distorted with his own pain and pleasure was still sexy as hell. He kept one hand on Tate’s hip and continued to stroke him with his other.
“Your ass feels unfuckingreal—so hot and so fucking tight.”
Logan’s words were both dirty and provocative, and as they made their way to him, Tate found that they distracted him from the burn inside him as he continued to lower himself, feeling Logan stretch him wider and wider as he sank in even deeper.
Logan snarled like a caged animal under him as his hand clasped Tate’s thigh. Tate squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get used to the feeling, trying to get used to being filled, but it was so foreign and felt so different that he didn’t think it would ever feel right.
“You’re so fucking big,” he heard himself say out loud.
Logan gave a strained laugh. “Words no man minds hearing ever.”
Tate didn’t have any smart-ass comebacks this time as he finally seated himself fully, and Logan’s flesh pulsated inside him. Tate remained as still as possible, trying to let his body become used to the invasion.
As Tate stared down at Logan, he gave him one of his slow sensual smiles, and Tate felt his cock become roused. He couldn’t help the swift thrust he gave, trying to push himself into… something, and just that quickly, Logan curled a fist around him.
The minute Tate had moved, the shaft inside him shifted, and the pleasure he got from it surprised him. It surprised him so much that he did it again, this time causing a curse to rip from Logan.
With his hands on Logan’s chest, Tate slowly raised himself up on his knees, allowing Logan’s erection to slide a little ways from his body. Then, he re-seated himself, and this time, that wide, rigid shaft hit the right spot, and Tate’s eyes rolled to the back of his fucking head. Breathing hard, he did it again, a little faster. He raised himself up and then came back down, his body sucking Logan inside.
“Oh fuck, Tate, fuck!” Logan shouted as he arched his head back against the pillow. His neck strained against his pleasure, exposing all its veins. “So good.”
Loving the sound of that, Tate began to rock his hips over the cock inside him. The burn had now been replaced with a satisfying ache, and Logan was right about how good it felt. As Logan half sat up, causing all of his stomach muscles to ripple, Tate’s erection lurched at the sight, and he bent down to take Logan’s mouth.
Forcing his tongue between his lips, Tate began to writhe on top of him as Logan lay back down, bringing Tate with him.
“Mmm, again,” Logan requested, but it sounded more like a demand.
Tate shifted forward to chase Logan’s mouth, and the erection inside him slipped free.
“How does it feel, having me inside you?” Logan asked by his ear.
Tate slid back and once again took Logan all the way inside him.
“There are no words,” Tate confided.
Then, he felt the hands on his ass clench as Logan shifted and bent his legs up, so his feet were on the mattress.
“Good, because I need to move inside you the way I’ve been dying to,” and that was all the warning Tate got.
* * *
Logan’s control was at an end. With his cock inside Tate as he rubbed a wet trail of cum all over Logan’s body, he was surprised he hadn’t already lost his cool.
As soon as Tate had sunk down on top of him, Logan had started to count backward from one hundred. The agonizing pleasure of seeing Tate’s body take him was too much.
When Tate had straddled him and his chest had been heaving with each anxious breath, Logan had worried at first that Tate had changed his mind. But after some gentle coaxing and a few quick thrusts to the right spot, that gorgeous man had begun to move, and Logan’s patience ended.
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.