“What? Being a tease?”
Tate brought his head up and kissed him quickly before whispering against his mouth, “No. Being a cocktease.” He emphasized with a quick jab of his hips against Logan’s.
Bracing his palms on either side of Tate, Logan watched him slowly lower his head back to the pillow as he continued to knead his ass.
“But you have been called a tease?”
Tate gave him an arrogant look he’d never seen before.
“I prefer to call it foreplay.”
Logan shook his head and nudged his body against the groin cradling his not-so-patient erection. “I call it torture.”
“Ah, don’t lie,” Tate admonished with the same shit-eating expression. “You like me playing with your ass. Every time I do, you buck your hips against me like you wish you were inside me.”
Logan cursed loudly as Tate traced a curious finger across the top curve of his ass cheek, stopping at the base of his tailbone, hovering directly over the start of his crack.
“You’re playing with fire,” Logan warned the daring man under him.
“Am I?”
“Yes. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you like to tease and talk dirty.”
Tate’s sneaky finger drew flirty tiny circles over his tailbone. He was totally caught in the moment, aroused, and ready to try anything.
“Tate?” Logan asked in a voice that sounded as though he’d swallowed gravel.
“Yeah?” Tate’s curious gaze focused on him.
“Give me your left hand.”
Logan wasn’t sure that he would, but apparently, the time for hesitation was over. Tate wanted this as much as he did. He raised his left hand, and Logan took it, bringing it to his lips where he sucked the two middle fingers into his mouth.
As he stared down at the man beneath him, with the messy curls and the fiery eyes, Logan swirled his tongue along the long digits until they were wet, and Tate’s body was now writhing under his own.
When he released them, Tate’s arm fell down to his side.
Logan lowered himself over him and whispered, “Now, stop being a fucking tease, and slide your fingers in my ass where I really want them.”
Logan immediately felt the chest beneath him rise and fall rapidly against his own.
Tate turned his head on the pillow. “I don’t know…what if I hurt you?”
Logan licked the corner of Tate’s mouth. “You won’t, but if you do, I just might like it.”
* * *
Tate wasn’t so sure about this. In the back of his mind, he’d known this would eventually come around, but he also had no clue what he was doing. He’d played with Diana a couple of times, but she’d never really liked it.
Moving his hand to the curve of Logan’s ass, he took a moment to knead the firm flesh. The thrill he got from the satisfied sound escaping Logan’s throat prompted him to act and push past any doubts he was having.
With both hands, Tate started to really put his whole effort into giving Logan what he wanted. Legs bent and raised, Tate curved up against the man above him, making sure they were fused at every conceivable point. As Tate did that, his mouth was busy being destroyed by a ravenous Logan, who was driving his groin across Tate’s with a momentum that was quickly making him lose focus.
Slipping his wet fingers to the warm crease of Logan’s ass, he separated one firm cheek from the other and heard a moan leave the chest that was now resting against his.
“Jesus, I knew getting you here would make me crazy. But you haven’t even really touched me, and I’m hornier than I’ve ever been.”
Tate took that moment to start teasing the soft, narrow channel between Logan’s cheeks.
“I’m touching you now.” He slowly pushed the tip of his fingers against the taut skin.
“You’re fucking with me,” Logan accused, his body tensing.
“No, I’m not. Well, maybe a little, but I’m learning.” Tate moved his hand farther down until he was rubbing the pad of his fingers against the tightly puckered hole.
Logan began pushing his hips back toward them.
“So, am I doing this right?”
“Yes,” Logan grunted.
Tate eased the tip of his finger past the sensitive ring of nerves, breaching it to his first knuckle.
“Ah, Tate. Fuck,” Logan cursed.
Tate clenched his right hand against the ass cheek he was holding, and was about to ask if he was okay.
Until Logan grounded out, “More.”
* * *
As the word left Logan’s mouth, Tate’s finger slid deeper inside him and—ah, holy…yes—the guy did it slowly. He could feel the sticky trail their pre-cum had left as Logan slid himself up and down Tate’s abdomen.