Page 134 of The Risk Taker

He doesn’t just kiss me back, hedevoursme. I moan into his mouth, when his tongue brushes against mine. He wraps an arm around my back, flips us over in one motion, and straddles my thighs, his cock brushing mine.

We both groan at the contact, the friction dizzying. Logan rolls his hips again, grinding our cocks together, and it’s almost too much. My fingers dig into his thighs without thinking.

He sits back on his heels, flushed and gorgeous, his chest rising fast.

“Been dreaming about this,” he mutters, stroking my cock. “Having you inside me.”

“Logan…”

His name comes out in a needy moan and he smiles. “Want to know what I used to picture? Your hands holding me down. Your mouth pressed to my ear, whispering how good I feel while you’re?—”

“Stop,” I choke out. “If you want this to last more than ten seconds, then you need to stop talking.”

He laughs, leaning in to kiss me again. “Just go slow,” he says against my lips. “I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.”

He grabs the lube, clicks open the cap and pours some down my length, stroking me slowly and before I can say anything, he shifts his knees and reaches behind him, wrapping his fist around my cock, lining me up while his other hand braces against my chest.

He holds my gaze as he sinks down, the head of my cock pushing past tight ring of muscles.

“Fuck,” Logan gasps, halfway down my cock. “Jesus. You’re…”

I grip his hips, trying to stay still, trying not to come just from the sight of him, from the feel of him tight around me.

He lowers himself all the way down, inch by inch, and when our hips finally meet, he lets out a low, guttural sound.

Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. This feels so good.

“You okay?” I manage, like an idiot, my vision blurry from the pleasure curling up my spine.

He nods, pinning his bottom lip between his teeth. “Yeah. It’s just—” He tips his head back, his mouth slack open. “Give me a second.”

He shifts, adjusting his knees, and every tiny movement sends fire up my spine. Oh, Jesus. I don’t know if I’m going to survive this.

He lifts his hips an inch, then eases back down, taking all of me inside him.

My head hits the pillow. “Logan…”

He places his hands on my chest, using me for leverage, his thighs flexing as he lifts off my cock again and then drops back down to the hilt. “Yeah,” he pants. “I know.”

He starts moving quicker, rolling his hips whenever he eases down and I groan, grabbing his ass, helping him lift.

“You feel so good,” I say, my voice shaking. “You feel fucking incredible.”

He leans forward again, kissing me like he owns me. His hand slides into my hair, holds me in place as he rides me with long strokes that make my cock twitch inside him.

“You love me?” he asks, his mouth brushing mine.

I look up at him, my heart beating fast when his eyes meet mine. He’s everything to me. Everything I didn’t know I wanted or needed. Everything I need to make me happy.

“So much,” I tell him, curling my hand over the back of his neck.

“Then fuck me like it,” he whispers, leaning down until his nose touches mine.

Our lips meet in a slow kiss that matches the way he rides me, gripping my cock inside him. I want to stay inside him forever. Want him inside me for hours. I want so deeply for every inch of me to be connected to him until we’re never apart again.

I thrust up into him hard, and he moans into my mouth, his fingers digging into my chest as his hole clenches around me.

“Fuck, Logan,” I moan.