Page 92 of The Risk Taker

He groans like he’s been starving for this, like he’s been dreaming of eating my ass for days, and all I can do is hang on while the pleasure rips me apart.

I’m lost. So far gone I couldn’t find my way back if I tried, pleasure burning through me until I’m nearly sobbing and it feels so fucking good I don’t remember how to breathe. My cock is leaking helplessly against my stomach and Logan groans again, like the taste of me is driving him crazy.

I can’t breathe, can’t think, every lick sending shockwaves through me, my body desperate and my mind completely wiped out. It’s so much and not enough, and just when I think I can’t take any more, he pulls back and fills me with his fingers, the stretch so fucking delicious I welcome it.

The emptiness where his tongue was makes me whimper, but then he leans down and wraps his mouth around my cock again, sucking me down in one hungry slide.

His fingers move faster, crooking up just right, fucking me open while his mouth works my cock. I’m gasping, whining, rolling my hips helplessly between the stretch and the slick heat of his mouth.

He pulls his fingers out and pulls off my cock with a filthy slurp, letting his spit drip down over the head, stroking me with his fist. He looks down at me, his mouth slick and swollen and his eyes burning with arousal.

“Fuck, look at you,” he says with a groan. “So fucking needy. You gonna come already? Can’t get enough, can you?”

“Stop fucking teasing me,” I manage, my voice desperate as I thrust my hips up into the empty air, just needing friction,anyfriction.

He barely brushes his lips to the head of my cock, making me twitch and moan. “But I love teasing you, baby,” he murmurs, with a smirk as he drags his lips along the length of my cock. “You look so pretty when you’re desperate like this.”

My hips jerk up. “Make me come you dick,” I groan, narrowing my eyes at him.

He chuckles, licking a stripe up the underside of my cock. “Ask nicely.”

“Please,” I whine, not even caring how desperate I sound. “God, please, Logan, I need it. I need you to make me come. I’m so close, don’t tease, please—” I gasp when his fingers push inside me again, losing all my dignity, needing it so bad I don’t even care.

He laughs and then he takes me back into his mouth, sucking hard, his fingers pumping faster, twisting inside me just right.

Oh, fuck yes.

The pleasure builds in my cock, in my ass, in my whole fucking body as he sucks me dry and fingers me. Everything in me snaps tight, coiling so hard I can’t breathe.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, pulling his mouth off me, his hand taking over as he strokes me. “Let me see how pretty you look when you fall apart.”

A raw moan rips out of me as I come hard, coating my stomach and his hand with my cum. Logan keeps stroking me, squeezing every last drop out of me until I collapse back, completely spent and boneless.

He finally pulls his fingers out, my body going limp, everything inside me still pulsing with aftershocks.

I barely get the chance to catch my breath before I feel him crawl up over me and open my eyes, seeing his lips twitching into a smirk.

“Tell me you didn’t like it,” he challenges.

I huff out a laugh, shaking my head. “I can’t,” I manage, breathless, too wrung out to even pretend.

He grins wider. “Didn’t think so.” He dips down and kisses me hard, his tongue stroking into my mouth, and I can taste myself on him.

I break away, still gasping, watching as Logan fists his dick, shifting his weight so his knees are beside my ribs.

His thick cock is right there, flushed and shining and he presses it to my lips. “Open that pretty mouth for me.”

I do, parting my lips, and he pushes in, slow at first. I suck him down, feeling him pulse on my tongue. He groans, his hips jerking just a little when I swirl my tongue around his tip, just like how I love when he does it to me.

I look up at him as I take him deeper, loving the way his lashes flutter, the way his jaw clenches, his usual cocky confidence slipping for a second.

“Fuck, Hayes. You’re so good at this,” he pants.

I never thought I’d enjoy sucking a dick, but fuck, I love it. Love bringing him pleasure, love how good I’m making him feel. I hollow my cheeks and suck harder, wanting to blow his mind like he did mine.

He cries out, his fingers tangling in my hair, his other hand gripping the headboard behind me and he shoves his dick deeper into my mouth, coming with a low groan. He spills into my mouth and I swallow what I can, the salty taste hitting the back of my throat.

Logan drops down beside me, slinging an arm over his eyes, his chest heaving and his face flushed and shining with sweat.