Page 100 of The Risk Taker

“Yeah,” I whisper against his lips.

Since that night, he’s been coming over to my room, and we kiss, stroke each other, grind a little, but he hasn’t fingered me since. I’m kind of dying for it, right now.

His fingers trail up the inside of my thigh. “I’ve been jerking off to the memory of your moans every night,” he says against my mouth. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you falling apart for me.”

My breath stutters. “Logan?—”

He grabs the lube he brought from the nightstand, flips the cap with one hand, and slicks his fingers, warming them up before he slides a finger down, circling my hole.

“Ohhh—fuck—” I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his shoulder when he presses past the tight ring.

Logan groans. “God, you’re still tight as hell. Fuck. This is gonna feel so good.”

I whimper, not meaning to, but honestly I can’tnotmake noise whenever he touches me.

He hushes me with a slow kiss. “Breathe, Nathan. Relax for me. I’ve got you.”

He curls his finger deep inside me and I moan into his mouth, louder than I meant to and when he adds a second finger, I break off the kiss with a shaky gasp.

His smirk deepens as he reaches into the drawer and pulls out a silicone toy.

It’s big, veiny, and bright fucking blue.

My breath catches. “What?—”

He settles back over me, holding the toy in one hand. “I bought it thinking it’d be fun to stretch you out before you were ready to take me,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss me.

He stands long enough to shove off his jeans and underwear, his cock thick and flushed, making my mouth go dry. God, he’s so fucking hot.

He climbs back between my legs and looks down at me. “You want to?” he asks.

I meet his eyes—those gorgeous green eyes that have wrecked my brain for years—and say, “Yes. I trust you.”

Logan’s face softens, heat and affection blending until I can barely look at him without wanting to cry. He leans down and kisses me, melting something inside my chest. His tongue slides against mine, sucking gently, making my body shiver.

He pulls back only when I’m panting, and taps my stomach twice. “Turn over for me. On your stomach.”

I blink up at him, my breath still catching from the kiss, but his hand’s already on my hip. I roll over onto my stomach, my heart thudding. I can feel him watching me—can practically hear the smirk in his breath as his hands slide down my back, his thumbs brushing my sides like he’s mapping out my body.

“Ah—fuck—” I jolt when his teeth sink into my ass, a sharp nip that makes me gasp. He chuckles against my skin, not sorry at all, and licks over the bite, making me shiver all over.

His palms grip me tighter, spreading me open. “Fuck, this ass,” he mutters under his breath before he leans in and buries his tongue in my ass, licking over my puckered hole.

I moan helplessly into the sheets. His hands hold me steady, spreading me wide while he devours me, teasing, fucking me with his mouth until I’m trembling and breathless.

He pulls back after a few minutes, and shifts me easily, placing me just where he wants me. Knees apart, ass up, andmy back gently pushed down until my chest is flush with the mattress, my cock pressing into the sheets.

I feel completely exposed like this. Owned by him.

And Iloveit.

Logan grabs the toy beside me and I hear the slick sound of lube as he coats the toy. My hips twitch before I can stop them, like it’s already in me, like my body’s alreadyachingfor it.

I suck in a breath, my fingers fisting the sheets when I feel the toy press against my hole.

“Holy shit,” I groan when it slips past my stretched hole. “Ughh. Logan?—”

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let it in, baby. You’re doing perfect.”