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.

Propelling his hips upward, Logan pulled Tate down, penetrating him deep and hard. Tate’s neck arched back, and then he surprised the shit out of Logan by sitting up and taking him as far inside his body as possible.

With a loud curse, Tate leaned back and placed a palm on the mattress between Logan’s legs, stretching his entire body out for him to look at. With frenzied eyes, Logan tried to take in everything, and there was no way he could not grab on to that stiff cock.

Reaching out to stroke Tate’s erection, the visual Logan had was something from his dirtiest fuck fantasies, and he couldn’t help but pound his hips up into Tate, hard. The sounds and words coming from Tate’s mouth were low, gravely, and filthier than a fucking sailor as he continued to roll his hips. Apparently, he’d found the exact right angle to continue hitting the spot he needed to drive himself crazy.

“Oh yeah. Right there, Logan. Fuck. Oh fuck!” and that was all it took.

Like a goddamn fountain, Tate’s cock erupted, and white ropey jets of his cum spurt out over Logan’s hand and stomach. As he gritted his teeth, holding off on his own climax, Tate rode out his, and what a fucking sight it was. Logan had known that once he had Tate, he’d never want to stop, and he’d been dead-on with that prediction.

Knowing Tate’s shaft would be sensitive, Logan reluctantly let go of him and lay there, his own breathing coming hard as he waited for Tate’s next move.

* * *

Tate shifted and heard Logan let out a quiet grunt, and he was surprised to feel that he was still hard. Tate’s orgasm had been fucking spectacular, and he was shocked to discover that being taken by Logan was just as addictive as taking Logan.

Staring down at the aroused and agitated man beneath him, Tate asked, unsure, “Now what?”

Logan bit his top lip as though in pain. “Slide off—slowly.”

Tate did as instructed, and the minute Logan slipped free from his body, he was almost overwhelmed by the sense of loss he felt. He didn’t have long to think it over though because Logan moved quicker than Tate thought possible. He sprung up off the bed and rolled them over until Tate was lying facedown on the mattress, and Logan was situated against him from head to toe.

Tate moaned as Logan bit his shoulder and held him down.

“Goddamn it, Tate, damn you.”

Tate shoved back, and when he felt Logan’s bare cock against his ass cheeks, he knew he’d removed the condom.

“Your ass, clinging to me as I slid out and then pushed back in,” he replayed seductively as Tate felt a hand push his hair aside and lips began sucking the skin of his neck. “Nothing has ever felt that good. And no one has looked as fucking mouthwatering as you riding me like you were made for it.”

Tate bit down on the pillow as Logan’s hips continued to move over his ass, and he promised, “Next time, I’m going to have you just like this. Facedown, ass up. But for now, I’m going to give your poor little hole a break. Just lay there, and let me look at what’s finally mine and no one else’s.”

Tate felt Logan’s body weight move back off him, and he remained where he was told with his legs spread out behind him as he heard the bottle open up once again. Closing his eyes, Tate imagined what he would see if he turned around—Logan kneeling between his legs, the wet slide he could hear of his fist moving frantically. When a large hand came down and began to smooth over his ass, Tate couldn’t help but move into it.

Logan cursed behind him, and Tate could feel a fingertip probing his well-used body. It actually felt good, so he widened his legs, and as soon it slipped inside him, he heard a harsh shout followed by his name, and then he felt hot, sticky liquid hit his spine and lower back as Logan came all over him.

Tate closed his eyes as Logan’s tongue licked over the skin of his back, and his hands smoothed up over him before he lay down, joining their bodies chest to back.