Page 27 of Straight to You

LOGAN

I t’s been quiet since we left the police station, and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or the calm before the storm.

Maybe Kyle finally decided to back off because he realized we’re on to him.

Or maybe he’s being more calculated. The not knowing is what gets me, and I have a bad feeling it’s the latter. It seems far more likely.

Ryder and I have been living in our own little bubble lately. He wants me, and I want him, and for the first time in weeks, we’ve been happy. It’s easy—easier than I ever could’ve imagined. It’s like everything slotted into place the second we realized we both wanted each other.

I walk into the living room with two bottles of beer to find Ryder already on the couch, scrolling on his phone, looking suspiciously pleased with himself.

“You’re grinning like an idiot,” I tease, handing him a bottle before dropping down beside him.

“Maybe I’m just happy,” he fires back, and my smile only grows.

I raise an eyebrow, settling in closer, our knees brushing. “Yeah? What’s got you so happy then?”

He shrugs, taking a sip of his beer before leaning back against the cushions. “Dunno. Today feels like a good day, I guess.”

Seeing him like this makes me the happiest man in the world, and I’d do anything to keep this smile on his face.

“You know,” I muse, setting my beer on the table. “I like happy Ryder. A lot.”

“Yeah?” he smirks.

“Yeah, baby,” I say, reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind his ear, letting my fingers linger against his skin. “Almost as much as I like desperate Ryder.”

The blush creeping up his cheeks is immediate. “You’re the worst.”

“Hmm,” I hum, dragging my fingers down his arm. “I don’t think so. If I recall correctly, you like me. A lot, even. Don’t ya, boyfriend?”

He scoffs, but he doesn’t move away. If anything, he leans in a little closer. “That’s debatable.”

I smirk, tilting his chin up with my fingers. “Oh, Ry, we both know it’s not. But don’t worry, I like you back just as much. Probably even more.”

“It’s not my fault I’m so irresistible,” he winks.

“Oh, believe me, I’m painfully aware.”

“You saying I’ve been your biggest weakness all along?” Ryder beams at me.

I roll my eyes. “Says the one who begged me to touch you while you came all over both of us like you’ve been waiting your whole life for it.”

“What can I say? You’re irresistible, too,” he says, laughing as his cheeks turn red .

“You’ve set the bar real high for how much you like me,” I smirk before continuing. “And my dick.”

He laughs for a moment, then grows serious, his mouth parts slightly. “I do. I really do,” he breathes.

I close the distance between us, my lips finding his in a kiss that’s soft but insistent. Ryder gasps against my mouth, his hands sliding up to tangle in my hair. He mauls my mouth like it’s the oxygen he needs to breathe, and god, I want it all.

Ryder is objectively hot, with his wavy brown hair that always has that perfectly tousled, I-don’t-even-try look, and that tiny scar from his childhood above his left eyebrow only makes him more unfairly captivating.

Ryder is a perfect contradiction—rugged charm wrapped in soft vulnerability—and I know I’ll never get enough of him.

I want him every day for the rest of our lives, and even though I’ve barely had him, I know forever won’t be long enough with him.

There’s no going back. Not now. Not ever.

I break the kiss momentarily to tug my shirt over my head while he does the same.

My fingers find the button of his jeans and push the fabric down his legs.

“Hips up,” I say as I move to slide off his jeans and boxer briefs.

Once they’re off, I waste no time, leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of his cock before licking up and down his erection.

“You are so fucking sexy,” I say, my voice rough with want.

And that—that is what he needs. I’ve learned Ryder loves praise during sex, and I want to constantly praise him, to give him everything he desires.

His eyes darken, and his lips part as my words seem to light something inside him.

He surges forward, his hands fumbling to get my pants off with absolutely no finesse until we’re both completely naked.

“You want to get out of your head? You want to just feel? You want me to take care of you?” I ask .

“Yes,” he breathes. “Yes, please.”

My cock twitches at the way the word please falls from his pink, fuckable lips.

“I’ll take care of you, baby.”

He nods, and I know he’s done talking—at least for now.

He’s ready to feel. Wants to ride the high of the last few days while everything still feels good.

I slide off his lap and drop down onto my knees between his legs, letting my mouth trail down his body.

Licking and sucking each of his nipples before moving to his cock.

His hips jerk beneath me, and he lets out a low groan.

“Oh, fuck—Loge,” he gasps, his voice raw with pleasure.

The sound of my name falling from his lips makes me lust-drunk for him, and I take him to the back of my throat, humming around him before giving him a hard suck.

He lets out a low groan, and I can’t stop the grin tugging at the corners of my mouth even as I keep my rhythm steady, bobbing up and down.

“Shit—Loge—fuck, that’s…so good. So fucking good.” His voice is already breathy, and his thighs are tense under my palms.

I pull off him slowly, letting my lips drag up his cock until he slips free with a soft, wet pop. His cock is glistening, and I can’t resist licking him from base to tip. He’s just so damn irresistible.

“You taste so fucking good, Ry,” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “I could stay here all night, just like this, with your cock in my mouth. Hmm, we should try that sometime.”

“I don’t think I’d survive that,” he says on a breathless laugh.

I smirk, pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh. “You’d be surprised what you can handle. Wanna find out? ”

“Jesus,” he mutters, his cheeks flushing a deeper red. “You’re going to kill me.”

“Not a chance,” I say, grinning as I wrap my hand around him. “I’m going to make you feel alive. Give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”

He gasps at the friction before I lean down to tease his tip with my tongue until he’s begging for my mouth again.

“Please,” he whines, and I give him what he needs. He gasps as I suck him to the back of my throat, and I love his reactions. Love how desperate he becomes, how needy he sounds, and I’m not ready for this to end anytime soon.

“Lo—oh, fuck—I’m not gonna last,” he pants. His whole body tenses, his thighs trembling under my hands as I slow the motion of my strokes.

“Don’t come until I tell you,” I say, pulling my mouth off him.

“Logan,” he gasps, his voice cracking. “I don’t think I can?—”

“You can,” I say firmly, my hand sliding up and down his hard-on. My thumb teases over the slick head, circling the sensitive ridge before easing back down, using my saliva as lube. “You’re gonna hold it for me,” I say before taking him back in my mouth.

Ryder nods frantically, his breaths coming fast and uneven. “Oh, fuck—” His hips thrust up again, and I press my a hand to his stomach to hold him in place. “Oh my god, Loge.”

I pull off, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock, letting my tongue flick over the slit, and he shudders. “I want you right here, hanging on for me.”

“Please,” he whimpers, his hands gripping the back of the couch. “I can’t?— ”

“You can,” I murmur, letting my lips drag along the length of him, kissing and licking but avoiding giving him the friction he craves. “You’re doing so good for me, Ryder. I love seeing you like this.”

He whines, hips lifting off the couch again, his entire body begging for release even as he tries to hold back. “I’m trying—so hard, but I can’t—Loge, I’m so fucking close. Pleaseee.”

I wrap my hand around him again and stroke, keeping him on the edge without letting him fall. “I love hearing you beg,” I say, kissing the inside of his thigh. I tease him even more, leaning forward to suck his right ball into my mouth before moving to the left.

“I hate you,” he mutters weakly, but the broken moan that follows gives him away.

“No, you don’t,” I say, releasing him and sucking his shaft back into my mouth.

I suck him slow and deep, my hand twisting at the base in a rhythm that’s driving him crazy.

His cock twitches against my tongue, and his whole body is trembling as he tries to hold back.

I want him to experience pure, euphoric bliss—to think of nothing else except how he feels right now.

I pull off, stroking him faster now, giving him what he needs. “Come for me, baby.”

And before I can even finish the sentence, his release starts spilling over my hand. I take him back into my mouth as fast as I can, and suck down every last drop, watching as his body shudders through his orgasm.

When he has nothing left to give, I pull off his cock, swallowing everything, then lick the stray cum off my hand as he watches. His chest is still heaving, his pupils blown wide as he stares at me like I’m something unreal.

“Fuck, Lo,” he rasps. “I’ve never—never come like that in my entire life.” He lets out a shaky breath, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “That was—fuck—that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. I don’t even have the words.”

I smirk at his reaction, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand before leaning in and letting my lips graze his jaw.

“Good,” I murmur. “You were so perfect for me, baby. You don’t need to have words.”

His breathing begins to steady, and then his gaze drifts lower—settling on my still hard cock. His lips part slightly, tongue flicking out to wet them, and fuck if that doesn’t send a fresh wave of heat through me.

He hasn’t taken me in his mouth yet, but the thought is there. I can see it in the way his blush deepens, spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. When his eyes finally flick back up to mine, there’s a mix of nerves and curiosity swimming in them.

“What about you?” he asks softly.

“Do you want to try, baby? It won’t take me long—getting you there set me right on the edge.”

His throat bobs as he swallows, his fingers twitching like he’s still debating it. Then, slowly, he nods. “Yeah,” he murmurs, voice rough with something between nerves and anticipation. “I—I want to try.”

Fuck me.

My cock twitches at the thought of his lips around me, and I reach up to cup his cheek, running my thumb over the heat of his flushed skin. “You sure?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.

He nods again, more confident this time. “I want to. I just…” He exhales, his gaze dropping again. “I don’t know if I’ll be any good. ”

I tilt his chin up so he has to look at me. “Baby, you could just breathe on me, and I’d probably come.”

That earns me a soft laugh, but it seems to be all the encouragement he needs.

“Switch spots with me,” he says, and I do.

I sit on the couch while he crawls between my legs and places his hands on my thighs.

His palms are warm, and my breath catches as he leans in and presses a kiss to my hard tip, like I’d done for him.

Then, he parts his lips and drags his tongue over the head of my cock, a slow, teasing swipe—testing it out.

He’s understandably hesitant at first as his lips stretch around me, taking the head of my dick into his mouth, tongue flicking curiously along the underside of my cock.

I groan, my head falling back. “Jesus, Ryder…”

He hums in acknowledgement of my praise, the sound vibrating against me.

He keeps me there for a moment, adjusting to the feel, before popping off.

But then he looks up at me, wide-eyed, with spit trailing from his mouth to my cock, and fucking hell, I’m done for.

I let out a little gasp at the sight. He smiles at that, lets out a breath, and takes me into his mouth—a little deeper this time—and sucks.

“Shit—Ryder—” My voice is shaky, and my hand flies to his hair, not to push or guide, just to hold on.

He pulls off enough to speak, his breath hot against my cooling skin. “Is that good?” he asks, his voice so soft, so fucking sweet, like he’s not currently destroying me with his mouth.

I let out a shuddering breath at the effect he has on me. “Yeah, baby. Too good. I’m not gonna last long.”

His blush deepens, but his lips curl into a small, almost proud smirk.

And then he goes back down, hollowing his cheeks and taking me a little deeper.

His tongue moves in slow, experimental strokes, each one making my stomach clench tighter.

The tension builds fast—hot, desperate, and fucking impossible to stop because his mouth on my cock is my fantasy come true.

I’m gonna come. Fuck, I’m already right there.

“Ryder—I’m gonna come, pull off. I—fuck—” I barely have time to warn him before the pleasure snaps through me, white-hot and all-consuming.

But he doesn’t pull off.

He lets out a muffled sound as I spill into his mouth, his hands bracing against my thighs, but he takes it. All of it. Swallows every drop he can as I shake beneath him.

Finally, I collapse back against the couch, boneless and breathless. Completely done for.

Ryder pulls off with a soft, unsteady gasp, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as his eyes find mine. His cheeks are flushed, his lips red and swollen, and something about that look sends a fresh throb of heat through me, even though I just came harder than I ever have in my life.

I reach for him, pulling him up and cradling his face in both hands. “Jesus Christ, baby,” I rasp, pressing my forehead to his. “That mouth.”

“I take it that means I did okay?” He asks nervously.

I groan and kiss him—hard—tasting the mix of our releases between us. “You were perfect,” I murmur against his lips. “So fucking perfect.”

He melts into me, and I can’t stop myself from brushing his hair back, fingers combing through the soft strands as I tilt his chin. “How was your first experience?”

Ryder groans dramatically and drops his head onto my shoulder. “Logan, you can’t ask me for blowjob feedback like it’s a customer service survey. ”

I huff out a laugh, dragging my hand down his back. “Fine, fine. But, I’m just saying, if I was filling one out? Five stars. Would recommend. Will absolutely be returning.”

“God, you’re so annoying,” he says, but he’s laughing, and it’s the best sound in the world. “But yeah, I liked it too. Would also return.”

I kiss him again, savoring this moment, and when we break apart, I hear him whisper, “I can’t believe this is real.”