Page 19 of Test Me
Logan’s grip on my waist tightened, and I let out a quiet moan as his rigid, denim-bound cock glided against mine. Hooking my fingers through his belt loops, I chased the friction until it became painful. Then he pushed me back gently.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Why not?”
“You’re… you.” He gestured vaguely.
“Yeah, and you’re you, which I happen to like.”
He blinked, a hint of a smile quirking his lips.
“I’ve ever been with a guy before.” I didn’t know why I’d confessed that. It wasn’t like it should matter, but I was afraid it might, and the sudden hesitation in Logan’s expression said I was correct. “I mean, I know I’m bi, but I’ve never acted on it. I want to, though,” I added hastily, like that should smooth things over.
“What about tutoring you?”
My turn to frown. “What about it? You can keep tutoring me. Or someone else can, if that’s some sort of conflict of interest, I guess.” I was pretty sure my dick was doing all the talking now, but parts of my brain agreed. I didn’t see the big deal. I just wanted him. “Do you not want this?”This, of course, hopefully being us getting naked and tangled up sometime in the near future.
“I do, yeah, absolutely. A lot.” He paused again, chewing on a lower lip I was tempted to trap between my teeth. His voice was breathy when he spoke next, cheeks flushed. “What, ummm, what is it that you want to do, exactly?”
Jesus. “I need to spell it out for you?” Was this typical parlay in guy-guy hook-ups? Like, we went down a menu and agreed on certain things? I definitely had a lot to learn. “I want to do a lot of things.” Okay, maybe this was getting a little awkward, but fuck it, I was pressing on. “I want to take your shirt off and touch you. Your pants, too, while I’m at it. I want you to touch me, also, and…” I trailed off as he inhaled sharply and adjusted himself. Since I was clearly the one on the offensive, I figured I might as well lean into that and be the pioneer in this frontier, so I reached behind my neck and yanked off my Henley. I was rewarded with another one of his sexy-ass nostril flares, and I didn’t even care that it sounded slightly unsettled, because his eyes locked onto my exposed torso, heating me all over as it skated along the ridges and rolls of muscles honed by my time on the field and in the weight room.
“Good fucking Christ,” he muttered. “You have actual washboard abs.”
“Thank you.” I fought to suppress a smile. Then I didn’t have to fight at all, because the inclination evaporated the second he skimmed the backs of his knuckles over my abdomen. “Change your mind, yet?”
“You’re annoyingly cocky sometimes.”
“You’re annoyingly sexy,” I countered, then was forced into choked silence as Logan hooked his hand into my waistband and yanked me closer, lips and teeth grazing over my throat and moving down my torso until he found my nipple. The pinch of his teeth stung, only to be soothed by the flat of his tongue. It took all my willpower not to buck against him because I could feel his fingers against my erection. Not moving, but just their presence was enough to send my libido soaring. I pushed him away long enough to get him out of his shirt, and he hesitated again, starting to fold his arms across his chest—narrower than mine but still sleek and sexy—until I pushed the one hand down flat against his side and hooked the other one around my pants where it had been before. Then I gave him the same treatment he’d given me, bending my head low to taste the pinpoints of his nipples and lick the goosebumps that flooded his skin at my touch. Every arch of his body into mine made me harder, and in seconds, we were both rutting wildly against each other. I didn’t know what first times were like for other guys, but so far this experience with Logan was everything I’d wanted for so long.
“Fuck,” he whispered, then unbuttoned my pants and yanked down the fly one handed. I gave him the same treatment in return, hungrily eyeing the tented fabric. I felt like I’d been waiting for this moment all my life, and I was glad it was with him.
I panted as he trailed his fingers over the jutting fabric of my boxers. “I don’t really have any clue what I’m doing, so Imight need guidance or —” I cut myself off on a groan as Logan reached inside my boxers and pulled my cock out, caressing my aching shaft reverently before I couldn’t stand it anymore and yanked him closer. He might wrongly think he lacked in the coolness department, but he definitely didn’t suffer in the skills department. I was thirsty as fuck for anything and everything he’d give me.
The sensation of his cock against mine made me dizzy with pleasure, and I let him walk me to the edge of the bed, falling backward and yanking him after me. We scrabbled to push our pants down farther, but I was too impatient to bother with pulling mine fully off. Logan managed to kick free of his, then sealed his mouth to mine as he rolled his hips against me, every dip, every retreat and return, sending another sizzle of electricity through me.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned into his mouth. Suddenly I was there, tipping over the edge of the universe and spiraling into pleasure as I blew my load over both of us.
Horror set in immediately. I’d just come in basically two seconds. “Shit, I didn’t—” I spluttered against his jaw, a second before Logan gripped my biceps and thrust hard against me. A fresh wave of wet heat scorched my abdomen as he shuddered through his orgasm with a curse before collapsing against me.
We were quiet a few moments, catching our breath, then I said, “I can last longer, I swear.” Logan exhaled a sated chuckle I’d never heard before, but loved immediately. “Seriously. Do not judge me on that one nut.”
He laughed again and clapped a hand over my mouth. “Stop, Joshua. I came right after you. I have no room to talk. Though in my defense, it’s your fault. You’re really hot when you cum.”
“I’m just gonna accept that somewhat backhanded compliment.” I played with a strand of his hair and let it go. “I can be ready for more in five minutes.”
“Five minutes, huh? Okay, we’ll see.” His drowsy voice poured into my ear like honey and it, along with the cozy heat of the fireplace and the snowstorm outside, made my eyelids heavy.
“Five minutes,” I murmured, then decided I’d shut my eyes just for a second.
11
LOGAN
Irolled over and glanced at the clock on my bedside table. 3 a.m. Josh lay sprawled on his back, one arm flung up, and I’d ended up near the edge of the bed. As I rolled over toward him, he stirred with a soft chuff of air, his extended arm sweeping slowly down and pulling me closer.
We’d both fallen asleep after the first round, and then woken an hour later to do it all over again. I’d taken both our cocks in my hand, along with a liberal amount of lube, and lost myself in the ecstasy of Josh’s grunts and moans as we thrust against each other. His eagerness was addictive as anything, and I was the one to come first that time.
Now his body was sleep-warm and gorgeous in the moonlight bathing him and painting shadows across his profile. I snuggled into him, a wave of contentment suffusing me as my nose brushed his shoulder. I couldn’t resist sneaking a touch to the hard planes of his stomach, light and barely there. I guess he was awake enough, because he rolled his hips gently and the tip of his cock brushed the edge of my fingers, warm as the rest of him but a softer contrast to the firmness of his abs. Skimming a touch lightly down his shaft, I dared a caress over his balls andtightened my grip when he moaned and pushed into my hand. In the span of a heartbeat, I was hard again, my dick rubbing against his thigh as I massaged his balls and then slid my hand behind, caressing the silky skin of his taint before stroking a finger over the hot core of him.