Page 21 of Test Me

“So good. Fuck, keep going.More.”

I got lost in the act, stretching him open with my fingers and thumb. The moonlight was enough to give me a dim view of him swallowing me. I could’ve kept going just like that, my cock throbbing with pleasure and desperation, but after a few moments, Logan spread his legs wider and groaned. “Fuck, do it. Ineedit.”

I rubbed my lubed cock against the seam of his ass, my eyes threatening to roll back in my head at the sensation of his skin against mine. His hole seemed so small, like an impossible fit, and it took us a few tries to get in a good position. And then… then the world exploded around me in a shower of diamond-bright heat as the head of my cock sank inside him.

Logan hissed out, one hand flying to clutch the arm I’d braced myself on as I guided my cock deeper.

I went still immediately. “Too much?”

“God no, perfect. Keep going. Slowly, though.”

I nodded mutely and soothed a hand down his shoulder, leaning over to kiss him. To be honest, I needed the distraction of that kiss, because the feel of him clenching around me was enough to make my balls tighten in anticipation. “Just um… you just tell me what you want.”

I moved excruciatingly slowly, trying to keep myself from crashing over the edge of orgasm and to keep from hurting him. Gradually we began moving together. Logan pulled me closer, our mouths locking as I thrust inside him. We gasped against each other as pleasure mounted, burning like liquid fire in my veins.

“You can go harder now.” Logan’s voice was strained as he squirmed against me, wrapping his legs around my waist.

“You want me to?”

“Fuck yes.”

Given the enthusiastic permission, I unleashed, pulling out and slamming back into him, letting instinct, pleasure, and his encouraging moans drive me into his body over and over. Logan clutched at me, his grip unforgiving perfection as every cell in my body thrummed with electricity that collected in my groin.

Releasing me suddenly, Logan gripped his cock, stroking it roughly as he exploded on a stuttered groan. The vise-like grip of his contractions sent me crashing after him. I full-body shuddered as my orgasm ripped through me and left my muscles trembling. My lips brushed over his throat as I eased my weight onto his chest and panted, waiting for my heart rate to slow down. “Holy fuck,” I murmured against his sweat-damp skin.

“I’m not sure there was anything holy about that.” Logan exhaled a contented sigh and curled into me when I rolled off ofhim to remove the condom. I stuck it on top of the wrapper and then wrapped an arm around him, echoing his satisfied sigh.

“I really like your place.” And him. And everything about this night. I breathed him in as I combed my fingers lazily through the soft strands.

“Mmmm. S’nice,” he replied on a drowsy yawn. I wasn’t sure if he was agreeing that his place was nice or that he liked me messing with his hair. And before I could figure out how to articulate all the other things I’d liked about the night, the quiet, steady pattern of his breathing told me he’d fallen asleep again.

13

LOGAN

Iwoke up alone, the coolness of the sheets suggesting Josh had been gone for a while. I vaguely remembered him rustling around and saying something about practice, but my gut automatically interpreted that as post-nut regret. I groaned. God, I hoped that wasn’t the case, because if so, it would be hell continuing to tutor him and having to look at his sexy grin and adorable-as-fuck dimple. Ugh. I reached for my phone, thumbed the screen to life, and stared at the message notification from him.

Josh:Hey, I don’t know if you remember me leaving. You were pretty drowsy. I had practice early. Do you have time to meet for lunch today and talk?

Damn. Talk? I couldn’t decide if that was better or worse than him not messaging me at all.

I steeled my nerves and replied.

Logan:That’s fine. I can meet at noon. Caf?

Josh:I was thinking more like the Main Street Cafe.

I frowned at my phone, every cell in my body on hyper alert. What if he didn’t want to be seen with me on campus? No, that made no fucking sense. We were at the library together all the time.You’re freaking out because he’s awesome, Logan. Chill, he just had practice.

Still, my stomach felt like it was full of mud as I made the trek to the little 24-hour cafe just off campus.

Josh flashed me a dimple from his booth near the door when I walked inside. Was it just me, or did his cheeks go a little pink as I approached? He started to stand up and then seemed to think the better of it and sat again, fiddling with a straw. “I ordered us both sweet tea. I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s great.” Maybe it would calm the butterflies soaring through my stomach. The hyperawareness came back, leaving me conscious of every single movement of my body, every place his eyes went as I sat.

“Hey,” he said, flashing me another smile that warmed me from the inside out. I’d kissed that smile last night, and that dimple. I’d felt those hands that were fiddling with the straw moving over my body, and it’d been disconcertingly glorious.

“Hey,” I managed, just above a squeak.