Dreaming of You (5 page)

Lifting myself off my knees, I sat down, dangling my legs over the side of the bed. I bent over, pulling his jeans the rest of the way down his beautiful, legs covered with soft blond hair. He ran his large hands down my back, untucking my shirt. He slipped a hand into my jeans, working his fingers under the elastic waistband of my briefs, hitting the top of my crack. I helped him out of his shoes and socks and sat up. I licked the precum oozing from the slit of his perfect cock. It was only an inch or so longer than mine but substantially wider in girth. He moaned gruffly, lifting my arms and pulling my shirt off before tossing it to the floor.

I licked my lips before taking his cock in my mouth. I slowly slid all the way down the shaft, desperately trying to get it all the way down my throat.

“Christ, Aden,” he moaned, placing his hands on my head, then moving me up and down his shaft, fucking my mouth.

I could taste his sweet-and-salty precum in the back of my throat before he pulled out of my mouth and pushed me onto my back. Tearing at my pants, he quickly released the belt and button. After unzipping my jeans and sliding them down my narrow hips, he tossed them to the side. I moved back onto the bed as he slid down on top of me, pressing his full weight on me. He covered my mouth with his, shoving his tongue deep into my throat, teasing and taunting me. He slid to the side and ran his hands down my chest and stomach, taking my cock in his hand. I quivered, tensing up my stomach as he rubbed his thumb over the smooth head, smearing the precum in a circular motion.

I felt as if my chest were going to explode as Logan moved his lips from my mouth over to my ear. Breathing heavily, he whispered, slipping back into a husky Southern accent, “I knew I had to have you the moment I set my eyes on you.”

He lightly sucked and bit down on my neck, slowly licking his way to my nipple and taking it in his mouth, sucking and chewing lightly. Feeling as if a million tiny nibbles were running down my spine, my entire body felt like it would shatter into pieces at any moment. “I want you inside me…please, Logan.”

He looked up at me and smiled, obviously pleased with himself for driving me to the point of begging. “Where are the condoms and lube?”

“Inside the drawer next to the bed,” I said in a raspy voice, my head swimming, not even remotely ashamed for having begged.

He pulled himself up, reached over, and opened the drawer. I slid my hands down and massaged his cock with one and twisted his nipple with the other. He flipped open the cap on the lube and squeezed some out onto his fingers as he moved down between my legs. He rubbed his slicked fingers over my tight opening, lubing me up as I cried out. I lifted my head, feeling my eyes roll back as he worked my hole. When he felt me begin to meet his thrusts, he pulled his fingers out and reached for the condom. I sat up and took it out of his hand to rip it open. I slid it over his red, swollen head and rolled it down the shaft as he picked up the lube, squeezing more into his hand.

He pushed me back onto the bed as he worked the lube over his shaft. Tossing the tube to the side, he grabbed my legs and placed them over his shoulders. I felt the head of his cock begin to press into me. He let out a groan as he worked the head in, causing me to gasp as I reached down to my sides, fisting up wads of blanket. He watched my face intently as he slowly began to push farther in, instinctively stopping when he knew I needed him to. My eyes popped open when I felt his pelvis press against my ass, knowing he was all the way in. He spread my legs and leaned down, covering my mouth with his and sliding his tongue in slowly and deeply.

When he felt I was ready, he began to slowly slide his cock out. As he pushed back in and hit my spot, I arched my back. My hard cock lay on my stomach oozing as he began to increase his rhythm.

“You feel incredible,” he said in a low voice.

“Fuck me, Logan,” I moaned as I reached up, running my hand over his chest and twisting his hard nipple between my fingers.

He lifted himself back up, grabbed my legs behind my knees, forcing them back against my chest, and began pumping feverishly. I could feel his balls hitting me as he slammed his pelvis into my ass. I let out a loud moan as I reached up to the headboard and began to push myself down, meeting his thrusts.

A low moan came from him as I looked up, watching a long bead of sweat run down the center of his stomach, making its way toward his belly button. Feeling my balls tighten, I reached down, grabbed my soaking-wet cock in my hand, and began to pull. After two more thrusts I clenched and screamed as I shot out, hitting my chin, spraying my stomach and chest. He let out a deep moan as he quickly pulled out, slid off the condom, and jerked himself off. His body jerked a few times as the last bit spilled out over his fingers. He fell on top of me and I slid my arms under his, running my hands over his sweat-drenched back. He lifted his head, which was pressed into the pillow next to mine, and placed his mouth over mine, softly kissing me. He pulled his mouth off mine and looked at me. His eyes were glazed over, and he smiled, breathing heavily. “That was incredible.”

I reached up and smoothed the damp hair off his forehead with my fingers. Still trying to catch my breath, I looked him in the eyes. “I’m a complete slut.”

He let out a low rumble of a laugh, causing his stomach muscles to contract against my cock. He looked down and back up at me, raising an eyebrow. “Somebody’s getting hard again.” He began moving his torso from side to side, creating friction.

I felt the blood rush to my face as the heat flushed my cheeks. I placed my hand over my eyes and smiled, turning my head slightly away from his gaze. He laughed, obviously taking pleasure from the effect he knew he had on me. I peeked through my fingers and looked up at him, lightly biting my lower lip with a half smile.

“Oh shit,” he groaned, lightly brushing his lips over mine. “I’m in soooo much trouble.”

He pressed his lips back into mine as a little moan rumbled in the back of my throat. Logan was a like a drug created solely to cure what ailed me, and cure me he did.

I looked around the restaurant as our servers moved about the room placing dinner plates onto the tables. I turned to Nathan, who was obviously feeling the effects of the alcohol. He was flirting with one of our liquor reps. I started laughing, wondering if he knew the man was straight.

“That boy seriously needs to get laid,” Finn said.

“Who?” Nathan asked, swinging his head around, having heard her comment.

“You, dipshit,” she answered, laughing at him.

“Oh.” He spun back around and continued to flirt with Mr. Hetero.

“Pretty soon he’ll be humping doorjambs like a little dog.” She sighed, shaking her head.

“Well, it’ll be your job to hook him up from time to time to make sure that doesn’t happen.” I ran my fingertips lightly over the rim of my wineglass.

“I’m nobody’s pimp.”

“But you’d be so good at it.”

“This is true.” She nodded. “Right now, though, I need to start looking for
my
next conquest, not his.”

She began to survey the room, and I laughed, watching her begin to sex herself up.

“You’re worse than any gay man I’ve ever known.”

“Have vagina…will travel.”

I couldn’t really say a whole lot, thinking about Logan, and the fact that I jumped his bones, or boner, within the first twenty-four hours of meeting him. I watched Finn and laughed, remembering waking up the morning after with Logan.

* * * * *

I sat my toothbrush back in its holder and reached down to turn on the faucet. I listened to him whistling as I rinsed out my mouth and spit into the sink. The small black-and-white interlocking ceramic tiles in my bathroom felt cool under my bare feet. The double sink vanity had the same white glossy subway tiles that ran halfway up the walls all the way around the room. I glanced up, admiring the antique frosted glass and chrome art deco wall sconces on either side of the mirror. I turned around hearing the shower cut off, and watched my love step out of it. He looked magnificent all wet as he winked at me and smiled. All the ridges and sculpted muscles in his body glistened in the light. I sighed and turned back around.

He grabbed a towel and began drying himself off. “I wish we didn’t have to go to this thing tonight.”

“It’ll be fun.” I opened up a drawer and took out a small tube. I watched him wrap the towel around his waist in the mirror. “Getting all dressed up and going out for a change.”

“Damn, you’re beautiful.” He was watching me rub moisturizer over my face. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I scrunched up my lips as he placed his chin on my shoulder.

“Don’t give me that look.” He squeezed me tighter.

“Beautiful, huh?” I looked at my reflection, wishing someone else were staring back. “Pretty boy is what you mean.”

“I’ll never understand your hang-up about the way you look.” He rolled his eyes.

“I don’t want to be pretty… I wanna be smokin’ molten-lava hot and sexy.”

His lips curled up as he tried to hold back a laugh. “Well, I love you just the way you are; I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Thank you, baby.”

He ran his fingers under the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs. “Plus you’re so bendy.” He slid his hand farther down my briefs toward my cock.

I twisted away from him and yanked off his towel. An excited smile spread across his face, and I smacked his bare ass with the palm of my hand.

“Nice try, but we’re going.” I walked out of the bathroom into my bedroom.

He followed me.“You just want to get me into that tux so you can size me up as you plot your evil scheme to get me down the aisle.”

“Oh please”—I tossed a pair of underwear at his face—“like I’d marry you.”

“Mmm hmm.” He watched me slide on my pants. “You’d shackle me down in a heartbeat.”

“Shackles, indeed,” I said as he slid on his undies. “You’d enjoy that way too much, you little pervert.”

He laughed as I sat onto the bed and grabbed my socks.

He began prancing around the room like Travolta at the beginning of Saturday Night Fever. “I’m like a wild mustang, baby, born to run free.”

I burst out laughing as I got up off the bed. “More like an old nag ready for the glue factory.”

“You little fucker.” He lunged at me, tackling me onto the bed. Pinning me down, he began tickling me as I squirmed under him.

I rolled around, desperately trying to break free of him.

“Take it back,” he commanded, continuing to torture me with his fingers.

“No, naggy!” I tried to swat away his hands.

“Tell me I’m the sexiest guy you’ve ever seen.”

“No!”

“Tell me and I’ll stop,” he said.

“Okay, okay.”

He stopped the torture, grabbed my arms, and pinned them down to the bed.

“You’re so sexy, honey. The hottest hunk of a man I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“Good.” He leaned down, placing his face just over mine. “Now tell me how much you crave my big, hard cock.”

“I do, baby,” I said, laughing again. “I crave it!”

“Well, then”—he released my arms and pulled his dick out of his boxer briefs—“since you want it that bad…”

“Not a chance.” I pushed him off me and leaped off the bed. “We are going to this party. Nice try, though.”

“Damn it.” A sour expression came over his face.

I began pulling on my shirt. “Get dressed, you little fucker.”

“But I’m horny,” he whined, lifting himself begrudgingly off the bed.

“You’re always horny.” I tossed his pants at him. “But you’re not getting out of going.”

“Evil tyrant,” he said with a grin, yanking on his pants.

“We’re going to be late as it is, and we’re supposed to meet Finn and Nathan there.”

“I don’t think she’s really ever cared for me that much.” He tucked his shirt into his pants.

“Well, sweetie,” I said, looking in the mirror and tweaking my bow tie, trying to get it perfect, “Finn just doesn’t really understand us. You shouldn’t take it personally.”

“I don’t; it’s not like I can really do anything about it.”

I walked up to him and looked into his eyes. They seemed a little sad as I leaned in and gave him a soft kiss. I felt his body relax a little as I pulled away.

“Do me?” he asked, holding up his tie.

I laughed, taking it from him as my cell phone started to ring. “That’s probably Finn wondering where we are.” I turned to head for the nightstand.

“Don’t answer it.” He grabbed my arm.

“Why not?” I asked, looking at him funny.

“You’ll go away again.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m not ready to leave yet,” he said, with pleading eyes.

I opened my eyes to see the bright Atlanta sunlight pouring in the windows. I looked over at the nightstand as my cell phone rang again. I reached over to pick it up and felt the resistance of Logan’s arm across my chest. A whimper escaped from his lips, and I smiled at him. I pressed Talk on my cell and heard, “Good morning, sunshine.”

“What time is it?” I asked.

“I don’t know, nineish,” Finn said.

I sank back into the bed. “Early, me…vacation.”

“I thought this was supposed to be a working vacation. Get your ass out of bed, pronto.”

“Too tired, go away.”

“Too tired?” she asked. “I’ve known you for how long? Never have I ever seen you not pop right out of bed in the morning. What’s going on, honey? Why are you so tired? Did you pick yourself up a little man-zy last night?”

“Bingo!”

“What!”

“I said, bingo, as in I’m not alone.”

“Wha…wha…what are you saying?”

“Well, Finn.” I looked at Logan as he smiled and popped one eye open. “I took your advice from yesterday morning; I’m not alone.”

“You’re actually in bed…naked, with another man?”

“Yep.” I pulled the phone away from my ear and held it up to Logan’s. “Say hi to Finn.”

“Hi, Finn,” Logan said, and I pulled the phone away from him just before Finn began squealing and giggling hysterically.

Both of Logan’s eyes popped open as he stared at the phone. I laughed and brought the phone back to my ear, just in time to listen to Finn, “You are such a slut!”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, slut.” Laughing. “Whore!” Laughing. “Tramp…floozy.” More laughing. “I am disgusted, simply disgusted.”

I started laughing again. “Good-bye, psycho.”

“Wait!” she said. “Don’t hang up. I’ll just call right back.”

“What?”

“How was he?” Finn asked. “Is it big?”

“I’m so hanging up now.”

“No!” she screamed as I pressed the End button, holding it down. I thought it best to turn my cell off, not taking her threat of calling right back lightly.

I settled back under the covers as Logan pulled up behind me and spooned me. “Good morning.”

“So.” Logan nibbled on my ear. “How was I, and how big
would
you say it is?”

“Jesus…you heard that.” I felt my face flush. “I’m sorry. Finn is really…wrong and low.”

Logan nuzzled his nose in the back of my neck. “I don’t think that was an answer to the question.”

“Incredible, and big enough, you big stud.” I felt tingles run down my spine from his warm breath on my skin.

He slid his hand down my chest and in between my legs. “Well, well, look who’s up and ready for action.”

“How about we take the action to the shower? I’m starving.”

“All in good time.” He rolled me onto my back and straddled me. “I’m not done with you here yet.”

* * * * *

After we were showered and all shiny and clean, Logan told me he’d already made lunch plans for us. When I asked him where we were going, he told me it was a surprise. We ran by his hotel so he could change clothes, then climbed in yet another cab, and I listened to him give an address to the cabdriver. I resisted the urge to whine until he told me where we were going, and instead, settled into the seat with him. I smiled when he put his arm around me.

“I could
really
get used to this,” I said teasingly.

He chuckled and pulled me closer to him. “Me too.”

After a twenty-minute ride, the cab pulled up in front of a large three-story house with two-story giant columns. The yard was impeccably manicured, and there were black door-length shutters and French doors along the first and second stories, which opened up onto a two-story porch.

“Um…where are we, Logan?”

“My mother’s house,” he said matter-of-factly, as if telling someone the weather.