Logan glanced at the condom in his hand then back to me. "What?" 

"You heard me." 

"You want me to fuck you?" His eyes narrowed. "You're fucking with me, aren't you?"

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. Of course he would think I was messing with him. I always told him I would never be a bottom—and I meant it. At the time, I meant it. The idea of being a bottom...The way my mind worked after everything with my parents...It scared the hell out of me. When I was a top, I was the one doing the fucking. I was in control. This—this was different. 

"No, I'm not fucking with you." I leaned into Logan's body, putting my mouth to his ear and tracing the shell with my tongue. "I want you to fuck me, Logan. I want to feel you inside me."

Logan groaned and his fingers dug into my the skin at my hip. I pulled back a little and saw the heated look in his eyes. His gaze ran over my body and he wet his lips. Oh yeah. He wanted this. So did I.

Logan always tended to be the vulnerable one in our relationship—WHOA. Relationship. Fuck that sounded good. As I looked at him now, I knew I never wanted anything more than to lose my 'virginity' to Logan Thorne. 

I leaned back and met his gaze again. I took the condom from him and tore it open. My eyes never left his as I threw the wrapper to the side and rolled the condom onto his hard length. Logan bit down on his bottom lip, eyes sliding shut.  His sex was thick and straining. Throbbing in my hand. I don't think I've ever see him so hungry. For me.

I grabbed him by the chin and gave him a sound kiss. "Do it, Logan."

All the hesitation and confusion seemed to melt away from him. Something changed in his demeanor. He was more possessive. Dominant. He had never done the fucking. Not with me, at least. This was a first for both of us.

I leaned against him again—burying my hand in his hair and kissed his jawline. His lips. His neck. "Come on, Logan. I know you've thought about it. About how it would feel to be inside me." A long, low groan from Logan vibrated against my mouth. "I want you, Logan. Right-fucking-now."

"Turn around," he growled.

I did as I was told and Logan pushed me not-so-gently onto the bed. I braced myself; holding up my body with my outstretched arms.

Even though I begged for this, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. My body tensed as I waited for the invasive pressure. But it didn't come. Not at first. Instead, I felt Logan's lips trailing down my spine. Fuck. 

As if he read my mind, Logan reached around and stroked me. My back arched and my hips pushed forward, trying to get him to take more of me in his hand. I could feel his erection pressing into me; but I didn't feel nervous anymore. How could I when I was lost to the effects of his touch?

"Breathe," Logan whispered in my ear.

I felt him grip my shoulder. When I felt him start to push inside me, I took a few additional deep breaths. If someone had told me this is what I would be doing a year ago, I would have laughed in their face. Or punched them. Maybe both. 

When Logan was all the way in, he dropped his head to my shoulder. "Fuck." 

I gritted my teeth, trying to get used to the new sensations he was delivering. Having him inside me was...indescribable. It felt foreign. Full. But I would be lying if I said I didn't fucking love it. He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in. Again. In. Out. Faster each time he did it.

"So fucking good," he moaned. Logan gripped my waist and his fingernails dug into my skin. After a few seconds, he slowed. "Do you want me to stop?"

I didn't hear Logan at first. My mind checked out at some point—trapped in a state of pleasurable delirium.  "Grant? Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?"

He was always the worrier. Stopping was the farthest thing from my mind. "Don't you dare fucking stop." 

He didn't. Logan took possession of my body in the best possible way. I couldn't help but moan his name as he pumped into me harder. Each time it was a little more. A little faster. A little deeper. It was strange, actually. In a way, it was like I was being marked. Logan was staking his claim on me—making me his. And fuck I wanted to be his. More than anything. 

The sex raged on and it was like nothing I've ever experienced. Just knowing it was Logan who was fucking me was driving me wild. I could hear the delicious sound of his skin against mine. I never wanted it to stop.

"I didn't...think...no idea..." I couldn't get the words out. But then again, I didn't need to. Logan knew me too well.

"Feels good?" Logan's voice was at my ear.

I pictured how he looked right now. Looming over me while he took me. He licked at my neck before sucking on the sensitive skin. I knew there was going to be a mark there later, but I didn't fucking care. Actually, it made this whole experience hotter. 

"Tell me how good it feels, Grant."

When I opened my mouth to speak, he went even deeper, causing me to gasp and moan at the same time. 

"Tell me," he demanded. 

"Fucking amazing. I want...fuck. I want more."

He reached around again and started stroking me. "You want this?" he breathed against my neck. 

"Yes," I moaned as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. 

I've had amazing sex before. Only with Logan, sure, but this—this was more than that. After the talk we had earlier, it felt like we were moving towards something. Something real. My chest tightened with an emotion I wasn't comfortable admitting. Instead, I closed my eyes and concentrated only on the pleasure that Logan gave me. 

It was almost too much to handle. The feeling of him thrusting inside me as he worked his hand over my dick. I could feel that tingling sensation crawl down my spine before it gathered at the base. I was so fucking close to orgasm. I opened my eyes briefly and saw one of my shirts on the bed. I reached out, grabbed it and held it in front of me. 

Logan sped up his thrusts, pounding into me like he was going to die if he stopped. I could hear his breathless pants blow across my skin as his own release started to build. His free hand gripped my waist tighter. 

"Come for me, Grant."

"Fuck. Logan..." 

My release was fast and powerful. It felt like it went on forever as it ruined my shirt I had pressed against myself. Like a lit of other things, I didn't fucking care. Once I was spent, Logan gave a deep chuckle.  The hand that had been stroking me was now gripping my shoulder. Pulling my body back and forth to his never-ending thrusts. He was still hard and full inside me.

My arms felt like JELL-O underneath me, and I didn't know how I was still holding myself up. It didn't take him long to finish. He yelled my name when his body lost control and he filled the condom. I felt it when he dropped his head to the middle of my back. My mind still seemed to be on vacation somewhere. Logan mumbled something that I couldn't make out. 

"What?" I asked breathlessly. 

I felt him shake his head. "Nothing." 

After a few minutes of recovery time, Logan pulled out of me. While he disposed of the used condom, I threw the ruined shirt in the same waste basket before I fell on my back on the bed. I closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath. 

I felt the bed dip under Logan's weight as he stretched out beside me. I didn't even open my eyes. I couldn't. Like my body, my eyelids felt like they weighed a ton. I've never been so spent after sex in my life. 

"Well?" he asked quietly. "How was it for you?"

I could picture the way he was laying right now. On his side. Elbow bent with his head resting in his hand. I didn't need to see him to know. I just did. 

My cheeks hurt from the smile I was sporting. "If you need me to answer that, we have some real problems." 

Logan chuckled before a comfortable silence hung between us. I could feel myself getting more sleepy by the second. Then I felt Logan's hand brush my hair back from my face. He did that a few times. I loved the way it felt when he played with my hair. 

"How about a shower?" 

A shower sounded fantastic right now. "A hot one?"

"Of course."

I nodded my head. "Okay. Get it started and I'll meet you there."

When I didn't feel Logan get out of the bed, I turned my head towards him. His eyes roamed over my face with adoration. It actually made me want to turn away. I wasn't used to that. He leaned forward and gave me a deep kiss. His tongue stroked mine slowly and I sighed into him. 

"You pretty amazing. You know that right?"

I laughed against his lips. I was wondering if he was going to say that. "You always say that after sex."

"Just take the compliment." 

I laughed at his repeated words. He got up from the bed and my eyes tracked him as he walked naked to the door. He turned to look at me and gave me a smile that made me want to call him back to this bed. 

"See you in a minute?"

"Yeah. I'll be right there."

Once he was gone, I tried to muster up enough energy to get off the bed. I closed my eyes while everything that just happened replayed in my mind. Is that how it felt for Logan when we had sex before? If so, then it made sense why he seemed so exhausted after. Great sex did that to you. Maybe we could do this more often. Switch from top to bottom. He didn't seem to mind. 

I continued to lay there with my eyes closed. I thought about what it felt like when he came. Or when he whispered something after. What did he say? I wanted to ask him, but I—

My eyes snapped open. When it happened, I was out of my mind with lust. Now, not so much. Now, I knew exactly what he whispered against my skin after he finished...

"I love you..."

I guess Logan thought Grant didn't hear him...oops! What did we all think of this chapter? And how do we think Grant's going to react to those three little words? Tell me in the comments! Thanks for reading 🖤