Page 101 of Sapphire Sunset

Connor scooted backward onto the pillows until his upperback was resting against the upholstered headboard. He gripped the undersidesof his thighs, spreading his own bent legs. Logan had never seen anything likeit, the focus and determination, the eagerness with which Connor positionedhimself for him, rendering himself even more submissive in advance of Logan’sinvasion.

Logan started to rush through the tasks before him, tasks hecould do in his sleep, but which in this moment seemed more significant thanever before.

A thread of lube poured along his exposed cock. A few strokesto spread it. A pinch on the top of the condom to make sure air didn’t getcaptured, then several strokes to roll it down his shaft. He knew he was big,always had been, and that meant he needed to exert extra effort in this department.Make sure the condom was both snug and as far down his shaft as it would unroll.

He was so turned on, so damn hard, he was worried thesequick tasks might make him blow for the second time in two hours.

But he held on, held on until he was gripping the top of theheadboard with one hand, lowering himself down over Connor’s heat. Connor’seyes were wide and wild, sweaty chest heaving with breaths, as Logan guided hiscock into him. Slowly, carefully. There was the first wince, the first gasp,sounds that usually took him briefly out of the moment because they meant painand adjustment. But coming from Connor, they meant something differententirely. They meant,Finally.

“Logan.” A note of surprise in the way he said his name. Asif Logan pressing into him revealed an entirely new dimension of the man he’dalready extensively explored with his fingers, lips, and tongue. Connor rockedhis hips back, raising more of his ass to meet the long, slow penetration. Whenhis hands went to Logan’s chest, Logan thought he might be trying to slow himdown, but Connor wasn’t. His fingers found Logan’s nipples instead and went towork. The rocking motion in Connor’s ass, Logan realized, was about taking himin deeper, swallowing even more of him.

“You’re so big,” he whispered, “you’re so fucking big, and Iwant all of you.”

“Good,’causeyou’re going to getevery goddamn inch.”

Chewing his lip, Connor grunted, but Logan could tell heneeded more time. More time to adjust, to connect, to relax around him. ThatConnor was this tight, that Connor needed the time delighted him, filled himwith proprietary hunger.

Logan, it seemed, was one of the biggest men he’d evertaken, if not the biggest.

And the last,and by God, I’m going to be thelast.

Connor’s eyes fluttered open, his breaths becoming steadierand deeper. He grabbed the hand Logan was using to brace himself against thepillows and brought Logan’s fingers to his mouth, kissing them, sucking them.All signs the initial pain of entry was receding, allowing desire to surge.

“You ready, baby?” Logan asked.

“So fucking ready,” Connor whispered.

And then it was the slow build, the magical build. And thesounds Connor made, stuttering groans blended with soft cries, indicating paingiving way to the satisfying scratch of a profound and hard to reach itch. Connorrocked his hips back further, surrendering totally now. His nostrils flaring,his breaths were now as deep and hard as Logan’s strokes. It was clear Connorhad given himself over to him, lost himself completely in the fuck. Allresistance had left him, and Logan’s powerful thrusts were jostling hisseemingly boneless body against the tangle of soft, silken bedding. It was asif Connor Harcourt’s spine had melted, and the center of his poise and hispower now came from Logan’s thrusts.

Even though Connor went silent, Logan could feel itsapproach. Could see its imminent arrival in the way Connor’s bright pink cockjerked wildly. Could sense from the sudden, deceptive calm that settled overConnor that he was trying to pull himself back from the brink. But the long,throaty groan that slipped from his mouth indicated he was failing.

“Logan, I’m going to cum.” He said it quickly, painfully, asif ashamed.

“Damn right you are. Damn right you’re going to fucking cum,Connor Harcourt.”

“Logan.” A cry now, a cry that had a trace of almost everyemotion Connor was capable of.

That’s when Logan realized what was really driving Connor’ssense of astonishment tinged with alarm. The first gush of seed seemed like aspill, then it was followed by several quick jets, and all of it erupted fromConnor without him lifting either of his balled fists from the bed. Logan hadnever seen this in real life—in porn films once or twice—but never with his owntwo eyes. It was the stuff of legends. A hands-free orgasm. And it was happeningto Connor. It was happening to Connor because of Logan.

Maybe Connor always came this way when he was gettingfucked, or maybe Logan had truly done something rare and often impossible,something no man had ever done to Connor before. The question alone swampedLogan in a wave of pleasure that made his vision blur. Even as he kept thrusting,even as he kept studying the delicious sight of Connor’s blissful thrall, Loganrealized he was about to have a first of his own.

He was erupting inside of another man for the first time.

He didn’t have to pull out first. Didn’t have to whip the condomoff and do the obligatory jerk session as they both tried to make it feel hotand inspired, and not like the utilitarian finish it would have been. He wasemptying himself inside of Connor, filling the condom with heat, bellowing ashe did so. A feeling so intense that when he finally caught his breath, he hadto look down to be sure he and Connor hadn’t flown apart into a pile of limbs.

But Connor was gazing up at him, his satisfied smile drowsywith bliss. When he opened his arms, Logan sank into him slowly, and for awhile they lay together. Exhausted, emptied, blissfully entangled.

“Don’t move,” Connor whispered. “Please, don’t move. Need tofeel this.”

Logan felt something brush against the small of his back,realized it was Connor lacing his ankles together and resting them there.

“You’re still hard,” Connor whispered. “Still feels good,’causeyou’re still so hard.”

Logan tried to say something back but couldn’t find words aspowerful as his urge to taste Connor’s lips. And he loved that. Loved thatConnor had emptied him of words and cool, rational thoughts.

“It’s going to hurt to walk tomorrow,” Connor said, “and I’mgoing to love every step.”

Connor remembered a quick trip to thebathroom to clean himself up, then sliding back into bed to discover that Loganhad turned down the covers, shut off most of the lights, and was waiting topull him into a drowsy embrace with one powerful arm. He’d snuggled into Logan’scomforting bulk, preparing to summon some intimate, gentle words that conveyedhow thoroughly and wonderfully fucked he felt.

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