Page 116 of Sapphire Sunset

“Come here,” Logan said.

Connor closed the distance, unsure of exactly what Logan hadplanned.

When he was within easy reach, Logan reached out and cuppedConnor’s tightening balls. Then, in an instant, Logan had swallowed Connor’scock to the root, sucking him the same way he’d fucked him the nightbefore—hard and thrusting, confident and intense. Only then, amidst the head-spinning,bone-melting bliss, did it occur to Connor they’d been together many times nowand this was the first time Logan had taken Connor into his mouth. Perhaps thenatural result of Connor’s submissive nature, of his yearning desire to hit hisknees when aroused. Or maybe he’d secretly feared Logan would be averse to theact in some restrictive, top-only way. He wasn’t. Not in the slightest. Therewas a moment when Connor thought Logan might finish him off right there, Connorstanding next to the bed still half dressed, with Logan on his side, mostlynaked beneath the sheets, as if Connor had furtively snuck into the room and beenovertaken by a bedridden patient whose movement restrictions didn’t apply tohis mouth and arms. And desire.

Logan released Connor’s cock, letting the head slip free ofhis slick lips with a proud little pop. “Get on me.”

Again, no growls or overdone playacting. Just a series of firmcommands.

Connor went to unbutton his shirt.

“No,” Logan said, “get on me. Now.”

Logan drew back the sheet and pushed down his boxers,exposing a giant cock that had been brought to fullness by the taste ofConnor’s pre-cum. Connor straddled him, easing back onto Logan’s hardness untilit was sandwiched between his cheeks, and savored the delicious feelings ofthose veins, that skin. Dreamed of the day when he could have it without a barrierbetween. Dreamed of what that would mean. Several more rungs above justsleeping together, several rungs above a fling. A ladder leading to a heavenConnor had glimpsed years before, a heaven stolen by his bastard uncle.

With one arm, Logan opened the nightstand drawer. With hisother, he reached up and cupped Connor’s chin in his powerful hand.

“You’re going to look into my eyes while I fuck you,” hesaid.

An easy, confident proclamation that brokered no question,no doubt. No hesitation. Connor felt his entrance clench in delicious anticipation.No other man had ever been able to induce a response down there with his voice,with his words. With hunger-filled instructions.

Connor nodded as much as he could in Logan’s grip. He wantedto wait, to give Logan all the control, but he couldn’t stop himself fromsliding his ass slowly up and down Logan’s throbbing, pre-cum slickened cock,the rhythm of his abandon taking control of his hips, his thighs, his entrance.A groan escaped him.

“The minute you look away, I stop,” Logan said. “Because I wantto see everything that’s going through your head while I’m inside you. All ofit. So if you want it, you have to look into my eyes.”

He was so wildly eager to have Logan inside him, Connorsignaled his consent by bringing their noses together, staring into Logan’seyes from inches away. He listened to the familiar shred of foil wrapper, thesquirt of lube. Then Logan’s slick fingers arrived at his entrance, steadilyprobing him, opening him, prepping him. Going deep, finding the right nerves.Grazing, stroking, prodding. As he did all of it, Logan met his own challenge,gazing into Connor’s eyes as he made him helplessly ready.

Then it was time.

Only when the moment of entrance came did Connor realizewhat a challenge it would be. Letting someone enter him had always required aretreat to some private mental space, especially someone as big and powerful asLogan Murdoch. A place of deep breathing and maybe some fantasy too, all of itmeant to distract from the initial, fiery pain. But this time, he had Logan’sdark eyes to anchor him, Logan’s fearless, adoring stare. His absolutecommitment to drinking in the sight of every emotion coursing through Connor’sexpression, adjusting in response. The familiar sensations came in quicksuccession—the initial spasm of resistance that always seemed to suggest he’dnever yield, intensifying, worsening, burning, and then, miraculously, thefirst moment of give—a moment Connor could never experience without letting outa high-pitched, unguarded, and more than a little feminine cry. And a moment, which,in the past, had always made Connor feel briefly and utterly alone, even when hewas wrapped in someone’s arms. Before now, all sex had been like that. Theentry was an isolating event, and the eventual union, the coupling—the trueconnection—required a gradual return brought by the first steady thrusts of hispartner.

It wasn’t that way now. It wasn’t that way with Logan. Hewas here with Logan for every stab of pain, every spasm of surrender. Logan waswatching him, caressing him, learning him. Offering no judgment or commentaryon what this blissful and wanted invasion required of Connor’s body, of hismind, of his spirit.

“That’s it, baby,” Logan whispered. “That’s my boy. That’s myprince.”

At these words, a sudden blend of gentle and firm, both radiusesof resistance inside Connor gave way, and suddenly he was full of Logan. Spearedand anchored.

Logan began to thrust, once, twice. Then Connor rocked backto meet his thrusts, and Logan seemed to realize it was better to let Connortake control, let Connor’s rocking draw them toward the blissful edge. Now itwas Logan’s face that transformed, Logan’s expression that became a storm ofemotions. Hunger turning to bliss. Aggression turning to submission. The topbecoming the slave to the bottom’s passion.

Connor knew he wouldn’t last long. Not in this position, andnot given Logan’s size. Both these things conspired to hit all the right anglesinside of him. Pain had turned to a throbbing heat that consumed his thighs,his knees, his lower back. Soon it would sweep his entire body. But he kept hispromise, gazing into Logan’s eyes. There was recognition there, a realizationthat Logan’s commands had ultimately given Connor more power over him than he’dexpected.

“Logan…”

“Yeah?”

“Not going to last…much longer.”

“Good. I want to see it. I want to look into your eyes whileyou cum.”

“Logan…”

Logan sensed it, felt it, knew it was coming. He kept his handon Connor’s chin, and with the other he reached up and gripped the top of Connor’shead. He must have been remembering how Connor had thrown his head back duringhis moment of ecstasy the night before, and he wanted to secure it in place asthey approached another. Logan Murdoch wanted to be damn sure that even in themidst of a wild orgasmic thrall, Connor couldn’t look away.

“Can I?” Connor asked breathlessly, unable to finish thesentence. Logan glanced down and saw Connor had seized his own cock in onehand.

“Yeah, baby. You can. You can as long as you look into myeyes.”

Connor obeyed. Staring, gazing, revealing. Stroking.

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