Page 97 of Sapphire Sunset

“Oh, so you’re making me compete with a sex toy?”

“Not at all. When someone names his favorite dildo after youwhen they only rubbed against you for a few minutes five years ago, that’s,like, the highest praise a power bottom can give you.”

“Is it now?” More long, lip-tugging kisses.

“Please, Logan. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

Logan laughed under his breath and gripped the back ofConnor’s head so he could draw his face away enough to gaze into his hungryblue eyes.

“Where do you want it?” Logan asked.

“Everywhere,” Connor whispered.

One hand on Connor’s shoulder, Logan pushed him to hisknees, something he’d done a dozen times with a dozen different guys, all ofwhom had wanted him to play the tough, commanding Marine. But he’d never beenso dazzled by the sight of someone’s bare ass sticking out as he hit thedebauched prayer position that meant Logan was about to get serviced. He’dnever run his fingers quite so deeply and thoroughly through the hair of anyonewho’d ever taken him into his mouth. Never felt a partner’s body become a presence,a force. A name and a feeling and a history and a possible future.

Connor gave Logan’s pants a hard tug, then several shorter,teasing ones as soon as they cleared the target area. Slowly, Connor ran one handover the furious bulge painfully encased in Logan’s briefs, then with a look ofdelight in his eyes, he pulled the briefs down, laughing gently when Logan’sachingly hard cock plopped free of its prison, revealing the kind of throbbing,unstoppable erection Logan hadn’t given rise to since he was nineteen. WhenConnor gripped the base of Logan’s shaft, shivers raced through Logan’s body,then, at Connor’s first skillful strokes, his legs tremored.

Connor took his time discovering Logan’s length and his girth,expertly, slowly. It looked like he was marveling at it, which made Logan feelboth hungry and proud. Connor traced the veins with his fingers, his nose,then, finally, mercifully, his tongue. He’d had no idea Connor was thisleisurely a lover. Before they’d been rushed, and before that, interrupted. Nowtime was theirs. The cave was theirs. The night was theirs.

In almost no time, with that male intuition and familiaritythat can make sex between two men earth shattering, Connor’s tongue found themost sensitive spot on Logan’s cock, on the front and underside of the head. Hefocused his ministrations there, slow and studious, suckling as he worked theshaft with one hand. Logan didn’t want to tear his eyes away from the sight ofConnor’s beautiful work, but it was so intense, his head rolled back on hisneck despite himself. Amazing the way Connor managed to give so much pleasurewith moves that looked so leisurely and gentle. Sometimes a blowjob, no matterhow active and skillful, felt like the other person fulfilling an obligation.Rarely did it feel like your cock was being savored, consumed.Loved.

The pulse of this word through his mind stiffened himfurther, but the rest of his body felt like he was turning boneless thanks toConnor’s soft lips, expert tongue, and stroking hand. And he realized it wasn’tthose things melting him inside, it was the thing that united all of thosethings—Connor’s hunger set free. Connor worked Logan’s body the same way he dideverything else: with fearlessness, dedication, and passion.

The surf pounded outside the cave’s entrance. The ocean gurgledunder their feet and into the cave around them, and along with Connor’s devotedpassion, all these elements combined to make him feel like he and Connor, inthis moment, at least, really were the only two people in the world, somethinghe’d never felt during sex in his entire life even though he’d heard plenty ofsongs about it.

It wasn’t the cave of his memories. It was the cave of now,of here, of yes.

“Connor…” he heard himself say.

Connor rose to his feet, lips meeting Logan’s gasping mouthsuddenly. He ran his hands up under the flaps of Logan’s untucked dress shirt,undoing buttons until he had Logan’s right nipple in between thumb andforefinger. He twisted it until Logan’s back arched from the rush of pleasure.His cock jerked and bobbed in response.

“There we go,” Connor whispered.

Connor bent down and closed his lips, then his teeth, aroundthe nipple he’d turned into a hard bud of pleasure. Sucked it, then bit downgently until he got the same response from every nerve in Logan’s body and morequick throbbing growth in Logan’s cock.

“There wego,” Connor said again, sounding evenmore excited this time.

This time he lavished the nipple with his tongue, alternatingbetween sucking and biting. Kissing his way over to the other, repeating the sameactions, producing the same blissful result. He released Logan’s cock, devotingboth hands to the fireworks show he was setting off in Logan’s chest.“Someone’s got sensitive nipples,” he said.

“Someone’s doing things there no one’s ever done before.”

“I doubt that, baby. You seem like a man with experience.”

“I have experience with the moves,” Logan whispered, saw theintensity in his tone had silenced Connor, and brought his eyes to his again.“But you’re giving me a lot more than moves.”

“How’s that?” Connor whispered.

“Because it’s you.” Logan kissed him back, gently this time.“You’re giving me you.”

Connor’s surrender escaped in a stuttering, throaty groan,then he gave a lingering kiss that Logan tried to return. Which was difficult.Connor’s expert nipple work was making him gasp for breath.

But it was a reward, this kiss, so Logan worked to receiveit. A reward for keeping the vow he’d made to himself with all thosemeaningless hookups. He’d reserved this intimacy for the one he truly wanted toshare it with, and now, as a result, Connor’s lips tasted sweet and precious.

They were both breathless now, so Connor smoothed Logan’shair from his forehead, studied him closely through the moonlight, and tracedthe bridge of his nose with a finger.

“You go back down there, and I’m gonna cum,” Logan said.

“That’s my plan, Lethal Weapon.”

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