Page 132 of The Lost and the Found

His fists tightened around me. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice gravelly and low.

I knew his control was slipping, and I smiled against his lips. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first time you did it for me.”

And that was the truth. Logan never pushed this, and I knew it was because he didn’t want to push me too hard on things he thought might make me uncomfortable.

So even though I had received oral sex from him, I’d never actually gave it to him before, too shy to voice my desires and too insecure to take the lead.

But that wasn’t the case any longer. I felt pretty secure of my position in Logan’s life. We lived together, for crying out loud.

He wouldn’t be able to get rid of me that easily.

“Are you with me?” I asked with a smile, noticing the glazed look in his eyes.

He fisted my hair and pulled back, tilting my head up a little. Then he devoured my lips like a man starved. He gently pushed me against the wall by the door, until I had nowhere to go. Trapped between the wall and Logan’s big body. When he pulled away, his breathing was noticeably labored. “You know I don’t expect you to do this, right?”

I smiled. “I know. But I want to. Just the thought of taking you in my mouth is turning me on.”

He groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “God, you drive me crazy.”

“And hopefully I’ll drive you even more crazy in the next, ah, ten minutes or so.”

I winked and pulled away from Logan, my hands moving down to the waistband of his jeans. I unbuttoned them, and he sucked in a sharp breath. When I got the zipper down, I knelt in front of him, pulling his jeans down as well. Logan kicked them away from us.

“You have to tell me what you like,” I said when his cock sprang free from the confinement of his boxer briefs. I licked my lips, my mouth watering as I caught sight of the pre-cum leaking from the tip.

I had only done this with Sebastian, but he didn’t have Logan’s stamina. Plus, Sebastian was easy to please, and I knew a lot of it had to do with his age and inexperienced.

Logan was a different story, and I really wanted to please him.

Logan’s hand went back to my hair, pulling a little, and I looked up at him. “Take me in your mouth, baby. As much as you can take without gagging.”

I did as he asked, humming around the tip before taking him in my mouth. Logan braced one hand on the wall, his eyes closed and his mouth open in a breathless, voiceless gasp.

I loved it.

I sucked harder, loving his reaction more than I loved the taste of him. I knew why girls gave head. Because even on my knees, I was the one with the power. I smiled when he opened his eyes and took me in. Then I took him deeper, and Logan moved his hips, thrusting in and out of my mouth.

Logan fisted my hair, pulling at it to the point of pain, but I didn’t care. I wanted this. I wanted more.

I knew he probably received blowjobs from other girls with way more experience than me, but I also knew I was the only one he loved that had given it to him. And that made this special.

“Jesus, Hayden. I’m going to come. If you don’t want me to blow in your mouth, you have to move, baby.”

I didn’t move. I grabbed the base with one hand, cupping his balls with the other.

“Holy hell,” he hissed out.

His hands tightened around my hair. I felt him swell, and knew he was coming.

Logan shouted my name when he came. I didn’t think he was even aware of doing it, and that made it so much hotter.

I quickly swallowed, sucking a little afterward to drag his orgasm out as long as possible, until Logan’s big body sagged forward. The only thing keeping him from falling to the ground was the wall, and I was drenched.

I was drenched… and he hadn’t even touched me.

When I looked back up at him, Logan’s eyes were open and on me, and there was just something about this moment that made everything I had done for him worth it.

He hooked his arms under my armpits and pulled me up, until my back was against the wall. “How was that?” I asked softly.

He leaned down and kissed me. I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of his soft lips contrasting against his rough, stubbled jawline. “Can you not tell?”

I smiled coyly. “I thought it went rather well.”

His smile widened. “More than that, baby. More than that. In fact, I don’t think I can feel my legs anymore. You might need to carry me to bed.

I placed both hands on his chest and pushed. His eyes twinkled playfully when he feigned stumbling back. He grabbed me just before he fell onto the bed, me on top of him, while I giggled like a schoolgirl. Logan embraced me tightly in his strong arms.

Happiness.

This was what true happiness must feel like.

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