Just a Bit Wrecked (Straight Guys 11)

He thrust and thrust and thrust, his fingers digging into Andrew’s hipbones, holding him still as he took his pleasure. The other man was quiet at first—or at least was trying to be—but soon enough the occasional muffled whimpers and gasps turned into continuous moans that grew progressively louder. Fuck, he was a slut for it, his hips gyrating on Logan’s cock as if he had been born for it. And the infuriating part was, Andrew was still trying to pretend he wasn’t loving this. “Stop—ah—don’t—ah fuck!”

It made Logan absolutely crazy with a mix of want and rage. He shoved Andrew onto his hands and knees and slammed back into him. Andrew keened, lifting his ass higher, pushing back onto his cock.

“Still want me to stop?” he growled into Andrew’s ear, fucking him from behind, hard and fast.

“Yes—ah—no—don’t—harder.”

Logan bit him on the shoulder and fucked him harder. The bed was squeaking under them, the headboard banging against the wall, the noises leaving their mouths completely inhuman now. Like animals rutting together, for the sake of sating their instincts, a primitive need that couldn’t be denied.

Logan had no idea how long it lasted. He was only vaguely aware of Andrew coming first, untouched, just from his cock—and fuck, the mere thought was like a powerful aphrodisiac, and Logan came, too, with a loud groan that would have been embarrassing in any other circumstances.

He fell on top of Andrew, burying his face in his damp nape. He breathed deeply. Mine. It was bliss. He’d never felt better in his life.

He drifted off, still buried inside him.

Chapter 18

The first rays of morning sun filtered in through the curtains.

Andrew stared at them unseeingly.

There was a heavy arm wrapped around his waist. There was a firm male body behind him, pressed flush against his back. A warm breath was tickling the sensitive skin at his nape.

All of it was so familiar and—God help him—comforting. Andrew had woken up half an hour ago but still hadn’t managed to force himself to pull out of Logan’s arms. Every cell of his body seemed to sing with contentment, his traitorous body refusing to part from its other half. Its other half. Jesus fucking Christ. His own thoughts freaked him out. Though his thoughts still weren’t as freaky as the fact that he had let another man stick his cock into his ass and make him come so hard that he’d blacked out and slept like the proverbial baby.

Logan’s cock was still in his ass. And it was hard again.

He had another man’s erection in his ass.

Andrew’s brain kept fixating on that, hysteria bubbling in his chest. Rationally, he knew there wasn’t much of a difference between being fucked in the mouth and being fucked in the ass—both acts should have been equally wrong, and yet… taking it up the ass seemed more… final. More emasculating. Andrew could explain away his need to suck Logan’s cock with a need for comfort, with some kind of weird Stockholm Syndrome thing, but this… This was far worse. He hadn’t allowed Logan to fuck him even back on the island. He had no excuse at all now.

He should get out of the bed before Logan woke up and got the wrong idea that Andrew had liked what he’d done to him.

The wrong idea? a voice said at the back of his mind snidely. As if you weren’t moaning like a slut when he fucked you?

Andrew blushed. Just remembering it made him shiver. Andrew glared down in betrayal at his erection and carefully tried to extract himself out of Logan’s arms. But all his squirming only managed to press Logan’s cock even deeper into him, bumping against his prostate. Andrew moaned and shoved his face into the pillow to muffle the noise. Fuck!

Logan mumbled something in his sleep and rolled them onto their stomachs. He stopped moving again and his breathing evened out, except now Andrew was completely pinned under his body, his hole speared on Logan’s hard cock.

God.

His traitorous cock seemed to only become harder, arousal and pleasure spreading through his body in warm waves. The feeling of being under Logan’s firm, heavy body, unable to move and utterly helpless, was doing something strange to him. It felt so achingly right, to be blocked from the rest of the world by Logan’s bulk, having him on him and around him, as if the two of them were the only thing that existed. And having Logan inside him, on the deepest level one could have a man, it was… it did things to him. It fed the needy, hungry thing inside him. He wanted more.

When did you turn into such a cock slut?

Andrew flushed, feeling embarrassed, confused, and irritated with himself, but fuck, it felt so good. Having a cock in his ass had no business feeling so good. A man shouldn’t want to be taken by another man. It was wrong. He shouldn’t want this. It was so damn pathetic. Logan was asleep, for fuck’s sake. Andrew shouldn’t want to move his hips and fuck himself on that fat cock—except it was exactly what he wanted. Shame washed over him. It was as though Logan had awoken an insatiable creature inside him, one that just wanted more, more, and more.