He dipped his face down closer to me again and I turned my head to the side, leaning over to kiss the side of his neck, his pale skin so fucking soft it was unfair. I took his earlobe into my mouth, gently biting it.
And he let out a lurid, impossibly sexy moan, making my cock absolutely fucking rock hard in the span of about two seconds. He was pressed so close to me as he straddled my lap that I knew he must be able to feel my cock through my sweatpants, but it definitely didn’t seem like he minded. He sank his ass down onto my lap, tantalizing me. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought Logan must have known exactly what he was doing.
His back was arching under my hands, and he made that impossibly perfect sound again as I moved to bite his other earlobe.
“Why the hell does that feel so good?” he whispered, still pressing down onto me.
“Can’t feel as good as you grinding onto my lap, Logan,” I whispered close to his ear.
“Sorry,” he said. “Can’t help it.”
“And I love it,” I said.
He leaned back, looking me right in the eyes. “I… I want to have a hookup,” he declared, so boldly and confidently that it took me by complete surprise.
I smiled, a small, sharp laugh escaping my lips. I squeezed his hips, my cock standing at attention more than ever.
“Is that right?”
The familiar pink blush appeared on his cheeks as he looked down at me, his eyes still wide. I could feel his every breath beneath my palms.
“Oh, God, you’re laughing at me,” he said, his voice barely audible. “I am so bad at this.”
“Hey,” I said, sitting up straighter under him, reaching my face up to nuzzle against his. “That’s not why I laughed.”
There was a desperate plea in his eyes as he looked down at me. “I told you I wanted to hook up with you and you laughed. That’s not exactly what a guy wants to hear.”
“I laughed because it was unexpected,” I said. I started to rub my palms slowly up the sides of his back, in deep, long strokes up and down. “Yesterday you were afraid to flirt, and now you want to dive into a hookup? You don’t have to do that just for me, you know.”
He swallowed. “I have to admit something to you.”
“Anything,” I said.
“I’m not very experienced,” he said, his lashes dipping low before he met my eyes again. “It’s embarrassing. But the reason I don’t know what I’m doing is because I’ve never really done any of… this before.”
I leaned forward and gently pressed a kiss to his collarbone. “Are you trying to tell me you’re a virgin, Logan?”
“God. Don’t say it like that,” he said. “But… yes.”
“You realize there is no shame in that, right?” I said. “I know it feels like everyone’s doing it, but that’s not true.”
He groaned. “You sound like some sort of counselor now. This is why I should have just kept it secret.”
“No, no,” I said. “If you want the real, honest-to-god truth, I think it’s really fucking hot.”
He looked at me like I was nuts. “There is no way that’s true.”
“It’s is,” I said. “You don’t even want to know how much first-time porn I’ve watched.”
He just watched me for a few moments, like he was trying to figure me out. Like he couldn’t really process what I was saying. I watched something build up inside him, and in another minute, he leaned forward a little, reaching out to put a palm on my chest.
“I’m tired of it,” he said. “I’m tired of being inexperienced. It doesn’t need to be anything special. It doesn’t have to mean anything. You’ve done all of this before. You’re a playboy. You’re probably great in bed. I just want to get it over with.”
My heart sank a little as I listened to what he was saying.
It made me a little sad, honestly.
Logan was incredible. He was so worried about never having had sex before even though we were still only twenty-one. And he seemed convinced that all I could ever want was unattached, meaningless sex.
...I knew I was the reason I had that reputation, too.
For so long, that was all I wanted. After the gossip blogs had gone crazy last time I was in a real relationship, I swore them off. I fashioned myself as someone who wasn’t going to fall for anybody. I loved being with other guys, but I didn’t want to let myself fall for anybody.
It was no wonder Logan thought I was that kind of guy.
“Logan,” I said, “you deserve more than just a get-it-over-with first time.”
He sighed. “I thought you might say that.”
“Sometimes people do just want to get it over with and be done with it. But I have a feeling you usually care about it a little bit more than you do right now, right?”