Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Would he wake up? Or would he keep sleeping? Maybe if Logan was really careful, Andrew wouldn’t even find out about it until the morning when he’d find dried come on his ass. Or maybe he would wake up, but Logan wouldn’t stop, forcing him to be still as he thrust his cock between Andrew’s thighs. Logan was bigger and stronger than he was. Andrew wouldn’t be able to stop him. Logan could do whatever he wanted to him, and Andrew wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. Logan might force him to suck his cock, which would be disgusting, but Andrew would have to do it; he’d have no choice.
A small sound snapped him out of his thoughts.
It took Andrew a moment to realize that he was the one who’d made the sound.
“If you’re going to jerk off, go do it outside,” Logan said.
Andrew flushed. What—
Wait, his hand was palming his cock through his shorts.
Andrew frowned, unsure when it had even happened. He was hard, for no reason. Well, it had been months since the last time he’d gotten off, and it probably made sense that his libido was returning. He was a healthy man in the prime of his life. His body had needs, and it didn’t care that this was the unsexiest situation he’d ever been in and that mentally he wasn’t exactly in the mood.
“I’m not going outside when it’s pouring,” he said in his most confident, contrary tone. Offense was the best defense, after all. “I’ll jerk off wherever I damn please.”
Behind him, Logan breathed out through his gritted teeth—at least it sounded like it. Andrew could practically see it: the way Logan’s firm jaw clenched, his dark eyes glowering at the back of Andrew’s head.
“Don’t you have any shame?”
Andrew’s face was warm. He hadn’t exactly intended to jerk off in Logan’s presence, but it wasn’t like he could backtrack now without making it look like he was doing as Logan said.
“It’s a natural physical need,” Andrew said in his most nonchalant voice as he palmed his cock. “Close your eyes and stop eavesdropping, you perv.”
Logan laughed harshly. “It’s not eavesdropping when it’s happening right here.”
“Does it really bother you? That’s rich coming from a guy who didn’t mind another guy groping him on a plane.”
Logan had nothing to say to that, and Andrew smiled, pleased that he’d had the last word. He pulled his shorts down and nearly gasped as his hand finally closed around his erection. Fuck, it felt good. He’d forgotten that he could feel good at all.
Biting his bottom lip to keep himself from making any sounds, Andrew started stroking his cock, acutely aware of the other man’s body behind him. The rain drummed outside, and the primitive sound somehow just made him hornier. To his surprise, he didn’t feel embarrassed at all. Maybe he’d just gotten used to Logan always being around lately. Maybe he was just out of fucks to give. Or maybe he wanted to annoy the hell out of Logan. It didn’t matter. It felt good.
He turned onto his back and started stroking himself faster, his pre-come making it easier, the slick sound of a hand moving on a cock unmistakable in the silence. He kept his eyes shut, but he could feel Logan to his right, could hear his harsh breathing.
“I could fucking strangle you right now,” Logan bit off.
A thrill shot through his body. Andrew moaned, quickening his strokes. “Keep your sick fantasies to yourself,” he said breathlessly.
“You’re such a little shit,” Logan said, sounding pissed. There was some rustling, and then there was the sound of flesh moving against flesh.
Andrew’s eyes snapped open.
It was too dark in the shelter to see anything clearly, but he could make out Logan’s hand moving…
Fuck.
Andrew slammed his eyes shut. It didn’t matter. He didn’t actually see anything. He could pretend it wasn’t happening—that Logan wasn’t stroking his cock a few inches away from him.
Gross. The mere idea… of Logan’s large hand fisting that fat cock—it was disgusting. Utterly disgusting. Positively sickening.
Another moan left his lips, his hand working his cock faster.
“Shut up,” Logan said gruffly.
Andrew scowled. Just to be contrary, he became louder, allowing himself to make noises. Screw Logan. Screw him. Ugh, he couldn’t stand him. He hated him so much. What a fucking hypocrite. He’d berated Andrew for being shameless, but now he was getting himself off, probably imagining shutting him up with his cock—stuffing that thick cock into Andrew’s mouth and forcing him to gag on it, choke on his jizz and—
The orgasm caught him off guard. Andrew moaned, stroking himself through it until he became oversensitive.
He panted, his other hand running all over his chest and arm, trying to comfort himself and not crash too hard. He’d always liked being held after sex. It had actually been the favorite part of his sex life with Vivian. She was—had been—amazing at making him feel good afterward. God, he missed her. She would have hugged him and stroked his hair, she would have told him how good he had been for her. She would have—