Dreaming of You (13 page)

“So what do you think?” Logan asked, smiling as he looked around his condo.

Cold, sterile, and eerily reminiscent of the serial killer’s apartment in
American Psycho
, I thought, as I looked at him and smiled. “It’s great, honey.”
Mental note: check all closets and pantries for chainsaws, axes, and various other weapons of death at first opportunity.

He held out his arms. “Get over here, you little scone.”

I walked over to him, desperately trying not to laugh. I took his hands, and he pulled me into him and kissed me. Goddamn, he’s a fantastic kisser, I thought as his tongue met mine. I wanted to die from sheer bliss as every inch of my skin tingled when he placed his lips onto mine. He pulled away and looked over my face.

Logan ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “Hello, beautiful.”

“I missed you.” I looked over the face I hadn’t seen in weeks. His sharp blue eyes glistened in the light, and I reached up and ran my fingers over his strong leading-man jaw, feeling a tiny bit of stubble. “Sweetie…that whole calling me food thing isn’t really working for me.”

“No good, huh?” he asked, nodding with a smile.

I shook my head, scrunching up my nose.

“Got it.” He lightly kissed me again. He pulled away and began inspecting my injury. “We should probably see about cleaning that up.”

He grabbed my hand and led me through a door on the west wall into his bedroom. The color on the walls looked like a darker, richer shade of the color in the living area, and it came complete with its own window wall with another door leading out onto the balcony. The bed was massive, a California king, I guessed, with a stainless steel-looking headboard. There was a small sitting area up front by the windows, and the standard miscellaneous bedroom furniture filling out the rest of the room. We walked through the room, dropping my bags, and I followed him into a huge bathroom.

He flipped on the lights, walked me over to the toilet, and sat me down on the lid. It was brightly lit with industrial-looking fixtures. The same stainless steel cabinets made up the long vanity with dark granite countertops and double sinks. A huge walk-in shower on the opposite wall had the same dark slate tile as the floor. There were multiple showerheads coming out of two opposite walls, as well as a large one dropping down from overhead. A long teak bench ran along the back of the shower, and it was enclosed with glass walls and a glass door. The shower looked fantastic until I pictured myself being drowned by all the water coming at me.

“Okay, let’s see here.” He turned around and walked over to a closet. Opening the door, he pulled out a white washcloth and my mouth fell open at the sight of this closet. It was meticulously organized with towels, hand towels, and washcloths, all white, neatly folded, and stacked in perfect rows. The bottles of various toiletries were sorted according to type, toilet paper and bars of soap, all methodically stored in their proper place. I smiled, thinking about my bathroom closet at home, stuffed full of shit with whatever happened to be put in last sitting in front. He must’ve thought I was a pig.

He pulled out a bottle of peroxide, a canister of cotton balls, and a Band-Aid, then set them on the counter next to the sink. Turning on the water, he washed his hands thoroughly, then wet down the washcloth. He was so sexy, looking all serious, I could hardly stand it. I checked out his ass in those jeans and began to feel myself getting hard. He picked up all the stuff from the counter, turned around, and walked back over to me. He straddled my legs and sat on my lap facing me. He placed the various objects on top of the toilet tank behind me and began gently pressing the cold washcloth over the bump on my forehead. I looked down and placed my hands on top of his legs, slowly inching them up his thighs. Logan was very meticulous, unfolding and folding the washcloth, then pressing it to my forehead again. As I began to get closer and closer to his crotch, a half smile appeared on his face and he looked me in the eyes.

“What exactly are you doing, sir?” he asked.

“Nuttin’,” I said, biting my lower lip.

“Liar.” He laughed, swatting my hand away. “Don’t distract me. I’m not wearing my boyfriend hat right now; I’m in nurse mode.”

Wait…did he just call me his boyfriend? No…he referred to himself as my boyfriend. Okay, dumb-ass…same thing
. “So, I’m your boyfriend?”

He stopped what he was doing and looked at me, not saying anything for a moment. “Why not? I haven’t been involved with anyone else since I met you five months ago. I think that constitutes a title of some sort.”

I smiled, realizing he’d just let me know he hadn’t been screwing around on the side. I’d wondered but had been too afraid to ask. “Well, that’s what you can call me then.”

“Huh?”

“Instead of food, just call me boyfriend. You don’t even have to use my name…just boyfriend.”

He smiled and shook his head. “You’re a cracker.”

“Ah…but I’m your cracker, and that’s really the point I’m trying to establish here.”

He reached behind me, fiddling with the objects. “Okay, boyfriend.” He lifted a cotton ball in front of my face. “This is going to sting a little.”

I winced as he dabbed it over the cut. He lifted it and leaned in, blowing lightly over my forehead. He turned and tossed the cotton ball in the trash can and reached behind me once again and retrieved a Band-Aid. He ripped open the paper, discarded it, and lightly placed the Band-Aid on my forehead. He looked me over, inspecting his work, and I reached forward and started rubbing the front of his jeans. He smiled slightly and closed his eyes as I leaned in, kissing him. I began lightly pinching his nipple through his shirt with my free hand, and he let out a soft moan. That was pretty much the end of nurse mode.

I undid his belt as our tongues worked over one another. He placed his hands on my shoulders and massaged them, sending tingles down my body. I pulled his shirt out from under the waistband of his jeans, and he lifted his arms, allowing me to pull it off. I planted kisses all over his hard bare chest, lightly licking as I moved to his nipple, taking it in my mouth. He moaned and shoved his hand down, rubbing the front of my jeans, working over my hard cock. I thrust my hips forward, nibbling the now-hard nipple with my teeth.

“If you only knew how much I’ve missed you, Aden.”

I looked up at him and softly kissed him again. He stood up off my lap and held out his hand. I took it, and he led me back into the bedroom to the bed. We undressed one another, exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths. He shoved me down on the bed and climbed on top of me, putting his mouth onto mine. I wrapped my arms around him and ran a hand up into his hair while the other ran down the center of his back. He felt so good with his full weight pressing down on me. I wanted him to swallow me whole, to be a part of him.

He pulled his mouth away, running his fingers over my swollen lips. I watched his eyes run intently over every inch of my face as if trying to map it out.

“I love you,” I said, as his eyes met mine.

“I hope so”—he stared back into my eyes—“’cause I’m completely hooked. You have me twisted into knots.”

I lifted my head up and kissed him again. Our cocks swollen and aching, we began grinding into one another. He began to work his way down my body with his mouth; stopping at my nipple, he sucked, causing my vision to blur. I placed my hands into his hair and he sucked and licked down my stomach. The tip of my cock hit his chin and he grabbed it with his hand and rubbed the head across the stubble, causing me to writhe under him. He licked at the slit with the tip of his tongue lapping up the precum.

I felt his warm breath as he took me into his mouth, working his tongue over the head before sliding his lips all the way down the shaft. He began working his way up and down, and I started bucking my hips to meet his rhythm. I placed my hands behind Logan’s head and began fucking his mouth as he reached up and thrust a finger in my mouth. I sucked and nibbled on it before he withdrew it. He pushed my legs apart and rubbed the wet finger over my hole. Every muscle in my body tensed as he slid it inside me. My ass clamped around his finger as my balls drew up.

“I’m gonna come,” I said as I threw back my head.

He took me deep into his mouth and continued to suck and lick my dick while still working my hole with a finger. “Not a drop wasted.” He looked up at me with a smile.

I pulled him up on top of me and kissed him, feeling his still-hard cock press down into my pelvis. I took his tongue hungrily into my mouth, tasting the sweet and salty flavor of my cum. He pulled away and rolled off me. I lay out of breath with my eyes closed as I heard a drawer open and close.

“Roll onto your side.”

I did as commanded while he crawled across the bed. He dropped a condom and lube in front of me as he pushed my leg up. I felt his balls rest on the inner thigh of my other leg as he straddled it. I ripped open the condom and handed it to him. He rolled it over his hard cock, and I handed him the lube. My dick was already hard again from anticipation as I heard the click of the lid snap shut. I listened to the slick, wet noises as Logan worked the lube over his shaft. I lifted my free leg up, wrapping an arm behind the knee and pulling it up to my chest. I threw my free arm above my head and twisted my upper body so I could look up at him. The head of his dick popped in, Logan’s mouth fell open, and his eyelids began fluttering, as he slid himself all the way inside me. He let out a deep moan.

“I love being inside you.”

My breathing became rough as I bunched up a wad of the sheets in my fist. Thrashing my head back and forth as the pressure built, I moaned, “Don’t stop.”

He pressed his hands down on my hip and began pumping harder and faster. I loved the feel of his pelvis slamming into me. He raised a hand and slapped my ass. The warm tingles ran up my skin as I felt my entire body flush with heat.

“Tell me you never want to be without me,” he grunted, raising his hand again.

I let out a moan as the palm of his hand found my ass again, sending the warm flush of heat over my body. “I never want to be without you,” I managed to get out between breaths, feeling my balls begin to rise up as the friction between my cock and the bed grew hotter.

“Aden,” he managed to get out as his body tensed and twitched, while we each came simultaneously.

I reached up to run my fingers over his sweat-drenched chest, which was glistening in the sunlight pouring in from the windows. My entire body felt tingly as the cool air from the room mixed with the moisture on my skin. Logan slid out of me, and I closed my eyes tight, feeling the emptiness left behind.

I rolled onto my back and he fell on top of me. His face nuzzled into my neck; I felt the warm air rushing over my skin as his breathing began to regulate. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him tight to me, not wanting to let go. He ran his hand into my hair and lightly kissed my neck.

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” I ran my fingers across his back.

He let out a little sigh. “If you only knew how much I wished that were true.”

I turned my head toward him. He looked into my eyes, and I leaned in and kissed him.

* * * * *

I was spread-eagle on my stomach in Logan’s bed with my eyes closed. I reached back and rubbed my ass cheek as a large smile spread across my face; I was still able to feel a slight sting from the palm of his hand earlier. I heard the shower stop running and opened my eyes and looked toward the bathroom door. I giggled to myself thinking about him, then laughed out loud realizing how twelve-year-old-schoolgirl-crush-like my thoughts were. I rolled onto my back, grabbed his pillow, and pushed it into my face, breathing him in. I began to get hard again and cursed the bitch that was taking him away from me for the night. Compiling a list of horrible things I wanted to wish upon her, I started laughing into the pillow.

“What’s so funny?” Logan asked.

I ripped the pillow off my face, slightly embarrassed, as if he might be able to read my thoughts. “Nothing.” I leaned up on my elbows to see him standing at the foot of the bed naked. I bit my lip as I looked at his dick. It was a really nice dick. “Sure you don’t have time for a quickie?”

“Jesus, you’ve sucked me dry as it is. I can’t believe you’re ready to go again.”

“Confucius say, ‘Those who come quickly compensate with expeditious rejuvenation.”

“Horny little boy.” Logan smiled as he pulled a pair of boxer briefs out of a drawer.