Secrets & Lies

29| Seventy Percent

"Wait. Turn around. You got soap in your eyes."

Logan turned towards me and I carefully wiped the suds from his face. At some point, I forgot what I was doing. My hand slowed, gliding over his eyelids, nose, lips...My own eyes followed the movements, taking in his high cheekbones, the few days growth of beard he was rocking, and the way his mouth parted a little as he exhaled a short breath. 

I brushed his dark wet hair back before cupping the back of his neck. My fingers tangled in the hair there, and Logan's eyes opened. The heated gaze he threw at me was something I was never going to get tired of seeing. 

"God, you drive me crazy," I whispered, staring into those dark eyes. My heart felt like it was being squeezed in my chest. I had a feeling what it was. I was like...seventy percent sure. But I still couldn't seen to admit it to myself. Or to him.

The corner of Logan's mouth lifted. "Oh, yeah?" He leaned forward and dusted kisses along my jaw until he got to my neck. My head fell back against the tile wall. "How do I make you crazy?" 

"Hmm?" Was he speaking? I couldn't really focus on anything except what his mouth was doing right now.

"Tell me how I make you crazy. I want to hear it."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to focus. "Well, take this, for instance." 

He chuckled against my skin, sending chills straight to my dick—which was already hard and throbbing. After the many, many times we had sex since I've been at this cabin, I was amazed that I still wanted more. I guess we were trying to make up for lost time. Over the past few years, we've only been together a handful of times. 

Logan pulled his head away from my neck and met my stare. "You were saying."

My eyes dropped to his lips. "The way you kiss me..."

He licked at my lips, not fully kissing me though. "What about the way I kiss you?" Christ. I never pegged Logan as a tease, but this was fucking killing me. "Tell me," he urged. 

When he tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth, I couldn't take it anymore. I tried to crush my lips against his, but he pulled back with a laugh. 

"Ah, ah. You didn't answer my question."

Question...? "What—what was the..."

"What is it about the way I kiss you, Grant?"

Logan had his arms on either side of my head, caging me in as I leaned against the cold, wet tile. We were standing so close together that, when he leaned into me, his hard length brushed against mine. We both moaned at the contact and I reached for his hips, pulling him even closer. 

"Tell me," he demanded more forcefully, but thankfully didn't pull away.

My eyelids slid shut again as he continued to suck at my neck. "I can't think when you kiss me. Your lips, your tongue." He sucked harder at my neck and I groaned. "God, your tongue..." The things he could do with that thing. Fuck.

"What else about me drives you crazy?" he asked quietly. 

"The way you touch me. 

"Yeah? Like this?" He wrapped his hand around my dick and he hips shot forward, my fingers digging deeper into his waist, my teeth clenching. 

"Yes," I hissed. His hand gripped me with just enough pressure, his thumb grazing over the moist head. "Fuck, Logan..."

"What else?"