His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 136: Paying Him Back

Chapter 136- Giving Him A Pay Back For Helping

Tyler's POV

Logan's bulge was still there.

Pressed right up against , like it belonged there.

I tried to ignore it. I really did.

But then I heard him whisper under his breath.

"Shit..."

That one word.

Rough. Deep. Frustrated.

I don't know why it made my stomach flip, but it did. Sothing about the way he said it — like he was trying to hold himself back. Like he knew what was happening and couldn't stop it.

It was so hot.

I felt my skin heat up under the covers.

I didn't move. I didn't say anything.

I just... laid there, pretending to still be asleep.

But I wasn't.

There was no way I could sleep with the way his body was pressed against mine — firm, hot, and so close that I could feel every inch of him.

His bulge was literally kissing my ass.

And I don't even know why that thought made feel... sothing. Sothing deep. Like a little wave of electricity running through .

I could feel the air in the room shift — thick and heavy — like we both knew what was happening but didn't want to talk about it.

I swallowed hard, keeping my eyes shut.

I could feel his breath on my neck.

Slow. Deep.

Was he awake?

Did he know I was awake?

I didn't know. But I didn't want to move.

Part of was scared to.

The other part... didn't want the mont to stop.

I told myself I just needed comfort — that this was nothing — just body heat and warmth.

But the way my body reacted... said otherwise.

My chest rose and fell slowly as I tried to breathe normal, but my thoughts weren't normal anymore.

I could feel his hand twitch slightly around mine, like he was struggling too.

God.

I'd never been this close to soone like this before. Not like this. Not with soone like Logan.

And definitely not with sothing that hard pressed against like it belonged there.

I let out the tiniest shaky breath and prayed he didn't hear it.

I don't know what ca over .

Maybe it was the warmth. Or the way his chest felt against my back. Or the way his bulge kept pressing into like it was calling my na.

Whatever it was... I did it.

I slowly pushed my ass backward, just a little. But it was enough.

Enough to make him feel it.

He sucked in a sharp breath behind .

And then I heard him whisper.

"You're torturing ..."

His voice was low, rough, and right against my ear.

.

It sent chills straight down my spine. My skin reacted like it had been struck by lightning. My whole body tensed — not out of fear, but sothing else. Sothing deeper.

The next thing I felt was his lips.

He leaned in and licked the shell of my ear, slow and warm, like he wanted to leave a mory there.

I shivered. I couldn't help it.

My body reacted before my brain did.

It was like my chest forgot how to breathe, like ti slowed, and all I could think of was him.

And then... he moved.

Logan gently turned around until I was facing him. Our eyes t for a mont, his gaze dark and soft all at once.

Before I could say anything, he kissed .

.

He kissed .

And it wasn't soft. It wasn't shy.

It was deep and warm and full of tension we'd both been trying to avoid.

His lips moved against mine like he'd been waiting forever. His hand held the back of my head, the other resting on my waist, pulling even closer.

I lted.

There was no other word for it.

I literally lted into him.

I felt like I didn't weigh anything at all. Like I was floating.

And just when I thought I couldn't be more overwheld, he lifted .

Yes — lifted . Just like that.

As if I weighed nothing more than a feather.

I gasped into the kiss, and he smiled against my lips, still holding like I belonged in his arms.

He laid back, and I ended up straddling him, my knees on either side of his waist, his hands still wrapped around .

We were still kissing — slow, hot, and deep.

My body was on fire, and my heart wouldn't stop beating like a drum.

And that bulge...

It was right there.

Pressed hard against , shooting straight up like it had a purpose.

My breath hitched.

The kiss broke.

Logan's breath was ragged, his lips parted like he wanted to protest. *"Tyler, what are you—"*

I didn't let him finish. I kissed him again, deeper this ti, my fingers fumbling with the hem of his shirt. He tensed for half a second—then lted, his hands sliding up my back like he'd decided to surrender.

I pulled the fabric over his head, my throat going dry at the way his muscles flexed under my touch. Logan wasn't just strong—he was beautifulThe kind of beautiful that made my chest ache.

His brow furrowed as I reached for the waistband of his trousers. "Ty—"

"Let ,"I whispered against his mouth.

A beat of silence. Then, slowly, he lifted his hips off the bed.

My fingers trembled as I tugged the fabric down, my pulse roaring in my ears.

Imdiately I took down the trouser, his Dick was already hard and it was directly facing .

I swallowed hard. I didn't know what to do because I have never tried such but there is no harm in trying right?

I asked myself even though I didn't know what to reply to.

I've watched countless gay porn so I think I am going to do just fine.

Everything about Logan is so prefect.

Even his dick is so perfect , it was shaped so beautifully and curved so perfectly.

He must be God'd favorite to be this perfect.

I took my hands to his dick and began rubbing it

Up.....down. Up....down.

My hand move to where the tip was and I used my thumb in rubbing in

"Mmmmh." I heard him moaned out and he quickly tried to cover his mouth.

A slow smile spread across my face, a playful curve of my lips that hinted at the teasing to co. "Oh, but you don't need to hold back.

Feel free to open your mouth, let out whatever sounds you want," I murmured, my voice a low drawl designed to stir him. "Don't stifle yourself on my account."

He reacted instantly, a blush creeping up his neck as he grabbed a nearby pillow, burying his face in its softness as if to hide from my gaze.

I chuckled softly as I gently reached out, my fingers brushing against his arm before I tugged the pillow away. Bringing it with , I leaned down, my breath warm against the shell of his ear. "You shouldn't close your eyes when I'm doing this," I whispered,"Look at , right in the eyes. I love it that way."

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, his gaze finally eting mine, a mixture of apprehension and sothing else I couldn't quite decipher swirling within their depths.

He gave a small nod.

I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, lingering there for a fleeting mont before my mouth drifted towards his ear again.

"How about I repay you for your kindness?" I breathed, the words a soft caress. "How about I repay you for what you did for , for saving from freezing half to death out there in the rain?"

I felt the tremor that ran through his body, heard the distinct click of his throat as he swallowed hard. A small smirk played on my lips.

Another kiss followed, this one lingering on the corner of his mouth before settling fully onto his lips. They were even softer than I rembered, plump and yielding under mine.

A sweet, almost honeyed taste blood on my tongue, and I found myself unable to pull away.

I could have kissed him a thousand tis, lost in the gentle pressure and the subtle flavor, and never grown tired of it.

Breaking the kiss, just enough to speak, I murmured, "Is there honey?" His eyes fluttered open, a dazed expression on his face, before he nodded quickly.

"Good," I breathed, a hint of mischief in my voice. "Where is it?"

He gestured with a slight movent of his head towards a small wooden shelf across the room.

I pushed myself up from where I had been leaning over him,

I walked over to the shelf, retrieved the jar of honey, and turned back to him. My gaze caught his, and a slow smile spread across my face as I took in the sight.

His face was flushed a deep, vibrant red, the color of a ripe tomato.

Trust , I thought to myself, a silent chuckle bubbling within , if his face were a tomato ant for sauce, you wouldn't even need any extra paste. This glorious blush would be more than enough.

I opened the honey as I poured a little bit of the honey on his nipple.

I brought my face closer to his nipple as I used my tongue in licking it off.

My tongue slid to every inch of his nipple as I licked every off.

Tyler. "He said to as his body vibrated.

"You taste so sweet." I complinted him and I could see him swallow hard.

I opened the honey again and poured it on him. This ti around

I poured it straight to his Dick.

The honey slid down his thick veiny dick to his thigh and balls.

"Oooh Tyler." He gasped.

I closed my eyes and say a little prayer before I took the dick into my mouth.