His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 50: The Tease And The Taste

Chapter 50- The Tease And The Taste

Tyler's POV

I turned back toward my closet, still damp from the shower, running a towel through my hair while trying to decide what to wear. My mind was scattered, mostly replaying the insane realization that Logan had seen naked.

And, for so reason, he thought I did it for him.

Who the hell gave him that idea?

And now, judging by the way he was looking at , he actually thought I had been naked because of him.

Ridiculous.

I turned around, one brow raised as I looked at him. "Are you high?" I asked, genuinely baffled by his behavior.

Logan's reaction was instant. He snapped out of whatever trance he was in, blinking rapidly. "W-What?"

I crossed my arms, leaning back slightly. "You're acting like you've been smoking sothing." My eyes trailed down, and—

Oh.

Well, damn.

My breath hitched for just a second before I quickly masked it with a smirk. Logan was hard. Very, very hard.

My eyes lingered for a mont, taking in the way he was subtly shifting, as if trying to will it away. But it was impossible to ignore—perfectly shaped, straining against his pants, as if just the sight of had wrecked him beyond control.

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry.

Now this was interesting.

Flicking my gaze back to his face, I made sure to keep my expression neutral, only letting amusent seep through. Then, ever so casually, I pointed toward his bulge. "That an erection?"

Logan practically jumped, his face turning red as he hastily slapped a hand over himself. "I—"

He couldn't even get the words out.

I bit my lip, suppressing a chuckle. This was too good.

"There's no sha in it, you know." I took a slow step forward, tilting my head. "No sha in seeing my Phallus and getting a little... reaction."

Logan inhaled sharply, his entire body going stiff.

I let the mont stretch, watching the way his breathing picked up. His pupils were blown wide, his Adam's apple bobbing as he struggled to respond.

"You really want to taste this phallus, huh?"

His breath hitched.

That was all the confirmation I needed.

Smirking, I closed the distance, stopping just inches from him. I leaned in, my lips dangerously close to his ear, and let my tongue flick out to lightly trace the shell.

The reaction was instant.

Logan shuddered—his entire body trembling like he had been shocked with electricity.

Perfect.

I pulled back slightly, trailing my fingers downward. His breath ca out in shaky bursts, his muscles tensed like a tightly wound coil.

But just as I was about to touch him, he grabbed my wrist, stopping .

Oh?

So he wanted to hold it?

Too bad.

I let my fingertips barely brush against him—just a teasing touch—before I withdrew my hand completely.

Logan let out a strained sound, a low, frustrated growl escaping his throat.

"Fuck..."

I smirked.

He was already losing it.

This was too good. The way he was standing there, helpless, so clearly at my rcy—it sent a thrill through .

I wasn't done with him yet.

Tilting his chin up with my fingers, I stared into his dazed eyes before leaning in and licking his lips.

A moan escaped him.

A needy, desperate sound that made my stomach tighten.

I pulled back slightly, studying him with amusent. "Where the hell did you learn to sound like that?" I muttered, half to myself. "You sure you've never done this before?"

Logan didn't answer—his lips were parted, his breath uneven, his body aching for more.

I ran my fingers down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed under my touch. I knew he wanted more. He was enjoying every second of this.

But I wasn't going to give him what he wanted.

Not yet.

Leaning back in, I whispered into his ear, voice dropping lower, taunting. "I can't wait for you to shoot those loads on my face so I can swallow all of it like a good boy."

That did it.

Logan groaned—a deep, needy sound that made smirk in satisfaction.

He was completely wrecked.

"You see, Logan," I whispered, my breath ghosting over his lips, "this isn't just about sex. It's about power.

It's about control." I trailed my finger down his chest, stopping just above his still-erect phallus.

"And right now," I said, my voice barely audible, "I have all the power."

I leaned in, my lips a hair's breadth from his. "You want ," I murmured, "I know you do. You want so badly you can taste it."

I could feel his breath hitch, his body trembling. He was so close, so desperate.

"But you're going to have to wait," I whispered against his lips. "You're going to have to beg."

I pulled back slightly, my eyes locked on his. "And I want to hear you beg, Logan," I said, my voice a low, seductive purr.

"I want to hear you beg for to touch you, to taste you, to fuck you until you can't think straight."

A muscle twitched in his jaw. He was fighting it, I could see that. He was fighting the urge to give what I wanted, to surrender to the desire that was consuming him.

But I knew he couldn't resist much longer. I had him in my grasp, and I wasn't going to let him go.

I reached out and gently cupped his phallus in my hand. He groaned, a low, guttural sound that sent a shiver down my spine.

I squeezed gently, then released, repeating the motion, each ti bringing him closer to the edge. His breath ca in ragged gasps, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Please," he whispered, his voice hoarse, "please, Tyler."

I smiled, a slow, predatory smile. "Is that all you've got, Logan?" I asked, my voice laced with mock disappointnt. "You're going to have to do better than that."

He closed his eyes, his face contorted in a mixture of frustration and desire.

"Please, Tyler," he said again, his voice stronger this ti, more insistent. "Please, touch . I need you."

I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear. "Tell what you want," I whispered, my voice a husky promise. "Tell what you want to do to you."

He hesitated for a mont, then his voice broke, "I want you to fuck ," he said, his voice raw with desire. "I want you to fuck until I can't feel anything else."

I smiled, a slow, satisfied smile. "That's a good start, Logan," I said. "But we're not quite there yet." I trailed my fingers down his chest, pausing just above his waistband. "You're going to have to work a little harder than that."

I leaned in, my lips a hair's breadth from his. "And you know what?" I whispered. "I have all night."

His self-control shattered in an instant. Before I could react, he grabbed my phallus.

I inhaled sharply.

The heat of his hand. The way his grip was firm, possessive.

And then—before he could stop it—a moan slipped past my lips.

Shit.

Logan's eyes darkened.

"You wanna play dirty?"

"Let's play dirty ."