Smex Scene Sunday

Hero: Logan Mitchell. Lawyer. Arrogant, dominant, frustrating, and completely in love with his boyfriend-Tate Morrison.

Hero: Tate Morrison. Bartender. Sweet, sexy, down to earth, and completely in love with his boyfriend-Logan Mitchell.

“Do you remember that night we went dancing?” he asked, and as Tate nodded, Logan trailed his fingertips down his smooth chest to his navel. “You spent the entire time grinding all over my cock, and I promised myself that, one day, I’d see you like that. Naked and pressed up against me in front of a mirror. Then I could see every mouthwatering inch of you.”

Understanding dawned in Tate’s eyes.

Then Logan whispered, “Take off your pants, Tate.”

Tate unfastened his pants, and Logan couldn’t help but wrap his arm around his waist and stroke the crack of his ass, easing his finger down to graze it over his vulnerable hole.

“Today’s that day. Turn around.”

Tate felt hypnotized by Logan’s voice and the finger massaging him, but without question, he turned. He hadn’t even thought twice about the mirror, which pretty much extended along the entire length of the dividing wall, but when his eyes found Logan’s in it, he wondered how he’d overlooked the possibilities.

Tate watched avidly as Logan pulled him flush against his groin, fitting his ass exactly where he’d said it had been that night—over his cock. He then leaned back against his chest, feeling a shiver skate up his spine as Logan’s warm breath ghosted over his ear.

“So sexy,” Logan rasped, snaking an arm around his waist to dip his fingers into the front of his open pants. “You’re so fucking sexy, Tate. When Logan’s fingers wrapped around him and stroked, a groan of pure pleasure pulled from his throat. “Like that?” Logan asked as he did it again.

“Yes,” he sighed and caught Logan’s eyes in the mirror. “Do it again.”

[…]

The expression in Logan’s eyes was wild. It was proprietary, and as he continued to take in the rest of the picture they made, Tate watched those full lips curve against his shoulder.

“I’m going to enjoy this for so many reasons,” Logan told him. “But one of them will be watching your face when you finally see how good we look together—fucking.”

Goddamn. Tate knew how hot the gay porn had made him. Watching two guys going at it had been extremely arousing. So just thinking about how sexy Logan must look while fucking him had him really excited. It was a reaction he couldn’t hide from the man behind him, because as soon as the idea had been planted, Tate jacked his hips forward, trying to get more friction on his dick.

“Oh, yeah. See?” Logan whispered, his voice husky. “You like that idea, don’t you? Watching us fuck?”

Hell fucking yes, I do, he thought. But instead of saying it, Tate turned his head and kissed Logan’s filthy-talking mouth, which was still issuing promises so hot they almost melted him to the ground. He heard an agonized sound of arousal that matched his own, and then his body and his lips were released. Logan’s scorching, blue eyes found his and he simply said, “Watch.”