I mopped the floor. I dusted the furniture. I scrubbed out the tub, wiped down all of the windows, and put away the laundry. When everything was almost done, Logan came in.

"Honey, I'm home!" He shouted and put his suitcase down by the door. I came scampering out of the laundry room, clicking along in my high heels and stuffed into a tight dress. Logan kissed me on the cheek.

"Dinner ready?" He asked. I nodded and led him to the table, which was full of food I had painstakingly prepared all day. "Great," said Logan. He put an arm around me and whispered, "And for dessert, you're gonna take it up the ass!"

"AH!"

I woke up sweating. And screaming. Wow. That dream was wrong on so many levels. Oh God. I turned over and saw Logan lying beside me. His eyes were open. "Sorry," I said. "Did I wake you up?"

"Yes," he mumbled. "Bad dream?"

"Horrible."

"What was it?"

"I…I don't remember," I lied. Looking at the clock by the bed, I saw it was only quarter to four in the morning. Then I remembered it was Saturday. I had plenty of time to get back to sleep. But I was sort of afraid to. "Honey?" I asked.

"Yeeaaah?" Logan looked up at me sweetly. I faced him and pulled his body close to mine.

"You would never…fuck my ass, right?" I asked. Logan burst into laughter.

"Whaat? Where did that come from? And noooo, I wouldn't."

"Okay," I said. I gave him a kiss on the forehead and told him to go back to sleep.

"Not sure if I can," he said, still giggling. "Did you dream I was fucking you?"

"Yeah, kinda."

"I wouldn't do that unless you asked me to," Logan promised. "And I'm totally happy getting pounded raw, okay?"

"Okay."

Sleep found its way into Logan's head shortly thereafter, but I was stuck awake. I rolled onto my back and stared up at the dark ceiling. Once upon a time, I had promised Logan that I would do anything to make him happy. That would include inconveniencing myself. It seems I forgot that being a doctor would take up most of his time. How did I not realize that? I quick peeked over at him. He was sleeping sweetly. So maybe I was overreacting? To be fair, he still has like 6 years until he'll be doctoring. Who knows what our lives will be like by then?

I got a little closer to Logan, now facing him, and used my arms to pull him against me. He was still sleeping. I held him to my chest. I held him and held him. My fears or jealousy would not get in the way of our love. A sweet little sleep-grumble rolled out of his mouth. I smiled at how cute it was. What was he dreaming? Hopefully not fucking me. Ha. Along my waist fell his hands. Tiny movements in his fingertips tickled me. He was fidgeting in his sleep; he does that a lot. When he dreams hard, his body wriggles all over the place. I've been trying to tell when it's a nightmare, but I've yet to be successful. The slow rising and sinking of his chest began to rock in unison with mine. I guess I closed my eyes eventually and managed to slip into dreamland alongside him.

A very pleasant morning ended up greeting me several hours later. Just as the sun was coming through our bedroom window, I opened my eyes slowly and saw Logan staring back at me. I was on my back again, and he must've climbed up onto my chest. "Heeey," he said quietly. I touched my hands to his back and arched my back.

"Yo," I mumbled. "How long've you been on me?"

"Not long," Logan said. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me on the lips. "Just enough to watch you sleep a little. You've got some morning wood, by the way."

"Oh? Oh, I do." Once I shifted my attention down there, I realized that he was right. I was trying to pitch a tent right into his. I basically ignored it and kissed him again. Our mouths locked and he melted against my face. I ran my fingertips up and down his spine, sending chills throughout his body. He moaned into my mouth and batted his tongue against mine. I tried my best to stay quiet. The smacking of our lips in the morning is my very favorite sound, and I wanted to savor it. Logan kept moaning, so it was impossible. Don't get me wrong- I love that noise, too!

My firm cock throbbed next to his as he began to grind his hips against me. I opened my eyes and watched him keep his closed as we continued to kiss. Our dicks teased each other. The smacks of our lips was ever-so enticing. I'm thoroughly convinced that I could never fall out of love with Logan. He always turns me on, especially how his cute and firm body quivers as I touch it. Speaking of, my fingers continued to stroke his spine. He arched his back and let out a loud, wanton moan into my mouth. Here, I broke off the kiss and he moved back a few inches.

"Do you want me?" I asked. He nodded and looked very desperate. "What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me," Logan whispered cutely.

"What's that?" I teased with a naughty smile.

"I want you to fuck me," he said, slightly louder.

"Want me to fuck you where?"

"Uhh. I want you to fuck my ass."

"Is that right?" I spoke in a seductive, quiet voice. It drives him crazy. He made a full smile, showing off his sweet dimples as his face flushed bright yet. "Yeah," he moaned.

"You want me to fuck your ass?" I asked, sliding my hands down his back and onto his butt cheeks. His breathing began to get louder and heavier. I rubbed my fingers in circles on his ass, slowly moving closer to his crack. His entire body convulsed slightly; the teasing was driving him crazy.

"Fuck me," Logan moaned desperately.

"Yeah? That what you want?"

"Please, please fuck me, Kendall," he pleaded.

My fingers rolled between his cheeks and lightly touched his asshole. He clenched slightly, and I felt his dick pulsate against mine. I brought my right hand home to my mouth for a moment and spit on two of my fingers. They returned to Logan's ass and tapped against his hole. I made small circles around the muscle, sending shivers up his spine and loud, breathy moans out of his mouth. I watched his face wrinkle up as he craved me inside him. My index finger slowly, slowly pressed into his asshole now, and Logan gasped and moaned. I bit my lower lip gently and he ground his butt against my hand.

"What do you want?" I whispered. My breath was also getting shorter.

"Deeper," he whined. I hummed to myself and slid my finger inside him further. His mouth fell open and a loud, choking moan poured out.

"You like that?" I asked.

"Mmmmmm…"

"Logie loves a little fingering in the morning, huh?"

"Yeeaaah."

As my pointer finger made its way up to the second knuckled, the next finger pressed inside. Logan's hands grabbed onto my shoulders and his nails dug into my skin. He stuck his butt out more, arching his back as much as he could, and tried to get me to go in him deeper. Before my second finger got very far, I slipped them both out. His nails clawed he and he cried out in pleasure and pain.

"Like that?" I asked.

"Ohhh…Kenny…" He closed his eyes tightly and gasped several times. "Please fuck me."

"Well, since you asked nicely," I said rather nonchalantly. I cupped his ass cheeks and slid him up a bit so that my cock was lined up with his crack. First, I ran my dick between his cheeks. He moaned a little quieter now and did his best to rub his ass against my cock. I rolled my head back and let out some heavy breaths as he did this. It felt great. Logan's hip rocked back and forth along my dick, grinding and pushing around.

"You want it raw, baby?" I asked.

"Y-yeah."

"Sure?"

"Uh huh."

I brought my fingers up to his mouth and dipped them inside. He licked and spread saliva all over them, keeping his eyes fixed on me. His breath was hot against my hand. Once he moistened them enough, I pulled my fingers out and brought them back to his ass. I spread the cheeks and rubbed my spit over his asshole. He tightened his hole, but relaxed as I dabbed them more. Logan's grip on my shoulders held steady, and now I took my dick into my hand and smacked it against his butt hole a couple times.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Pleeeaasse," Logan moaned. I grinned wickedly and pressed the head of my cock up to his rectum. I told him to relax and sit down. He grimaced, clawed into my shoulders harder, and slowly lowered himself onto my dick. As his hole stretched over my shaft, he arched his back and let out a wild, unfettered scream. He ground his hips around, moving closer and closer to me.

"Is it okay, babe?" I asked. Logan nodded and continued to squeal in pleasure. He managed to get it all deep, deep within him. The warmth of his ass sent ripples of ecstasy throughout my body. I ran my fingers up along his butt and to his hips, where I took a great hold of his soft skin and helped him ride me. We began to move in perfect rhythm with each other. I met every gyration of his hips with a firm thrust of my abs. He wriggled and shouted as my dick split him in half. Logan is great at riding cock. He's kept his abdominals in great shape, and he can work them like a fucking stripper.

"Does it hurt?"

"A lil. But it's okay," Logan whispered as he stared at me lovingly. Our speed began to slowly increase, thrusting and grinding faster as our moans got louder. I kept my hand glued to his hips as I tried my best to fuck him harder from my back. He gasped and shouted with each thrust. Then he brought his knees up and squatted flat on his feet. This way, he was now able to bob up and down along my dick better. Able to get my entire length deep inside him, I rolled my head back and groaned loudly. His noise simmered slightly as he worked his body with an added fervor.

Without warning, I suddenly choked on a moan and felt my orgasm build quickly. I grabbed his waist a little higher and basically pounded him down into me. "Ahh, Logie, goooooo!" I shouted. I buckled my face and slammed a hot load deep inside him. Logan squealed and gasped. "Tshhh, stop stop stop," I said. My hardon started to ease, as did Logan's rhythm. He plopped back down onto his knees, and just rubbed his butt against me softly. I exhaled once, very loud, let go of him and put my hands behind my head. Logan shot me a devilish little grin. "Good?" he asked.

"What do you think."

"Mmmmhmhmm," he laughed and kissed me once. His ass lifted up and my dick slipped out of it.

"You aren't gonna have one?" I asked in a disappointed tone.

"Nah. I don't think it'll happen today."

"That's silly. Come here." I lifted him off of me and laid him down on his back. I quickly moved down to his waist and popped his cock into my mouth. Sometimes he thinks he can't get off, but he always can. I wrapped my tongue around the tip of his dick and sucked on it firmly. He gripped into the pillow that was now under his head and moaned quietly.

"Keennnnnnnnnnnnny," he cried out. I chuckled to myself and began to piston his cock in and out of my mouth. He firmed up quickly, and a few hot pulses ran through his shaft. I closed my eyes and worked my tongue furiously over his dickhead. His hips fell in motion with my sucking, gently beating up towards my face. Then I felt his delicate fingers touch my head and timidly run through my hair. He made small circles in my scalp. A deeper, hotter throb worked its way through his cock and I braced myself. Suddenly, Logan let out one of his sharp, almost cracking screams, which he only reserves for orgasms. A small warm load oozed out of his dick, and I swallowed it without thinking twice. I spat his penis out and watched it fall flat. He was panting and still moaning very, very quietly.

"That's better, right?" I asked.

"Uh…huh…" he whispered between breaths. I popped back up to his level and lay on my back beside him. He soon came to his senses and made a funny face as I draped the sheets over our shoulders. "You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. But maybe next time we'll use lube."

"Probably a good idea. I gave you the option."

"I wasn't thinking. Kinda hurt."

"Sorry," I apologized. Under the thin sheet I took his hand and gave it a squeeze.

"It's cool," he said. "Doesn't matter as long as I'm not sticking anything in you, right?" Logan teased, but I didn't think it was very funny. My dream was disturbing, and the underlying message cut deep.