TEACH ME HOW TO BURN (AN MXM SPICY COLLECTION)

The next morning, Logan arrived at the office before sunrise, determined to regain control. He’d barely slept, his mind replaying that shameful scene in his chair on loop. The way he’d come like a teenager just from imagining Damonn Vale’s mouth was Pathetic and weak. He would not let it happen again.By nine o’clock, Damon strolled in wearing another sinful outfit, a crisp light blue shirt that hugged his lean, toned torso and dark trousers that looked almost painted on. The top two buttons were undone, revealing the delicate bop of his Adam's apple.“Morning, Mr. Wale,” Damon said cheerfully, setting a coffee on Logan’s desk. “Black, two sugars. Just how you like it.”Logan didn’t look up from his monitor. “I didn’t ask for coffee.”“You didn’t have to.” Damon leaned over the desk to place a folder down, deliberately giving Logan a close view of his chest and the smooth skin disappearing into his shirt. “Thought I’d be useful. Since I’m here to serve and all.”The word “serve” lande

Logan’s hand remained frozen around Damon’s cock, the weight and burning heat of it searing into his palm like a brand. It was thicker than he expected, velvet-smooth skin stretched over rigid hardness, a vein pulsing faintly against his fingers. He gave one tentative, experimental stroke from base to tip, watching as a fresh bead of pre-cum welled at the slit and trickled down over his thumb.Damon let out a shaky, needy moan that echoed softly in the marble bathroom stall. “Fuck… yes, Mr Wale,” he breathed, hips twitching forward. “Just like that. Don’t stop now… your hand feels so good on me.”The sound of his name in that wrecked, desperate voice sent a forbidden thrill racing down Logan’s spine. He stroked again, slower this time, feeling every inch, every ridge.Wait! What the hell am I doing? Logan thought, staring at his own hand moving on another man’s cock. This wasn’t him. He had never touched another man like this. Never wanted to. Yet here he was, in a public bathroom sta

The drive to Logan’s penthouse was silent except for the rain still drumming against the car. Logan's knuckles were white on the steering wheel. He didn’t say a word as he pulled into the private underground garage, nor when they rode the elevator up. The moment the penthouse door slammed shut behind them, however, the last thread of his control snapped. Logan grabbed Damon by the throat and slammed him back against the door, kissing him like he wanted to devour him. It was brutal, all teeth and dominance. He bit Damon's lower lip hard enough to draw a whimper, then shoved his tongue inside, claiming his mouth completely. “You fucking ruined me,” Logan growled against his lips, voice dark and ragged. “This is your fault.” He ripped Damon’s already half-destroyed shirt open, buttons scattering across the marble floor. In seconds, he had Damon stripped naked, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach. Logan spun him around roughly, pressing his chest against the cold door. “S

Morning light filtered weakly through the blinds, but it did nothing to dull the vivid memories playing on repeat in Kai’s head. He lay sprawled on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes, as Ryan’s low, guttural groans from the night before echoed in his mind like a filthy soundtrack. The slick, rhythmic sounds of skin on skin. The deep, involuntary “fuck” that had slipped through the wall. The way Ryan’s breathing had grown ragged right before he came.Kai’s cock twitched at the recollection, already half-hard beneath the thin sheet. He groaned softly and rolled over, burying his face in the pillow. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered. “You listened to your neighbor jerk off once and now you’re like this?” But his body remembered everything in sharp detail — the heat that had flooded him, the way he’d stroked himself in perfect sync, coming harder than he had in months.He forced himself up and into the shower, letting the cool water run over his skin. It helped a little, but not enoug

The next morning, Kai was still throbbing with frustration. He’d jerked off twice in the shower, but nothing touched the deep ache Ryan had left him with blue balls so bad it almost hurt to move. Every time he shifted, he remembered the grind of Ryan’s thick cock against his, the wet heat of his mouth on his nipples, and the way he’d been so close to coming undone.A firm knock on the door made his stomach flip.He opened it to find Ryan standing there, looking like pure temptation: fitted gray t-shirt stretched across his chest, black shorts hanging low, and a cocky little smirk. In his hands were two large coffees and a bag of warm pancakes.“Peace offering,” Ryan said, voice already low and rough. “And a proper apology for leaving you high and dry last night. That alarm can go fuck itself.”Kai let him in, pulse racing. “It’s fine,” he muttered, even though his cock was already twitching back to life just from the sight of him.Ryan set everything on the counter and immediately pu