If Logan had ever thought Jack moaned like a whore before now, he'd been wrong. Even gagged, the sounds that came ripping from his throat were absolutely obscene. Not a word at all, but he sounded more filthy and lewd than the things he'd said outright to Logan in languages the guy didn't understand.

Jack unfolded his arms so he could reach up and hold the bed posts. Everything Logan did felt fucking amazing. He tried to imagine what it looked like and that thought had him lifting higher, drawing his knees up a bit, and bucking as Logan screwed it in and pulled back. The higher he lifted, the heavier his cock felt as it hung down. He wanted to beg Logan to do a hundred things, but being gagged limited that and forcing himself to keep hold of the bedposts put him completely at Logan's mercy.