His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 51: Tit For Tat

Chapter 51- Tit for Tat

Tyler's POV

Before I could react, his hands were on me—fast, firm, unrelenting. He gripped my waist, spun me around, and slammed me against the dresser with a force that sent a sharp thrill through me. My breath hitched as the cool wood pressed against my back, the weight of his body caging me in.

Oh.

So that's how we're playing this?

His lips hovered dangerously close, his breath fanning against my skin, making the space between us feel unbearably tight.

"You wanna tease me?" Logan murmured, voice low and dangerous. "Then how about I tease you back?"

Before I could respond, his hand slid lower—gripping me, pressing just hard enough to make my breath falter.

A low, dirty sound escaped my throat before I could stop it.

Shit.

I clenched my jaw, glaring at the smug smirk curling his lips. "You like that?" he taunted.

My body betrayed me before my mind could catch up. Heat pooled in my gut, every nerve in my body hyper-aware of his touch, the way he seemed to know exactly how to push me over the edge without even trying.

But I wasn't about to let him win.

With a sharp movement, I flipped the situation, shoving him back against the wall. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, but beneath that shock, I saw something else—something dark, something hungry.

He liked this.

I leaned in, brushing my lips against the shell of his ear, letting my breath tickle his skin. "You really thought you could turn the tables on me?"

Logan shuddered beneath my touch.

I dragged my lips down his neck, slow and torturous, my fingers tracing along his collarbone, feeling the way his body responded—every sharp inhale, every slight tremble, every moment of restraint slipping through his fingers.

"You do as I say," I murmured, voice dripping with control.

His grip on my arms tightened, his body pressed flush against mine, radiating heat. "Then release me," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.

I smirked.

"No, no, no," I teased, shaking my head. "That would be too easy for you."

I moved lower, my lips ghosting over his collarbone, down to his chest, lingering just enough to make him tense beneath me. I could feel how badly he wanted this—how desperate he was.

I traced my fingers down his torso, slow and deliberate, hovering just above his waistband.

Then, finally, just as I knew he was at his breaking point, I let my hand slip lower, gripping him firmly.

Logan let out a choked moan, his head tipping back, his body taut with need.

"Tyler—"

And then... I pulled away.

His breath hitched, his entire body twitching from the sudden loss of contact. His eyes snapped open, wide with confusion, frustration.

I smirked and stepped back, wiping my hand casually on his suit like none of it had even affected me.

Logan looked wrecked. Completely undone.

This was exactly what I wanted.

I leaned in one last time, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before whispering against his skin, "I think I'm feeling sleepy."

His eyes widened. "Wait, what?"

I turned on my heel, walking away, leaving him standing there—tense, desperate, and utterly ruined.

Logan's POV

Tell me I'm dreaming.

Did he just leave me like this?

I stared after him in disbelief, my entire body wound so tight it hurt. How the hell was he expecting me to sleep like this?

I groaned, raking a hand through my hair, my other hand clenching into a fist at my side. The ache in my body was unbearable, the pressure almost painful.

So this was his revenge?

I glanced down, glaring at the obvious frustration pressing against my pants.

Damn him.

Tyler was already lying on the bed, his back turned to me, but I wasn't stupid. He wasn't asleep. He was basking in his own wicked satisfaction, reveling in what he had just done to me.

Fine.

If he wasn't going to help me, I'd help myself.

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I stormed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me with more force than necessary. My breath was heavy, my mind racing, every nerve in my body still burning from his touch.

This was his fault.

I leaned back against the sink, exhaling sharply, my fingers digging into the cold porcelain as I tried to focus. All I had to do was imagine him—his teasing smirk, the way his lips felt against my skin, the way his fingers had dragged over me, setting me on fire before cruelly pulling away.

A deep groan slipped past my lips.

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn't hear it at first.

The sound of the door creaking open.

I stilled.

I knew who it was before I even turned around.

Tyler.

I smirked, keeping my eyes closed, pretending not to notice him as I kept going. I knew he was watching. I could feel his gaze locked on me, feel the tension thickening the air between us.

Oh, so now he wanted to look?

Fine. Let him watch.

A low, deliberate sound slipped from my throat as I leaned back further, my breaths coming harder. I knew exactly what I was doing, and from the way the room had gone completely silent, I knew it was working.

Curious, I cracked my eyes open just a sliver—

And caught him.

His gaze was fixed on me, his lips slightly parted, his expression unreadable.

But I saw it.

The hesitation.

The restraint.

The undeniable proof that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

I turned slowly, making sure he saw everything.

Tyler froze, caught like a deer in headlights, his own frustration painfully visible.

Gotcha.

Smirking, I closed the distance between us. His breath stuttered, his entire body stiffening as I reached out, wrapping my fingers around his wrist.

"You really wanna relieve yourself too, huh?" I murmured, tilting my head.

Tyler swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. He didn't answer, but he didn't pull away either.

I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of his ear. "You know, I'm not as heartless as you."

He shuddered.

"I'll help you out," I whispered.

His body tensed as I guided his hand lower, pressing it against me. The moment our skin touched, I knew it was over for him.

Tyler sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers curling involuntarily.

I took my time. Teasing. Torturing. Making him feel every second of what he had done to me.

And then—

I stopped.

Tyler's eyes snapped open in shock, his expression a perfect mixture of disbelief and frustration.

I smirked, bringing my fingers to my lips, licking the last remnants off before meeting his gaze.

"Tit for tat, Tyler."

He let out a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling unevenly. "You can't just leave me like this."

I tilted my head, feigning innocence. "Watch me."

And with that, I turned, washing my hands before strolling toward the door.

"Sweet dreams," I called over my shoulder, throwing him a final smirk before slipping out.

"Ciao."