“I don’t know,” I murmur wryly. “I’ve learned from my mistakes. You might record me and release it on the internet.”
But despite my teasing, I honor his request by using a pillow to prop my phone on its side off to my left, the new angle allowing him a full view of me from the thighs up. After leaning back again, I push my waistband down, tucking the elastic beneath my base so he can see just what he’s done to me. Just how turned on I am because of him.
He licks his lips, and I think I catch his nostrils flaring a bit too while he watches my hand leisurely move over my shaft.
“Mmm, yeah. No recording, and definitely no posting. I don’t want anyone else seeing what I am right now. That gorgeous cock is all mine.”
My dick pulses at his words, twitching in my palm.
“Shit, Lo,” I rasp, my head falling back against the headboard again.
I squeeze around the base before giving it a few quick pumps, and paired with the way Logan’s staring through the screen, I’m already insanely keyed up. And that’s before I catch the way his bicep seems to be contracting and relaxing ever so slightly. Like he’s moving it, and that’s enough for me to wonder if maybe, just maybe…
“Are you—”
“Touching myself the same way you are?” he interrupts, arching a brow.
I nod, my gaze traveling over his handsome face that gives nothing away. “Yeah. Are you?”
His teeth scrape over his lip before he nods, a sinful little smirk appearing. One that makes me want to kiss him so goddamn badly, I’m almost tempted to head to the nearest Greyhound bus station and book a ticket home.
A laugh slips out, and I shake my head. “So. Fucking. Dirty.”
“I couldn’t let you have all the fun, now could I?” he asks before he leans out of the frame for a second.
I hear the telltale sound of his lube snapping open, then the faint squirt of it leaving the bottle, and my cock twitches again.
Goddamn.
Knowing he’s right here with me, nearly drowning in this insatiable lust, is more than enough. But damn if I don’t wanna see the evidence of it. Watch as he loses himself. I’m about to ask for just that when Logan nods toward me with his chin, a devious glint still lighting up his eyes.
“Take off your shirt,” he commands.
Like a puppy eager to please its owner, I release my cock and strip the cotton tee over my head before tossing it at the foot of the bed. Logan’s already done the same, his bare chest and stomach coming into view before he sets his phone up too.
The second his own erection is within the frame, hard and already slick with lube, I can’t help but let out a little moan.
“You’re sexy as hell, you know that?”
A hint of blush spreads over his cheeks from my comment as he smiles, and that little hint of innocence makes him all the sexier. Maybe because I’ve learned just how far from innocent he truly is.
“Maybe you should look in the mirror,” he utters, wetting his lips.
“I’d rather look at you.”
He shakes his head a little, the blush on his cheeks darkening, but he doesn’t have a comeback for me. Just as well, because I’m too mesmerized by the sight on my screen.
I watch him watching me, both of us jacking our lengths with long, slow movements. My palm rolls over my head on every upstroke as desire coils in my stomach with little zaps, and part of me can’t believe this is actually happening. How we’ve gone from me fantasizing about him in the shower to actually beingable to touch him—or in this case, watch as he touches himself.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” I whisper, my voice raspy with need.
“You first.”
My teeth snag my lower lip at his demanding tone, and I arch my hips into my waiting palm. “I’m thinking about the last time I did this.”
“Jacked off?”
“To the sound of your voice, yeah,” I amend.
