“When did—” He pauses, and a slow, knowing grin creeps over his face. “The philosophy notes?”
I lick my lips before a gruff “maybe” comes out.
“I… You’re…” He laughs a little, the husky sound going straight to my cock. “Fuck, I don’t really know what to say to that.”
“Just say anything,” I plead, my hand picking up speed. “Fuck,Lo. I want you so fucking much right now.”
“I know, Cam. Shit. I wish my mouth was where your hand is right now. That’s what I’m thinking about.” His pace increases too, his breath coming out a little faster when he adds, “And I’m thinking about how good your lips look wrapped around my cock. Like they were the night we got back from New York.”
A little groan slips out as I recall the first time I got to taste him. The way he couldn’t stop himself from shooting down the back of my throat after getting rough with me, ruthlessly fucking my face. The memory has my dick leaking more and more pre-cum, and I gather it with my palm before spreading it over my shaft.
“Mmm, I loved every minute of that. I think we should do it again when I get home. Maybe even let me taste a different part of you.”
Heat bores through my screen when he rasps, “Yeah, baby? You want that?”
“Mmm,” I hum again, nodding. “Lemme taste every inch of you, including that sinful little ass. I’ve been dying to get my hands on it.”
“Anything else you wanna do to it?
I shake my head, too many ideas coming to mind to verbalize them all. “Whatever you want.”
Logan’s gaze takes on a gleam bordering on dangerous, darkening with lust and desire so palpable, I can feel it through my goddamn phone. To the point where I swear his eyes are nearly black instead of their normal chestnut shade.
“So you’ll play with my ass while you suck my cock? Get your fingers nice and wet with your spit before pressing them inside at the same time as you take me to the back of your throat?” The hand not wrapped around his cock reaches down, cupping his balls before I catch him rubbing his taint with his thumb. “Stretch me out like that, scissoring your fingers while my hips start moving a little, thrusting into that perfect fucking mouth before pushing back onto them?”
“Oh, Christ,” I moan, a little whimper slipping out. “I’ll stretch you out as much as you want, Lo. With my tongue, my fingers, my cock. Anything you want, it’s yours.”
God knows I wouldn’t deny him a fucking thing.
A low moan comes through the speaker, and I watch as Logan’s fist tightens around his length, and his eyes fall closed.
“Shit, baby. I’m so close,” he pants as his hand moves faster. “Thinking about your cock inside me is just…Fuck,I love it.”
God, I do too. I love it more than anything.
“If you want it, I’m happy to give it to you. Just say the word.”
His lids lift, those molten eyes finding mine again. “And what if I want to be inside you? Would you let me do all those things to you instead?”
“I already told you, you can do whatever you want,” I pant, feeling my need rise to new heights. “I’m at your mercy, Lo.Then. Now. Always.”
Even as the words leave my lips, I know they’re the most honest ones I’ve ever spoken. Logan Reed has a hold on me unlike anything I’ve felt before. It’s dangerous and exhilarating, and while it might be the dumbest thing I could get caught up in, I don’t have it in me to care.
I don’t care that we haven’t talked about this shift between us yet.
I don’t care that I don’t entirely know where we stand.
I don’t care about a goddamn thing other than having him for as long as he’ll let me.
“Fuck, Cam.Fuck,” he hisses, the words a gutteral cry.
His hand moves over his shaft at a breakneck speed before suddenly stuttering to a stop. Cum spills from his cock a second later, coating his fingers as he rubs the nerve under the head, a soft string of expletives falling from his lips.
And then I’m right there behind him, my release barrelling down my spine until I have no choice but to let go.
“Oh my fucking Christ, Lo,” I practically whimper as I close my eyes and fall apart.
Cum shoots from my cock and coats my stomach in white strings while I stroke myself through my release. My teeth cut into my bottom lip hard enough for the faint taste of blood to hit my tongue as I bite back a moan, only for it to burst free when I hear him from the phone speaker.
