“That’s it, baby. Keep going,” he demands, all raspy and gruff. “Get every drop of cum out for me, just like that.”
My balls seize as my orgasm crests once again before crashing into me like a tidal wave. It slams into me with a force that nearly knocks the air from my lungs, leaving me breathless and gasping for oxygen once I’m blissfully empty, sated, and covered in cum.
Letting my hand fall away from my spent cock, I lift my lidsand stare at Logan, finding him already watching me intently through the screen. The two of us stay like that, looking at each other, still lost in the post-orgasm haze, while we come down from the high. It’s only after Logan grabs his tee and wipes the cum and lube from himself that he finally speaks.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” he whispers with a laugh before tossing away the shirt. “Phone sex like we’re a couple of horny teenagers.”
“I mean, you’re basically still a teenager,” I counter, and he rolls his eyes.
“I left those years behind weeks ago.”
Yeah, like two whole fucking weeks.
“Oh, right. My bad. You’re so far removed, how could I forget?”
All my sarcasm earns me is another eye roll, but at least he’s still smiling when he does it.
I take him with me to the bathroom while I clean up and get ready for bed before crawling back beneath the sheets. After texting McGowan the all-clear, I plug my phone in, prop Logan back up where he was earlier, and hit the lights.
Logan settles in as well, flicking his lamp off, the only light illuminating him coming from his phone and laptop screen. But with him in the dark now too and me cuddling my pillow, I can almost pretend he’s right here beside me instead of hundreds of miles away.
“Should I let you go?” I ask sleepily.
I hate the idea of hanging up, but I know McGowan is likely to come back at any point now, and I can feel my body fighting a losing battle against the exhaustion of the day.
Logan’s shoulder lifts in a shrug. “It’s up to you. You’re the one who looks like you’re going to fall asleep on me any second.”
“Don’t wanna hang up,” I mumble, despite my eyes falling closed.
Even without seeing him, I can still hear the smile in his voice when he murmurs, “Then we don’t have to yet, as long as me turning on my show won’t bother you.”
I try to tell him it won’t, but I don’t think the words actually leave my lips, because I’m already succumbing to sleep. I don’t even hear McGowan come back to the room at any point either, which I know he did. After all, I find his sleeping form in the other bed some hours later when I finally stir back to consciousness.
And when I glance over at my phone to check the time, I notice the FaceTime call is still active too. With Logan peacefully asleep on the screen.
Twenty-One
Logan
“What was the bet for?”
Cam’s gaze lifts from where he’s studying for his history class, only to find me staring down at where he’s sprawled out on the other side of my bed. A frown pulls his lips down, and he shifts his weight, turning to face me.
“What are you talking about?”
I purse my lips before elaborating. “Earlier this year. When I walked in, and the video and everything.”
There’s a beat of silence before understanding lights up his eyes—along with amusement—and his lips form a tight line as he tries to keep from laughing.
Tries and fails. Miserably.
“What the hell made you think of that?” he asks once he composes himself.
Well, that’d be because I’ve spent the past hour thinking about what we did on FaceTime earlier this week—and the way he teased about the video. But I’m sure as hell not planning to admit it, seeing as Ialsoam meant to be studying right now, not fixating on sexy time.
Of course, when I don’t answer right away, Camden must put two and two together, because his eyes narrow on me, only topop wide open again.
“Oh my God.Areyou hoping for a repeat performance? Because lemme tell you, Little Reed, I’ve been looking for a reason to work on my twerking.”
