Chapter 20 #2
His brows knit together a bit, but he doesn’t fight me on it—which, again, is so un-Logan like, I can’t even begin to explain. Not that my brain could even focus on all the reasons why at the moment; it’s too caught up in imagining it’s his hand currently wrapped around me.
“Okay. Well, after the first two seasons, there’s this movie that technically comes next, called Ordinal Scale…”
My cock pulses in my hand now, and a little moan sits in the back of my throat, threatening to slip out. I manage to choke it down, letting my eyes fall closed as my hand moves faster over my shaft as he talks.
“…does that make sense?”
“Mhmm,” I hum, not having actually understood a word of what he’s said.
Is it weird to be this obsessed with someone’s voice?
I don’t know. But I fucking am either way, and I’m not even ashamed to admit it.
There’s just something about it I can’t describe.
Like coming home after a long day and snuggling up on the couch, or the first bite of a batch of homemade cookies, or—
“Cam?”
I wet my lips, muttering, “Yeah, Lo?”
“If you’re gonna jack off to me talking to you over FaceTime, you could at least let me watch.”
Fuck.
My lids lift, and I find him giving me one of those knowing looks—brows raised and a little smirk painting his lips. But it’s the lust in his eyes that does me in. Because it lets me know he’s not joking.
And, damn, if this filthy, playful side of him isn’t as unexpected as it is addictive.
“You want me to put on a little show for you?” I ask, not bothering to deny what I’m doing. I mean, what’s the point when he’s pegged me harder than a tail on Eeyore’s ass.
His smirk turns into a wicked grin. “Hey, at least it’ll be a private one this time, even if it’s not in person.”
“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 being able 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.
“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.
“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 lids and 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.