Page 38 of What It Means To Be Found

Me: Oh, of course. If you must. But I would probably get distracted if you were shirtless like that in front of me.

Me: I don’t think I could resist touching you back.

Logan: I would distract you well enough.

I believed him. I reached underneath my bed and opened my DIY box, finding my favorite hot pink vibrator.

Feeling bold, I decided to take another picture of myself holding the toy. Then I decided to tug my sleep shorts down just enough to press the tip of it just where I was planning on using it, over the fabric of my panties. I took a second picture.

I sent the images before I could talk myself out of it.

Logan: You’re killing me, sweetheart.

My heart thumped at the term of endearment, but I also chastised myself and reminded myself that this was spicy time, not lovey-romantic time.

Me: Where is your hand now, Logan?

I turned on the toy, teasing myself with it over my panties as my cheeks flushed and I anxiously waited for his reply.

Instead of a message, my phone started buzzing with an incoming FaceTime call.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, I thought as I hesitated. Texting felt safe, like there was a barrier between us as we teased each other. For some reason, a FaceTime call where we could both see each other in real time felt a little too real.

Don’t be a chicken shit, Eloise. I chastised myself before I answered.

My toy was still buzzing in my other hand under my shorts, so I set my phone down next to me propped up against some spare throw pillows I set up before I settled back in my bed and took in the image on Logan’s screen. He was holding his phone with one hand, his handsome face and shoulders taking up the image as he stared at me with a very hooded and flushed expression.

His other arm was moving off-screen, and I zeroed in on the movement.

“Let me see,” I panted, focusing on working myself over with my toy while also enjoying the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity I had with Logan right now. “Let me see what you’re doing.”

Logan made a gasping sort of moan that sounded strained, due to his damaged voice. He glanced down at himself before he met my eyes through the phone again. An aroused challenge in his heavy gaze as he lowered the phone down to show his hand hiding underneath his black boxers.

Holy fucking shit. I was watching Logan masturbate. To me. He was looking at me and touching himself from it.

Suddenly, the image became fuzzy as he fixed something on his shorts and pulled the screen back.

He had pulled himself out of his boxers, gripping himself as he pumped roughly.

“Oh, my god.” I gasped, my eyes widening at what I was seeing. I knew Logan had large hands; I had felt them on my thigh weeks ago at the beach. What I was startled by was the proportion of…himself in his hand as he, well, worked himself.

Suddenly, the phone screen showed his face and neck again, and he nodded to me expectantly.

Your turn, his nod seemed to tell me. I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes closed as I tilted the camera angle down a little so that he could see where my hand disappeared underneath my shorts. I then pulled the toy out and pulled my panties away from me so that I could use the toy directly over my clit.

A string started tightening in my core at an alarming rate.

“Do you like this?” I asked him, glancing at the screen to see him nodding his head once. It was like he struggled between keeping his eyes open to watch me, or close them and focus on the feeling he was experiencing. “Do you wish you were here, making me feel like this?” I continued, feeling heat course through my veins at his nod of agreement, his arm moving a little faster at the sound of my question.

“I wish—” My orgasm was rising in me at an alarming rate, and it made words halt in my mouth for a moment before I powered through. “I wish you were the one touching me.” I gasped the last sentence out before it bulldozed through me. I felt my arm stiffen as it held the toy perfectly over my clit, causing waves and waves of ecstasy to pulse through my core and wash over my limbs. My abs were painfully tight as my high lasted and lasted, putting on a show for Logan.

I heard a pained, low grunt from my phone and opened my eyes to see Logan throwing his head back on the pillows on his bed, the veins in his neck bulging as he clenched his jaw and showed off his teeth. His eyes were squeezed shut as his teeth parted and he seemed to gasp through his release. His body jolted a little bit as I imagined what his hand looked like right now.

Finally, the last of my orgasm pulsed through me, and I quickly turned off my toy and tossed it away as I collapsed on my side. My breathing was labored after putting on that show for him.

Logan was still there, eyes closed as he lay on his pillows and caught his breath. His chest heaving.

Reality came crashing back down all around me.

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