Page 158 of Staying Selfless

“And then you’d slide in with ease because I’m fucking soaked right now, Eli.”

“Oh my god,” he groans. “How wet are your fingers, Logan?”

“Drenched.”

“Fuck. I want to fuck you so bad right now,” he growls through the line.

I can tell he’s close between his panting breaths and his strained speech. But so am I. My fingers are moving faster and with more pressure.

I wish his muscular legs were between mine, pinning me to the mattress. I wish my nails were digging into his ass. I wish I could feel his thick cock moving inside of me. But I can’t. All I have is my imagination, so that’ll have to do.

“Then you’d move your hips and thrust into me, making my eyes roll back because you feel so good,” I continue as Eli’s heavy breaths flood the line. “You’d pull back and push into me again and again, even deeper, hitting that spot you always find.” I arch my back and tug on my hard nipples, turning myself on.

“And I’d start trembling and shaking because I’m so close,” I add. “Just like I am right now.”

“I want you to come all over your fingers, baby. Let go and come for me.”

I do as he says as my vision goes white and hazy. My head is thrown back into the pillow as I fuck my hand. My sounds of release bring Eli’s as he groans my name and a few curse words too.

We match breaths over the phone until we both slowly come off our high. Eventually, sedate, lazy giggles leave my lips.

“We might need to do that over a video call next time,” Eli begins. “You’re too pretty when you come to not let me watch you.”

“That was fun.”

“That was hot,” Eli counters. “I’m going to need you to talk to me like that next time I fuck you in person.”

“Deal.”

“I miss you, Logan,” Eli says, his tone quickly turning sweet.

“I miss you so much. How the hell are we going to do this?” I ask in reference to being long-distance. “It’s only been twenty-four hours.”

“A whole lot of phone sex,” he laughs. “But at this rate, we might not have to worry about it. I haven’t heard anything from the league.”

“Still nothing?”

“Nothing.”

“Well, it’s not over yet. You still have a couple more weeks. It’ll happen, Eli. Don’t give up,” I try to encourage, but he doesn’t elaborate further.

“How is studying going for your midterms?”

“It’s good. I feel ready.”

“And Marc and Ali?”

“I think they’re ready, too. I’ve been studying with them both. Separately, but you get what I mean.”

“They still haven’t talked?”

“Not a word. I feel like I’m a child of divorced parents. I’m trying to split my time between them, but it’s awkward. I don’t know why they won’t just have a conversation. I mean, I knew Ali was stubborn, but I’ve never seen her like this, unwilling to hash it out and unable to forgive the way Marc talked to her when he was wasted and upset. And Marc, he’s always level-headed. It’s not like him to hold a grudge.”

“Well, Logan, you’ve got to understand that from Marc’s point of view, he just got burned by another girl. Even though it wasn’t the same thing that Lauren did, it feels that way to him. And we were both there when Marc went off on Ali. I get why she doesn’t want to talk to him.”

“I know, but I didn’t think Marc would be this angry for so long.”

“I don’t think he’s angry,” Eli corrects. “I think he’s bitter. Which means his feelings are still involved. Bitterness feels more personal.”

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