Page 157 of Staying Selfless

“Are you hard?”

“So fucking hard, Logan. I’m so hard it hurts. I wish your pretty mouth was sucking me off right now.”

“Me too. I want to taste you.” I bite down on my lip, shocking myself with my words. I’m way too in the moment to hold back right now.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Do your fingers feel good?”

“Mmm-hmm. But not as good as when you do it.”

“You know how to make yourself feel good, baby. Just touch yourself the way I touch you.”

“How would you touch me?” I push.

I can just picture Eli’s smug smirk sliding up his lips at my words, knowing he’s loosening me up.

“I would run my fingertips up your thighs,” he begins in a low tone. “Little bumps would rise across your skin in anticipation as I spread your legs until your perfect pussy was open and on display for me.”

I do exactly what Eli says, opening my thighs wider as I continue to touch myself.

“My thumb would slowly circle your clit, and your hips would buck up into me, needing more. I would rub a little quicker until you were so swollen and wet for me.”

Swollen? Check. Wet? Drenched.

“I’d stroke one finger over your pussy, teasing you until finally, it slipped inside. My fingers would be covered with you as I pushed them in and pulled them out, getting you closer.”

I moan at the thought. Fuck, I wish Eli’s fingers were touching me right now. But they can’t, so I do as he says. I slip one finger inside and just pretend like it’s his magic touch.

“Then I’d use my mouth. I would wrap my lips around your clit, and I’d suck and lick and flick until you were begging to come on my tongue. Your hips would push into my face, asking me to fuck you, but I wouldn’t just yet. Not until you were at the edge.”

He can’t see me, but my chest is heaving, and my head is thrown into the pillow below me as Eli’s scent fills my nostrils thanks to his shirt I’m wearing.

“Are you at the edge right now, Logan?”

“Yes,” I breathe out on an exhale. I’m close. So fucking close from Eli’s words and my swirling fingers.

“What do you want me to do? How do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me on top of you or behind you?”

“On top of me.”

“How would I fuck you, baby? Tell me how,” Eli pushes.

I know how he looks right now, and I love how he looks when he’s turned on. His lips are parted, and his eyes glazed are over with pleasure, I’m sure of it.

“Don’t be shy now, Logan. I’m hard as a rock thinking about you, so tell me how you want me to fuck you so I can come in my hand.”

My cheeks heat even more than they already were. I wish it were my hand, my mouth, my body that was making him come, but tonight the only thing that can make him come is my words, so I decide to use them.

“Slow. At first.”

“Yeah?”

“You’d tease the tip of your cock against my clit.” I push my hips up into my hand, turning myself on even more.

“Fuck yes, baby.”

“And I’d be shaking because I just want you inside of me.”

“I want to be inside of you.”

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