Page 64 of Staying Selfless

Opening my eyes, I watch as Logan’s naked body crawls between my bare legs. Her soft hand strokes my morning wood, causing an involuntary hiss to escape through my teeth from the sensation. At the sound, Logan’s green eyes peer up to me through her lashes before her lips form into a sneaky little smirk.

Without hesitation, Logan wraps her lips around my dick, her head bobbing up and down with me in her mouth. I can’t take my eyes off her as I watch her red hair falling around her shoulders, her pink lips sucking and stroking me.

She flips her hair over her shoulder, getting it out of the way, and to give myself a better visual of her mouth wrapped around my guy, I help by gathering her hair in my hands.

What can I say? I’m helpful that way.

Her naked body is lying between my spread legs as her mouth brings me closer to the edge. She uses her hand on the base of my cock, whatever doesn’t fit, as she strokes and twists, making me harder than I’ve ever been in my life.

“Fucking hell, Logan. You feel so fucking good,” I breathe out.

And when I hit the back of her throat, my head falls back to the pillow below me.

Even though I could bask in the moment with my eyes closed and my head thrown back, feeling everything she’s doing to me, I’d much rather watch my talented girl. So, I look down at her once again.

Her free hand anchors on my hip, and I can just ever so slightly see her bouncing tits behind her bobbing head. The combination of the blowjob, the visual, and finally having my girl in bed with me again is about to make me explode.

I pull at Logan’s hand, causing her to look up at me.

“Come here.” My voice is breathy as I nod towards my dick.

Logan sucks her cheeks in before releasing me from her mouth with a loud ‘pop,’ causing me to almost come right then.

My girl climbs on top of me, her legs straddling mine, as she grips my cock and slowly slides it inside of her.

Her head falls back once I’ve entered her, her palms anchored on my chest. We both take a moment to adjust to the sensation before my hands find her hips, moving them at my desired tempo.

I pull and knead at her hips, rocking her body on my dick. There’s no way I’m going to last. I’m already on the edge. I know I’m way ahead of Logan, seeing as she started getting me off as soon as I was awake, so I slide one of my hands down, my broad thumb finding her swollen bud, knowing this will make her come the quickest.

As soon as I press against her clit, Logan’s head falls forward in a moaning cry. Her noises are like music to my ears, encouraging me to circle and rub, drawing her to release with me.

I continue my thumb’s movements as I try not to come until I can get her there with me, but I’m having a hard time holding back when she’s literally bouncing on my dick. Eventually, Logan’s hands claw at my chest, and I can see it in her ragged movements that she’s almost there. I add a bit more pressure as she continues to ride me until, finally, I feel her walls tightening around me, her beautiful body beginning to tremble.

She cries out my name as I rock her hips a few more times, coming with her. A few grunts and a couple of curse words leave my lips as I ride out my high, my girl still sitting on my dick.

Logan’s golden body falls onto mine, our rapidly rising and falling chests pressed together, as I hold her ass in my hands until, eventually, our breathing slows and steadies.

“Fuck yes,” I say between earned breaths. “Birthday sex.”

Logan begins shaking with laughter before she looks up and places her lips on mine. “Mmm, birthday sex,” she repeats with another kiss.

“Hi. I love you. Happy birthday. All that good stuff,” she murmurs against my lips.

“Hi. I love you. Thank you.” I wear a satisfied smile as she climbs off me.

Logan walks towards my bathroom, but I add one more thing before she is out of sight. “And thanks for the birthday BJ. Incredible job, babe.”

She looks over her shoulder, her perky ass on full display, as she shoots me a devilish smirk. “Oh, trust me. It was my pleasure.”

I hear her start the shower, and as amazing as it sounds to join her, I don’t know if I physically can. We were up most of the night, going two more rounds, plus the one this morning, and I’m spent. It’d be too tempting, trying to take an innocent shower when the water is coating her body, and the soap suds are washing her skin.

I lie still on my bed as Logan cleans off, but it doesn’t take long before she comes waltzing out, golden skin glistening from the water. She scrunches her hair in the towel, squeezing out some of the moisture before standing in front of the mirror over my dresser and brushing out her locks.

She has a few things at this house and a few belongings at the hockey house. Just everyday stuff I bought for her, like a toothbrush and a brush for her hair. But I wouldn’t mind if she moved a few more things in. I want wherever I’m staying to be where she’s staying too. Especially now, with us not knowing how much longer we have left to live in the same city.

I keep my focus on her, my eyes wandering over her frame as she continues to smooth out her dark red hair. My gaze trails up her legs, lingering a bit longer on her ass and along her slender back until, eventually, she catches me staring through the mirror.

“What?” she asks me in the reflection, seeming exceptionally skeptical of my gaze.

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