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Chatterbox: OMG! That’s incredible >

Logan: Thanks! Care to celebrate later?

Chatterbox: My place at 7?

CHAPTER 40: EARNING DESIGNATIONS

POPPY

“Champagne?” Logan questions the glass I forced into his hand the minute I opened my door. Ever since he told me he got the job, I have been a ball of excitement and butterflies. I know how bad he wanted this, and tonight, I want to show him how proud I am of him. I just hope I’m not blurring any lines with what I’m about to do.

“Well, it’s not a celebration without champagne,” I retort. “Congratulations on the job.”

He walks into my apartment, tipping his glass against mine. We both take a long sip, and he follows me toward my room.

“So, what are we studying tonight?” he asks.

“Nothing,” I say, stepping closer to where he is standing. “Tonight is about you. We are going to celebrate.”

His eyes go dark as they rake over me. I grab the glass he is holding and set them both down on the nightstand before walking back over to where he stands. He pulls me in, and I’m surrounded by the smell of teakwood and the warmth of his body.

He leans down to kiss me. His hand lightly tugs on my hair, causing me to tilt my head back, deepening his kiss. Iwalk him backward until I feel my door behind him. I slowly break away. My hands run down the buttons of his shirt undoing each one so that I have more access to his chest and abs. I let my hands explore while I lay kisses along his jawline. I feel his jaw tick with each kiss I plant.

“And what if I want to make it about you?” he asks.

I shake my head. “Not allowed. Tonight is about you.”

I kiss him before he can argue. My hands reach down and find his belt. I slowly unbuckle it and begin to trail kisses down his chest and abs. I pull my hair back, drop to my knees, and pull down on his pants and boxers, causing them to fall on the floor around his ankles. His cock breaks free and he quickly kicks away his pants.

I continue to plant kisses down his body, paying special attention to the skin right above his cock. He moans my name. I grasp his length in my hand, pumping up and down a few times, causing him to let out another groan. I keep my eyes on his as I lower my head and run my tongue along the length of his shaft. I continue toying with him as I let my tongue explore and taste him, not yet taking him into my mouth.

My tongue grazes the head, licking away a bead of salty liquid that was beginning to leak from the tip. I take my tongue up and down the length of him a few more times, cupping his balls in my hand. He moans. I wrap my lips around his shaft and take the full length of him into my mouth. His hips jolt, and I let him hit the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he lets out. “Look at you taking my cock like that.”

I slowly move my mouth over his cock, stopping every now and then to suck hard on the tip. His hips begin to rock, and I take that as a sign that he likes what I’m doing. I let him fuck my mouth over and over. I hear his head fall back against the door, and when I look up at him, his eyes are slightly hooded, but he is watching my every move. Hishands find my hair, and he holds me in place, not letting me come up for air.

His hips buck harder. I can tell he’s close. With one hand I grasp the base, adding to the friction, and with the other I play with his balls, gently squeezing. I moan into him and let the vibrations of my mouth take him over the edge until he finally lets go. I savor every last drop of him, letting him ride out his orgasm. When I’m sure he’s done, I take my time, lapping up every bit of cum that remains on his cock. “Fuck,” he says again, gently banging the back of his head against the door a couple of times. I help him find his clothes and watch as he pulls on his pants.

“I hope that was okay,” I say suddenly, unsure of myself.

“What?”

“Well, my ex said more than once that I was bad at them, and so I haven’t given anyone a blow job since.” His shoulders tense, and for a split second, I think I see his hands ball into a fist.

“Okay?” He walks over to me and wraps me in his arms. “Poppy, if I ever tell you I didn’t like what just happened, then you have my permission to commit me.” I nuzzle into his chest and breathe him in. “Plus, I’m not sure what this ex of yours was on, but I seem to remember you saying you wanted to specialize in swallowing, and I can confirm you deserve the designation.” The corners of his mouth tip up into that sexy grin that turns me into mush. My cheeks are no doubt cherry red, and I can feel the blush crawl across my neck and shoulders. He leans down and plants a kiss on my forehead.

He pulls his shirt over his head. “I’ll see you later,” he says. I shouldn’t be surprised, this has become our little ritual. He comes over, we fool around, he kisses me on the forehead, and then he leaves.

“I made dessert,” I say rather abruptly and not as smoothly as I intended.

“Dessert?”

“Yeah, I made you a cake.” I instantly feel so stupid. I’m the one that is insistent that this is nothing more than sex, and here I am making him a whole ass cake to tell him I’m proud of him.

“You made me a cake?” I nod still unsure of why I did. He laughs and then walks over and pulls me in for another hug, “First a blow job and now cake. Are you trying to make me fall in love with you?” I know he is only joking, but the wordlovecauses me to silently panic.

I shake my head, “No, I’m just proud of you, and I knew you were coming over tonight. If you are going to be weird about it, I will make you leave without any cake. Seeing as we are friends that have sex and study, I didn’t think having cake together would be that big of a deal.”

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