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I rollover to find Logan kneeling above me. His boxers are gone, and his cock is fully exposed. He slowly rubs his hand, now wet from my cum, up and down his shaft. His eyes look darker than usual and slightly hooded, but he doesn’t take them off of me. My breath is ragged as I watch him pleasure himself and I don’t think I’ve ever watched anything sexier in my life.

I sit up on my knees and meet him. My hands find his face, and I lift my head up towards his. He meets me, kissing me hard and deep. We both fall to our sides, and our bodiestangle as we continue to kiss. His stiff cock presses up against me, and I want nothing more than to feel him fill me. I release from his kiss and roll over to grab one of the condoms that now live in my bedside table drawer. I rip it open and take my time rolling it down his shaft. He moans when I touch him, and I feel warmth gather between my legs.

He flips me to my back and kisses my neck, sending goosebumps across my body. He positions himself between my thighs and I guide him to my center. My whole body is on fire.

I breathe out his name. In one motion, he thrusts into me deeply, and I take all of him.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers before he finds my lips again, and I taste his tongue. Over and over, our bodies rock into each other. My hands frantically move between the back of his head and his shoulders, clawing at his muscles. I feel the pressure building low in my belly, and I know if I’m close, he must be too. We are all heavy breaths and moans as he completely pulls back. The emptiness I immediately feel is torture. His eyes find mine, and before I can argue, he drives back into me hard one last time. His body collapses on mine as we ride out our orgasms together.

He leaves after kissing me on the forehead, and it takes everything in me not to ask him to stay.

CHAPTER 46: THE SEMI-FINALS

LOGAN

On Tuesday, it killed me to leave, but I kissed her on the forehead and headed home, hoping deep down that soon she would ask me to stay the night.

On Thursday, she texted me and invited me over to run through her notes. After we were done studying, I sat her on her desk, kneeled before her, and made her come on my tongue. She didn’t ask me to stay the night, so I kissed her forehead and headed home.

I’ve tried to let it be just sex, but at some point, after it became just sex and studying and dessert and dinner, I realized being with her was way more than those things, and now I'm waiting for her to realize it, too.

It’s now Friday. This week at school has been incredibly normal. We steal glances, find excuses to brush up against one another when passing by in the hall, and send sexy texts that no one knows about throughout the day. I’m losing my mind over this girl, and I’m hoping she is losing hers for me too.

I pull into the parking spot in front of the pickleball courts and my phone pings.

Chatterbox: Come over tonight?

Logan: What am I helping you study?

Chatterbox: Nothing. I cleared my calendar.

Logan: Do you just want me, then?

Chatterbox: I was thinking we could hang out. Maybe you could stay over?

I stare at my phone.Stay over. Stay over. Stay. Over. I’m speechless.

Chatterbox: You don’t have to. It’s nothing serious. It’s just that Lacey is going to be out tonight. Would hate to have to fend off any potential murderers with my vibrator. >

Logan: I’d love to stay, chatterbox. I have a match tonight. Can I come afterward?

Chatterbox: Sure. Good luck! Go Dink & Balls >

Logan: See you soon!

Logan: Oh and Poppy?

Chatterbox: Yeah?

Logan: Keep that vibrator handy. I have an idea for later. >

I jump down from my truck and make my way to our assigned court. Tanner is already there and warming up. He meets me at our bench and reaches out his hand and pulls me into a hug, slapping me on the back.

“What, or should I ask who, has you smiling like that?” he asks.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Dude, I’d like to think that goofy ass smile has to do with us making it to the semi-finals, but I know you don’t like this sport that much.”

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