Page 136 of Silk Sheets

“That’s a good fucking slut,” he praised, and I squeezed around my fingers, desperately wishing he was inside of me. He glanced down at his lap and I tossed my head back, arching off the mattress.

“Logan,” I sighed, feeling my orgasm creep up. “Please—“

“Not yet,”he whimpered, his head rolling back against his headrest. His lips slightly parted with his eyes brows drawn close together with a pleasurable pain etched across his face.

The sight of him pleasing himself sent heat growing in my core. Knowing he was getting off because of me pushed me further to the edge.

“Fuck, baby, say my name,”he groaned and I could feel my arousal leaking between my legs.

I opened my mouth, but the overwhelming pleasure made it difficult to speak. All I could utterwashis name, over and over and over until he whimpered, coming all over his lap. I came down from the intense high too, allowing my legs to fall flat.

I caught my breath and my eyes fluttered closed.

When my eyes finally landed on him, he had his head thrown back, eyes closed and a satisfied grin pulling at his lips.I smiled too.

He looked down at his lap then at me, slowly giving his head a slight shake.

I chuckled, a tear escaping from the corner of my eye but I quickly wiped it away.

His head tilted in concern, but I could only offer my best and most convincing smile.

“What’s wrong?”

I immediately shook my head. “Nothing.”

Fighting back tears, I sat up. “I have to go, but call me tomorrow?” I asked and he reluctantly nodded. “Bye,” I ended the call and fell back, squeezing my eyes shut with a quivering bottom lip.I miss him so bad.

My hand clamped over my mouth as a tremor hit me, and I allowed my tears to roll. Sniffling quietly, my eyes stayed closed for a little while longer.

Eventually, I rolled out of bed and got cleaned up. I placed my laptop on my desk before crawling into bed. I snuggled with the purple teddy bear Logan had gotten for me, attempting to comfort myself. It smelled like him too.

Soon, my cellphone chimed, and I reached over to pick it up, reading the text message.

Mom: You up?

I chuckled, shaking my head.Sometimes my mom texts me like a teenage boy.

I texted back that I was about to fall asleep, and stared at my screen for what felt like ten minutes but there was no response from her.

I tossed my cell phone back on my bed, cuddling my stuffed toy.I know I’ll see him soon. We just have to wait for all of this to blow over.

My cellphone chimed again, but before I could reach for it there was a knock on the door.

I climbed out of bed and dragged my feet out of my room. Let’s play a game of ‘did my mom forget something’ or ‘is she being an irresponsible teenage girl who sneaks in late.’

I unlocked the door with the face she usually held whenever I came home late, but it immediately vanished when Logan stared back at me.

Without thinking, I leaped into his arms, swinging my arms and legs around him. “Hey, baby,” he chuckled, holding the back of my thighs and pressed multiple kisses to the side of my head.

He carried me inside and shut the door. I buried my face in the crease of his neck, too afraid to let go. His familiar scent landed straight in my chest, giving my heart comfort.

Holding me with one arm, he locked the door and carried me into my bedroom. He shut the door and I pulled back.

“What are you doing here?” My eyes grew wide. Before he could answer, I pressed my lips to his and he smiled into the kiss.

He carried me to my bed, carefully laying me down and climbing on top of me.

Our tongues danced to a slow, passionate rhythm and warmth bloomed across my chest. It feltsogood having him close to me again.