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As I pull him close, my lips are close to his neck.
It would be so easy to kiss him there. Just a peck, a little soft kiss on his skin. I know that would make me want to kiss Logan everywhere, though.
I jump as a sound comes from down the hall, but it’s just a member of the room service staff bringing up a tray for one of the other suites.
I pull away and give Logan a little salute.
I feel a little like a wolf on a leash as I walk off, heading back down the elevator and out into the world.
I take a long walk back to my apartment. It’s early summer and the air is balmy, humid, almost like I’m on a tropical island rather than one covered in brick and concrete. A warm breeze blows through the trees along the sidewalk, and the city feels alive in a way it hasn’t in a long time.
He’shereagain.
Like a comet flashing through my world, brightening the entire atmosphere around me.
Later that night at home, I crawl into bed and take out my sketchpad, drawing Logan’s face from memory. The way I see him in dreams. Half-lidded, soulful, and hungry. Beautiful.
I don’t post a shot of it to my Instagram. This piece of art is just for me.
I turn out my light and throw my head back onto the pillow, looking out through the cracked window at the dim glow of a lamp post outside.
I don’t even know that I’ve dozed off when the dream starts.
In the dream, I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, strokingmyself, when I look up and see Logan sitting on the armchair in the corner of my room. He slides off, getting onto his knees, and looks up at me.
We’re filming something, too.
Not something for one of his shows. Something just for me.
There’s a video camera set up in the opposite corner of the room, and Logan’s eyes snap over toward it with a calm determination.
“Eyes on me, my love,” I murmur in a deep tone. “Take out your cock.”
Even in the dream, calling himmy love,and him accepting it, strikes me as impossible.
I’m not allowed to call him that.
Or am I?
He follows what I say, though, reaching down to pull out his long, perfect cock. Every time I dream of Logan, hewantsto do exactly what I tell him, and it makes me so fucking hard it aches.
“Touch yourself while you watch me,” I command him.
“It’s all I want to do, Chase.”
“I know it is. I want you to get as close as you can, and when you’re about to finish, you’re going to stop. Okay?”
“Fuck. Don’t make me stop. Why do I have to stop?”
I stand up and loom over him, placing my hand underneath his jaw. “Because I don’t want you to make yourself come. I’m going to bend you over andfuckthe cum out of you. Ever had a hands-free orgasm?”
Logan groans.
I bend over and bring my lips close to his, hovering just a few millimeters away from his mouth. I breathe him in, pausing to speak.
“Say it,” I tell him, my lower lip so close to brushing against his. “I need to hear you say it.”
“Chase…”
