Page 12 of A Reputation Dark & Deadly
Karla shrugged. "Hell if I know," she said. "All I know is that he works there and Logan doesn't talk about him at all. I don't know if that's because there's bad blood between the brothers or if it's because he wants to keep his personal life personal." Her eyes shifted back to Peyton. "Can I talk about sex with Logan one more time and then I'll go?"
Peyton rolled her eyes. She wanted to say no. She wanted to tell Karla she had done enough and she could leave right now because sex with Logan was not something she even wanted to think about. But she gritted her teeth and nodded her head but didn't bother trying to hide the annoyed look on her face if she tried.
"Logan is going to stress you out," Karla said. "Especially considering he's your professor, your advisor, and your his TA. If you won't consider losing your virginity to him, maybe just releasing steam yourself could be beneficial. If anything, it will get you to know your body better and de-stress."
"Are you telling me to masturbate my cares away?" Peyton asked, her voice deadpan. She couldn't even believe Karla was legitimately suggesting this.
Karla nodded. "Yes," she said, standing up and grabbing her purse. "Yes, I am. If you need anything, I'm sure I'll see you around. Don't be a stranger, okay?"
Before Peyton even had a chance to respond, Karla had disappeared. Peyton shook her head, not quite sure how to feel about everything she had just learned. Perhaps the best thing for her to do would be to go back to her dorm room and try to forget about it.
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Except Peyton couldn't just forgetabout it. Not after she got home, not after she threw herself into her research, not after attempting to go to bed.
All she could think about was Logan's kiss and how much shit she was in. And how much she wanted him to do it again.
Her body crackled at the thought, like static electricity, and she felt pent up pleasure. Holding up the inside of her core, pressing against it to be released. She had been felt up before, she had even been touched before, but in her limited experience, she had never felt her body react the way it had with Logan.
Thinking about him didn't mean she liked him, it just meant that he was in her head. Perhaps the only way to get him out was to actually take Karla up on her advice and masturbate her cares away.
Peyton closed her eyes and tried to picture what Logan might look like naked. Did he have the same salt and pepper chest hair? What did he look like without his patented leather jacket. His shoulders looked broad, and though he was lean, she had a good idea that he was packed with pure muscle. Did he have a happy trail? What about his cock? Peyton wasn't so innocent in that she had never seen a cock before. She had watched porn before just to see what it was like. She was positive Logan had a long, thick cock with the annoying of arrogance that seeped out of him like water out of a full sponge.
Sliding her hand downwards, Peyton position it so her palm rested on her mound and two fingers slid between her folds until they found the nub that housed pleasure. She began to move the fingers side to side, imagining Logan was touching her rather than herself.
Her would whisper dirty things into her ear, things about how badly he wanted to fuck her, the filthy things he would do to her. It didn't matter that she was his student, he wanted her and that was enough for him. She felt her thighs get slick with pleasure and she continued to fantasize about him. He would bend her over his desk and take her from behind, his strong hands on her waist, not letting him escape from his long, powerful thrusts. In and out, in and out...
Her orgasm came without warning, and she let out a long moan as she rode the waves, twitching and combusting against her fingers. She couldn't remember the last time she got herself off, but after that, Peyton knew she needed to schedule more time to herself. And with Logan so wrapped up in her graduate schooling, at least she would never be confused as to what to fantasize about.