Rogan smut

Transatlantic call

"Hey, Logan."

"Hey, Ace. How are the accommodations at your grandmother's?" Logan asks.

"Good. Only real complaint I have is grandma wakes me up everyday at 8:30 in the morning for breakfast." Rory complains.

"Have you talked to your mom?"

"No. She was supposed to come to court. But she never showed. And now I have to do 300 community service hours and find a job. But enough about me. How's the guys' trip?"

"It's fun. You should join us sometime. Colin met a milkmaid here. Finn and I haven't seen him since. Tomorrow we're planning on rolling a big wheel of cheese down the hill." Logan says.

"But why?"

"Just for fun. I miss you, Ace. I wish you were here with me."

"I miss you too Logan."

"Have you used my gift?" Logan asks. Before leaving with Colin and Finn to traipse around Europe, he gave Rory a vibrator.

"No," Rory blushes.

"Why not?"

"I'd rather wait for you to come back." Rory admits. "You know I'm not comfortable with this."

"Are you in your room?." Logan asks, in a quiet sexy voice.

"Yes. Why?"

"Just asking. Lock the door."

"It's already locked. I don't want the maid or my grandma coming in uninvited."

"Now tell me what you're wearing." Logan says in a husky sexy voice.

Rory sits on the edge of her bed. "I am so not telling you."

"Why not?" Logan asks.

"I am not comfortable with this. You know that."

"You said you miss me. I miss you a lot more. Trust me. Just let me talk you through it ok? Trust me. It might help you sleep better. I know it will help me." Logan says.

"Ok, fine." Rory scoots to the head of the bed. Leaning her back against the headboard. "I'm wearing tank top and shorts."

"Hmm. Are they the dark blue shorts that are so short, they're almost obscene? If you bend over I can see your lacy underwear." Logan asks

"I don't own any shorts that do that." Rory complains.

"Oh, you do. Trust me you do. I just don't say anything about it because they're hot and sexy and I don't want you to stop wearing them around me." Logan says his voice becoming more gravelly.

"Well either way. No it's not those short. These are my black shorts."

"Ooh, the ones that hug your ass tight. I can see every curve of your ass with them on."

Rory blushes bright red. "Enough about what I'm wearing. What do you have on?"

"Nothing but boxers."

Rory licks her lips as her eyes close, envisioning Logan in his boxers sitting on the bed. Chiseled chest that she would love to rub her hands down.

"Are you envisioning me now?"

"Hmm." Rory replies, a little breathless.

Logan smiles knowing what his words are doing to her. "You know what I'd like to do right now?"

"What?"

"I would be on top of you. Sucking on your nipples through your tank top until they're little nubs."

Rory's hands traveling to her breasts, eyes closed, massaging them paying close attention to her nipples. These words and actions eliciting moans from her mouth.

"Ace, put me on speaker phone so I can hear you."

Rory puts her phone down on the bed. Turns the speaker on. Rory's moans can be heard.

"Logan, I want you so badly." Rory complains.

"Just close your eyes, and imagine I'm there, Ace."

Rory's hands snake down to her shorts. Her fingers graze her clit, making her moan loudly.

"Did you just touch yourself, Ace?"

"Hm." It was all the sound Rory could make.

"Good girl. Swirl your finger around your clit baby. Imagine it's me."

Rory does just what she's told. Biting her lip to stifle the moan. "You better tell me I'm not alone Logan."

"Trust me, Ace. I'm with you." Logan is in bed, with his erection in hand, imagining Ace's mouth on it.

Rory lets out an audible gasp. "Don't come yet, Ace. Are you all wet?"

"Mm-hmm." Rory says grabbing a pillow, biting down on it to stop from screaming.

"Enter your middle finger, Ace."

"Aah." Rory exhales as she slowly inserts her finger and starts moving. Slowly a second one joins. Rory moans, surprised her hand is doing this to her own body.

"I'm coming, Logan. I'm coming." Rory screams. Her hips bucking off the bed as an orgasm hits her. Through the phone, she hears Logan groaning through an orgasm.

Rory lays on her side, phone nearby. She hears Logan's quickened breaths trying to slow down. Her heartbeat still in a quickened pace.

"Was that good, Ace?" Logan asks.

"Hmm." Rory says. Logan takes it as a reassurance.

"Good night. Hope you sleep well tonight."