Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Or maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to upload a video where he was talking to me.
“I fucking needed this,” I uttered in a low voice.
It was a shot in the dark, to see if Chase would say anything in response. But he kept silent, professional, behind the camera like he was used to doing.
The idea of hearing his voice right now was all I wanted.
Being so close to him in the silence of my bedroom was intimate in a way I never could have imagined. Him watching me almost felt similar to having him touching me—I could feel his eyes on me even more than I could feel the camera watching me.
He liked watching. Liked filming.
And apparently I fucking loved being watched.
I bit down on my lower lip, sinking back into the towel below me and squeezing tight around the base of my cock.
His lips had felt so fucking soft on mine when I’d been tipsy and stupid enough to kiss him the other night. He’d given into my kiss, even though every insecure part of me had second-guessed myself, even then, and I’d assumed he might push me away.
Talk to me, I thought.
Touch me.
When I glanced up at him again now, he was peeking over the camera, looking down at me with his big, blue eyes. I moaned involuntarily as we made eye contact, and my chest filled with heat.
“So good,” I whispered involuntarily.
I missed the slick, wet warmth of his tongue sliding along mine. How his tongue might feel on other places of my body. It was an image I’d been trying to forbid myself from thinking about ever since it happened.
And then my cock throbbed in my hand, the hint of an orgasm already threatening.
Fuck.
Nope. I wasn’t going to come this soon. Certainly not during the first time that Chase was actually filming real footage that I might upload to OnlyShots. I couldn’t deny how badly I wanted to perform for him. To give him a good show, like I had a live audience of just one person. My biggest fan.
I forced myself to think about statistics and mortgages and awkward parties—anything that would turn me off, fast.
But the slight panic was already doing the job for me. I felt my thoughts ratcheting up in speed, descending on me like a swarm.
Big problem.
Instead of just slowing down, my erection started to go away entirely, which sure as hell wasn’t a problem I usually dealt with. I stared down my torso, too aware of how it might look on camera.
“Fuck. Pause for a minute?” I said gently, looking up at Chase. My throat was dry when I spoke, like I hadn’t talked in hours.
“Done,” he said, and the little red light turned off. “You doing okay?”
The sound of his voice felt like a lifeline after the tension of the silence while we’d been filming.
“It’s so weird,” I told him, sitting up. “I usually love silence, but right now it’s making me feel like I’m going to explode.”
Chase nodded knowingly. “Lie back down. I’ll try something.”
I had no clue what he meant by that, but I did as he said, lying back in the sunlight and breathing deep. I saw the light turn on at the side of the camera again and I wrapped my fist around my cock, trying to bring it back to life.
“That’s good,” Chase’s voice came from behind the camera and I turned to him, surprised.
“Yeah?” I asked, stroking myself and starting to get a little hard again.
“I fucking love watching you,” he said gently. His tone of voice sounded professional and neutral, but something about that only made it register as more attractive to me.
Like this was all just a fun job for him, watching me get hard and jerk off and absolutely lose my goddamn mind for him.
I swallowed hard. “I’m glad you like it,” I said, tugging on my cock again as it perked right back up.
He paused recording for another moment.
“We can edit out the sound of me talking if you want,” he suggested. He was looking down at me.
I stroked myself. “Or we can leave it in. Maybe people want to hear you telling me what to do.”
Chase raised his eyebrows. “You think so?”
My breath quickened. My cock was very hard again, and I nodded. “Make me come, Chase. I think my followers would like to watch it happen.”
Talking to him like that made my cock throb. I could tell he was surprised by it too, his eyes going wide as he licked his lips.
“I am the luckiest guy in the world right now,” he muttered, and I had to fight not to grin like an idiot.
It was all just fun and games. No strings attached, the way Chase liked it.
But even if I knew all of this was just going to be a short-lived fling, it was the most fun I’d had in years.