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“Yeah.”

Excited. Scared. Horny as fuck just imagining it.

“The fans will be watching live,” Christian says.

My breath stutters, the fake balls of the dildo coming to rest at my ass.

“It’ll be like they’re right there in the room with you,” he adds, and I groan, my cock jerking. Christian huffs a laugh. “You really do like that, huh?”

“What…gave me away?” I ask, pulling the dildo nearly all the way out and fucking it back in. My mouth parts, breath leaving me at that smooth glide. At knowing Christian is watching. I can’t help but wonder if he’s imagining it’s him sinking inside me instead.

“Not sure if you know this, Specs,” he says almost fondly, “but you seem to have a little thing for being watched.”

I choke on a laugh.

“You’re gorgeous like this,” he goes on. “Uninhibited. And don’t forget to stroke your cock. He looks lonely.”

I mutter a curse, hand flying to my dick.

“Mm, there you go. You’re like this in your videos, too. I watched a couple this week.”

Lightning crackles down my spine, and I dig my toes into the sheets, pace stuttering. “You did?”

“Mhm. I’ve never seen anyone as raw as you when it comes to sex. You’re completely devoid of artifice on that screen. Same way as you are right now, here in front of me. It’s stunning.”

My breath puffs out of me as I work myself over. Not only stroking my cock, but pumping the dildo in and out of my ass, again and again until it feels as if I’ll explode. Christian helps me along.

“I’m gonna enjoy being the one to make you come.”

With a muffled groan, my body twists, my grip on the dildo slipping as my hand flies over my cock. I jerk, my muscles locking tight, ass strangling the toy as sparking energy fires through my veins. My cum coats the sheets in front of me as Christian makes a sound that rivals my own.

“Fucking hell, Specs.”

I pant, catching my breath as I roll to my back. “Do… Do you jerk off when…you watch me?”

Christian hums, a quiet sound. “I haven’t.”

I crane my head to look up at his window. “Why not?” I ask, feeling almost…disappointed by that. “Does it not turn you on?”

“Oh, Specs,” he says quickly, shaking his head. “You turn me on so much it’s painful. Don’t doubt that.”

I grab the dildo, pulling it free and making a mental note to wash my sheets. “Then why?”

“It felt like one thing to watch and entirely another to participate,” he says simply. “And, frankly, watching you is kind of like looking at art. I’m okay with enjoying the view.”

I blow out a breath, sitting up. “You could if you want. I’d be okay with you participating.”

It looks as if his lips quirk into a smile. “Noted.”

“Um, Christian?”

“Yeah, Specs?”

“Thanks for watching.”

This time, there’s definitely a smile. “Anytime.”

Chapter 6

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