Page 2 of Praise You

I’ve done this so many times it’s like autopilot. But with this man, it’s different. I want to put on a show and make this the best he’s ever seen. He was so close to exiting, and I want him to know staying was worth it.

I quickly grip my chair, dragging it to me. Lifting my leg up, I rest it on the chair facing the camera. My dick is bobbing up and down in front of me, wanting to climb through the screen to get to the gorgeous man in front of me. Circling around my shaft with my hand, I give myself a few tugs, smiling when I hear the man moan softly on the other side.

“You like what you see?” I rasp, my hand picking up speed as I jerk myself off. I deepen my voice as I tend to do when doing a live session. I do it so hopefully no one recognizes my voice. Luckily, I haven’t run into anyone I know yet.

The man whispers a soft ‘yes’ and I can only imagine what he looks like right now. With one hand working my shaft, I use my other to flick and caress my chest. The whole time I’m stroking myself, I’m picturing what the man is doing on the other side.

“You should take your pants off and join me.” And since I can’t see him, I can only guess he still hasn’t undressed. It’s not a far assumption based on how shy he seems.

“Oh, um. I don’t know,” he whispers, his voice shaky.

“Hey,” I say softly. “It's okay. To let go. To enjoy yourself. Why don’t you try?”

Wanting to make him more comfortable, I sit back down in my chair, waiting to see what move he makes next. I don’t want to force him, and he needs to take the next step on his own. Through the screen I can hear him sighing, followed by the sound of pants being shoved down. I do an internal happy dance.

“Now what?” He asks breathlessly.

“Grab your dick and jerk yourself.” I wait a few seconds before saying, “Are you touching yourself? Fuck. That’s sexy. Good job.” He whimpers loudly and I freeze.

“Did you like that? Me telling you that you did a good job?”

“Yes.”

Fuck, I have never wanted to be able to climb through a screen so badly before. What I wouldn’t give to be able to touch him, feel his skin against mine. What the fuck? I have never had thoughts like this before. At least not with someone who’s here to watch my shows. It has to be his innocence.

“Touch yourself for me,” I demand.

I’m not used to being this tame. Usually I’m more vocal, touching myself in more ways, but with him, I don’t want to scare him. I want to take it slow and easy and not risk spooking him.

“Fuck, I bet you look so damn good. I bet your hand is working your cock like the good boy I know you are. I want you to imagine I’m there with you. That there’s no screen between us. Just me standing in front of you, dropping to my knees to take you in my mouth.” His pants and whimpers hit my ears through the speakers and I yearn to hear more. “You’re so fucking perfect for me. Doing exactly what I say. Have you ever done this before?”

“No,” he moans. “I-I’ve never done this before.”

“Really? Cause you’re doing so good for me. Grip yourself a little tighter. Picture my hands instead of yours.”

“I’m close, I’m so close.” As much as I don’t want this to end, I’m just as close as he is. This experience has been unlike anything I’ve done before, from how we began to ending up here.

“Fucking come for me. I want you to come all over your hand.”

The words have barely left my mouth when he cries out as pleasure overtakes him. Knowing he’s never done this before ignites a fire in me and I erupt all over my hand, rope after rope of cum shooting out.

“You did so good.” I praise him, falling back into my chair. Looking down, I chuckle at the mess I made all over my hand. Fuck, I can’t remember the last time I came so much.

“Thank you,” he stutters out.

“We should definitely do this again. What—”

He cuts me off before I can finish my sentence. “I-I-I don’t think so. This was great—but uh, yeah. Thanks.”

Before I can say anything, there’s a click, and everything goes black. The screen displays ‘BetweenThePages has left the live’ and I sigh, wishing he hadn't left so quickly.

“Well, fuck.” I slump in my seat, scrubbing my hands down my face and sigh loudly at him vanishing.

As much as I would want him to join another live of mine, I have a feeling I’ll never see the mystery man again.

Chapter One

Oliver

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