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I wanted this to begood.Not just for the video, but for Chase.

But I also had no idea what I was doing. I wasn’t some stud who had fucked a hundred guys on camera. I was no professional. I knew my own hand and cock very well, but was I any good at fucking someone else? Was I going to blow my load too quickly, the moment I saw myself disappear inside him?

I dried off after the shower and headed into the bedroom to see the camera rigs all set up. Chase was in full camera operator mode, going between the two of the tripods and fiddling with knobs, getting everything perfect.

“Get comfortable,” he told me with a nod. “I’m going to go rinse off now and I’ll be right back in.”

I sank down on the bed as he headed off to the shower. I shifted around, looking up at the big camera lenses, trying to get used to their presence. It sure as hell felt different than when I filmed myself jerking off to my cell phone camera.

But… I could do this.

Iwantedthis. The idea of a video of us fucking turned me the hell on just as much as it usually did. Even if I felt more pressure to perform than I ever had before.

When Chase walked back in the room with water droplets still dotting his shoulders, all thoughts of the cameras went right out of my mind. He had a towel slung around his waist right below his hips, and all I wanted to do was lick him right there.

“Come here,” I said, waving him over to the bed.

He lifted an eyebrow, looking me up and down. “I think I like you in those sweatpants.”

I glanced down to see my obvious erection forming a line at the front of the pants. “I like you in that towel, too, but I’d rather see you with it off.”

He dropped the towel and let it fall to the floor, his cock quickly hardening as it came out.

“You ready to film a video?” he asked. “I’m ready when you are.”

“You’re mine tonight,” I said, dropping my voice a little low. His eyes flared wider as I said it, which only spurred me on further. “Turn the cameras on and get over here.”

19

CHASE

The quietbeepof each camera filled the room as I started the video recording. It filled me with a sense of calm, bringing me back to reality when I’d felt like I was floating off into space all night.

We were here to film a video. Ahotvideo, and nothing more.

Even though my heart felt like it was going to jump up out of my damn throat every time I looked at Adam.

All night, Adam had been looking at me, talking to me, and touching me like I was…someoneto him. The way he’d put his hands on me in the car. In the hallway. Basically any time he looked at me or touched me, he made me feel things I hadn’t felt in a very long time.

The cameras were my lifeline. I knew that what Adam wanted more than anything was to get the best video content possible. In here, I was back in territory that I understood: making Adam look the best he could and giving him the videos he deserved.

Adam had seemed very aware of the cameras when he’d first walked in, but ever since I came back from the shower, heseemed to have gotten plenty comfortable in front of them. He was lounging on the bed, propped up on one elbow.

And his eyes were on me.

“I couldn’t stop looking at you across the table all night,” he murmured as I walked toward the bed.

I glanced back toward the cameras, looking at the obvious red recording light. I’d expected Adam to stop talking about details from tonight after we’d started filming, but he clearly didn’t give a fuck about that right now.

“Was I distracting you at dinner?” I asked playfully, trying to drop back into my usual carefree ways for the video.

“You don't know the half of it,” he said.

Fuck, there it was again. The look in his eyes that made me feel so seen in a way I wasn’t used to. I had become very familiar with guys looking at me like I was a piece of meat, but Adam was watching me like…

Well, like he was about to have a lifelong dream fulfilled, all because of me.

Like I was important.

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