Page 51 of For the Cameras

“Oh, I do,” he said, moving to the side so I could see his face next to the camera. “I just want to tease you a little bit, like you’ve teased me in all your videos.”

I groaned, my cock bobbing in the air again. “Payback, huh?”

“I’m a big fan of your videos, but for just this once, I get to be in control,” he said. “I want to have a little fun with it. Now put your fist around your cock again.”

I did as he said, the relief of my hand already bringing me a step closer to coming.

Maybe my followers would hate this. But maybe some of them would love it, too. Hearing the voice of someone thathadjust been a fan until now, edging me until I was about to blow.

“It feels so good,” I said, my voice low and sultry now, too. “You enjoying watching me?”

“I could watch you for hours,” he murmured. “Is that what I should do? Tease you for hours and hours? Deny you? Make you beg?”

I pulled in a sharp breath of air, squeezing my cock. “I really want to come for you.”

“I know you do, Adam,” he purred.

Fuck, I loved the sound of my name on his lips.

“You know I can’t wait that long to come for you,” I whispered. “You want to see it just as badly, too.”

He hummed. “You have my permission.”

I sighed audibly and pumped my cock in my fist. He had dipped lower, crouching and changing the angle of the camera so that I could see him watching me now in my full field of view. As I jerked off I tried to keep my eyes down, but when I looked up and made eye contact with him, I couldn’t look away.

He was so close to me now. Watching me. Waiting for me to give him what he wanted.

“You are so fucking good,” I uttered.

“Tell me what you want,” Chase said, his eyes half-lidded, his gaze holding mine.

“I want to come,” I uttered. “And…”

I trailed off, not finishing my sentence. Chase watched me intently, waiting for me to say something.

“Tell me,” he repeated, gentle and firm all at once.

“Touch me,” I said under my breath, and I watched as his eyes flared wide, just for a moment.

It was what I’d been silently repeating in my mind, but it had somehow escaped my lips. I’d meant to ask it more like a question, but it had come out as something different.

Something more like begging.

There was a beat of silence, and I swallowed, taking my hand off my cock. The tension built up ten times more than before.

Then I felt the warmth of Chase’s palm come down on my thigh, and it was like the answer to a question I’d been asking all day. Allweek.

I’d needed his touch.

Chase managed to hold the camera with one hand while he slid his hand up my thigh, rubbing close to my cock, but not touching it.

“Please,” I heard myself say, heat rippling through me.

The moment Chase’s hand landed at the base of my cock I forgot about the camera entirely.

“Come for me,” he commanded, like he already knew I was going to do absolutely anything he told me.

My eyes fluttered shut. “I’m going to.”

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