Page 28 of Just Between Us

I stared at my phone, cradled at the center of the ring light.

I could always make a video for Veda first ...

I had never done that before. Typically I would create whatever mass content would be delivered to the subscribers. Once I was finished with work, I would record something just for her and upload it to the private channel only we shared. Sending her something explicit was like my reward for appeasing the masses.

I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, resting the back of my head against the couch cushion. Her face filled my mind—thick black hair and how easy it would be to grip its length in my fist. Piercing jade-green eyes. Dark, thick lashes that would flutter closed as my cock slipped between her pillowy lips.

Blood surged between my legs, and my cock went rigid. My eyes opened, and I stared at my lap in disbelief. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

Excitement raced through me, and I leaned forward, turning on my phone. I opened the video recording app, deciding to capitalize on this moment and record something just for Veda.

I settled back into the couch. The red light blinked, and I stared straight into the camera. “You know, I was thinking about you.” One hand flicked open the top button on my shirt, then the next. I continued to unbutton as I spoke. “I remember seeing you on the street. You had just gotten a coffee and were rushing to work, but, damn, you looked good.” I licked my lips as my shirt fell open.

“I liked the sass and fire in your eyes.” I chuckled, adjusting my hips as my cock got harder. “You didn’t like that I was making you late for work, but I couldn’t help it. I like taking up your time.” My hands moved to the sides of my cock, showing off its shape beneath the fabric of my pants. “Fuck, look what you do to me.”

I closed my eyes, groaning as I leaned my head back. I imagined it was Veda touching me. My hand stroked down the sides of my cock and squeezed. In my mind, she was on her knees in front of me, tits out and looking at me with wide-eyed desire. The ache inside me pulsed, and I got fully hard just imagining the fun we would have if she were really there.

Primed and ready, I freed my cock, making eye contact with the camera as I let her see exactly how much she turned me on. Stroking its length, I continued: “I wish you were here to spit on it. Oh, Precious, the things I would do if you were here.”

I hummed and continued stroking. “I carried your bag to work. You deserve someone who takes care of you.” With that, an idea sparked for my main content page, and I tucked it away, too lost in this moment to worry about anything else.

My forearms flexed as I brought myself closer and closer to the edge. I hissed and stroked, and before long the image of Veda on her knees in front of me was too much. I came hard—long, hot ropes of cum painting my tattooed stomach as it flexed. My breaths were haggard as my eyes opened. I stared into the camera and shook my head with a wry smile. “I think you’re going to be the death of me, Precious.”

I leaned forward and stopped the video. After opening Pulse, I uploaded the video to the private channel I shared with Veda. I stood and moved to the bathroom to shower. With a white towel wrapped around my hips, I returned to the living room and fired up the video recording app once again.

It blinked to life, and I sat on the couch with a sigh. It was oddly reassuring knowing that Veda had already received the best I had to offer and everyone else was left with her scraps. Anyone viewing would be getting measly leftovers.

Still, I spoke again as if I were talking directly to her. “Hey, Precious. Don’t be surprised when people show up for you. I know it’s easy for you to be the boss and take charge, but sometimes? Sometimes it’s okay to let someone else take the reins for a while.” I sat back, confident the towel covered me but that the viewers would be satisfied enough with my post-orgasm, post-shower glow. “Maybe that someone could be me.” I shrugged and stopped the video before posting it to my main content channel.

Amped up, I flicked through my notifications to find her username. The green dot indicating she was online sent a heady zip through my bloodstream.

Mr.Right.Now:You’ve got mail.

MsBlackCat:I see that. Two videos? Busy bee.

Mr.Right.Now:Did you watch them yet?

MsBlackCat:Eh ... I’m thinking about it.

I chuckled and imagined her aloof shrug while also stifling a soft smile. Bubbles popped up and disappeared as she continued to type.

MsBlackCat:Hmm, so what exactly would you do if I was there? You left that part out.

A smug smile pulled at my lips.

Mr.Right.Now:So you did watch it.

My fingers itched to video chat with her. I needed to see her face, but I didn’t want to scare her off again. It seemed as though she found it easier—safer—to banter behind the safety of a screen.

Mr.Right.Now:Come out with me tonight. Maybe I’ll show you what could happen.

Minutes passed and it felt like hours. Enticing Veda was a delicate dance of push and pull. She needed coaxing, but I also wanted her towantmore to happen. Yet it was impossible to think that whatever this attraction was could be one-sided.

Or maybe she’s only attracted to Mr.Right.Now.

I swallowed past the lump that formed in my throat. I hadn’t considered the possibility that Veda had no interest in me outside of what I provided online. A sick, oily feeling pooled in my gut.

MsBlackCat:Can’t. I have a meeting with the Bluebirds.

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