Page 21 of Finding Lord Landry

I rolled my eyes but stood a little straighter and turned so he could see my ass. I hadn’t spent half my life doing squats at the gym to miss an opportunity to see this man’s expression get even hungrier.

He let out a low wolf whistle. “Pan up and down. Step a little away and let me see your legs. Fuck, Kenj.”

I lifted one of my legs in an exaggerated froggy cowboy maneuver and made a stupid face. “I’m not a cam boy. You get what you pay for on this channel.”

He laughed while yanking off his shirt. “Okay, okay. But don’t take them off yet.” He unbuttoned his jeans and shimmied out of them, leaving a tight-fitting pair of black-patterned boxer briefs I recognized from an ad campaign he did once.

Landry’s blue-green eyes came closer to the camera. “Okay,now. But tease me a little while you do it.”

My cock was already getting hard, jutting out the front of the suit and pulling the waistband away from my lower belly. I ran my fingers down my chest and snuck them into the opening. Landry made a low groan.

I secretly loved turning Landry on. He was so easy, so expressive. But the commanding edge to him during sex made me want to roll over and show him my fucking belly.

Preening in front of him, watching him react, was one of the ways I retained a little control over the situation. Otherwise, I’d most likely collapse into a puddle of submissiveness… which would be absolutely unacceptable.

If Landry knew exactly how much I craved him, I’d never hear the end of it. And if he ever learned how much his slightly cocky, teasing way turned me on, he’d be insufferable.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, feeling the soft brush of my hair slide down my bare back. I stroked my cock inside the suit and let out a sigh of appreciation and relief.

“That’s it,” Landry murmured. “Cup your balls. Let me see the tip. Are you leaking?”

His voice washed over me, making my skin prickle and my nipples tighten. I used one hand to push down the front of the suit while I stroked up with the other and revealed my cock head, sticky with precum. I smoothed my thumb over it and brought it to my mouth, making a show of tasting it and sucking it.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed.

I opened my eyes and met his before pulling the suit completely off and using both hands to stroke and cup and tug myself.

“Kenji, fuck,” he said, over and over again. He yanked off his own underwear and lay on the bed, stretching out until his cock stood up from his neatly trimmed pubes.

I’d made fun of him once, early in our time together, for being excessively manscaped. He’d explained it was a professional requirement. That was the first time I’d stopped to think about how many people had seen Landry naked. About how many people got to have a say about how he maintained his body.

And it had made me white-hot with anger and jealousy.

I sat back on the bed and pulled my feet up so he could see my hole. The noise he made ramped up my heart rate. I ran a finger lightly over the crinkled skin and imagined it was Landry’s teasing touch.

“That’s it,” he said. “Push it inside for me. Finger yourself.”

I curled my toes but refused to do as he’d said. It felt too good keeping us both on the knife’s edge.

“Kenji,” he growled. “Where’s your lube?”

I swiped a finger over my slit and moved the sticky precum down to rub over my hole. He sucked in a breath and growled my name again.

The lube was under my pillow. I reached for it and poured some into my hand before moving it back down to stroke my cock. “You’re so impatient,” I warned.

“Turn around on all fours. Face down. Ass up. Give it to me.”

My cock jerked in my hand. I wanted to do what he said, and if he’d been there with me in person, I would have obeyed him right away. But for some reason, this… this distance… doing it over a screen… made me less compliant. Part of me felt like if I gave him everything he wanted, he wouldn’t come back for more. And I didn’t want to delve too deeply intothatfucked up line of thought.

Instead, I pressed my finger inside, just the tiniest amount.

He groaned and closed his eyes, jacking his own cock faster for a few strokes. It was shiny already. He must have lubed it up when I wasn’t looking.

His voice held a growl. “Do what I say, Kenji.”

“Make me.”

He opened his eyes and met mine through the camera. “You know if I was there, you would move where I put you and do what I ask, right?”

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