Page 36 of Off Limits

“I really like fantasy books. I used to read a lot of sci-fi, but I’ve been on a nonfiction kick lately.”

Tips came in, and more text flew through the chat. I flicked my gaze to the room counter and barely managed to stop myself from visibly reacting. When I’d tuned into Dex’s show last week, he had almost three hundred people in his room, and that was before he’d taken off any clothes. The room was already at over six hundred people, and we’d only been online for a few minutes.

Dex helped lead more small talk-type questions where people asked about me or about us being stepbrothers. He did most of the talking but made sure to loop me in enough that I didn’t just sit there like a statue.

“Yes, we’re really stepbrothers,” he said to the camera, his voice taking on the overly even tone he used when he was getting angry. This was the fourth time someone had basically called us liars in the last few minutes. “Of course we don’t look alike. We’restepbrothers. Not actual brothers.”

I snickered. “Do you have any idea how many times your old teachers at school would say shit like that? ‘Wow, you and Jake don’t look anything alike.’ And I’d just stand there like, ‘Ofcourse we don’t. We have different parents. And they’d just keep going on about how crazy it was that we were so different.”

Dex shot me an amused look. “Knowing the types of teachers we had at our school, I believe that.”

“Your old junior varsity assistant coach was the worst. I had him for PE the year after you moved up to varsity. I thought he was going to stroke out yelling at me to hustle and run faster because my ‘brother’ was a superstar sprinter, and he didn’t understand how I could hate running so much.”

Dex laughed. “That tracks. I swear he’s had one too many head injuries and it scrambled his brain. He used to say the same thing to a buddy of mine’s younger brother, like his actual brother. The man couldn’t seem to grasp that siblings aren’t carbon copies of each other.”

He paused and returned his attention to the screen as more tips came in. “I think we’re good to get things started.” He shot the camera a lazy grin. “So this is how the show is going to work. I’m going to set up a tip menu, and we’ll do most of the show like that. When it’s time for the main event, we’re going to switch to a ticket show. If you tip over a certain threshold during the first part of the show, you’ll automatically be added to the ticket show, so if you get a purple notification when I set up the sale, you don’t have to buy a ticket.” He shot me a quick look, silently asking if I was ready.

I nodded and sucked in a small breath.

Dex tapped on a few keys, and a graphic appeared in the chat with the menu he’d created.

He hadn’t even sat back when the first tip came in.

“Thank you, Lola.” He glanced at me and whispered, “Neck kiss.”

I hesitated. Should I kiss his neck, or was he going to kiss mine?

Dex took care of answering that and leaned closer. The soft brush of his lips against my skin sent a shiver of awareness up my spine, and the slight rasp of his stubble woke up nerve endings deep in my body.

This wasn’t good. All he’d done was kiss my neck, and I could already feel the start of a boner. How the hell was I going to last a whole show if I was getting excited just from a neck kiss?

Several tips came in, and he pulled away. I glanced at his crotch and bit back my sigh of relief when I saw the small bulge. At least I wasn’t the only one enjoying things.

Dex thanked a bunch of people, then turned back to me. “We’ve got another neck kiss, skin touching, and cupping,” he said, keeping his voice low. “Do you want to…”

Nodding, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his throat.

He smelled amazing, like sunshine mixed in with his usual cinnamon and bergamot, and I gently sucked on his skin for a few beats.

Dex let out a soft groan and leaned closer, pressing his neck against my mouth.

I pulled back before I marked him, but it was more of a struggle than I wanted to admit. Was I into marking? It had never been on my radar before. Or was I just into marking Dex?

His expression was so full of heat that my breath caught, and I barely managed to stop my own groan as Dex slipped his hand under my shirt and gently rubbed it over my stomach, his touch waking up more of those long-dormant nerves deep in my body.

“You want to cup me?” he asked in that same quiet tone that only I could hear.

I nodded and pressed my palm against his bulge, giving it a little squeeze just because I could.

He let out another of those too-sexy groans and grew against my hand until he was fully hard.

The sensation made my own dick thicken until we were both rocking boners.

The next few minutes were a blur of Dex talking to the camera, tips coming in, and him telling me what to do.

Most of the tips were for the smaller things, like more cupping and over-the-clothes touching, but there were a few more neck kisses sprinkled in there too.

I’d assumed this part would be more clinical, like we’d fumble a bit and it wouldn’t really do much to get me hot because I’d still be getting used to the camera. Plus, things were still pretty innocent. But my body hadn’t gotten the memo because I was hard as a rock, and it felt like my skin was charged with electricity every time he touched me, even when it was over my clothes.

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