Page 37 of Off Limits

When I finally had the wherewithal to focus on the chat, I almost choked when I saw the viewer count. More than thirteen hundred people were watching us, and we’d already made over two hundred bucks.

“Thank you, Biglife.” Dex smiled at the camera. He’d already mentioned that name a few times. They had to be one of his regulars.

“Time to lose the shirts,” he said to me. “He wants us to take them off each other.”

I nodded and sat still as Dex gripped the bottom of my shirt and tugged it up. I lifted my arms so he could slip it off me.

Dex’s eyes almost bugged out of his head when his gaze fell on my nipple rings. He’d never seen them, and I hadn’t thought to tell him about them.

“Jesus,” he croaked, his eyes glued to my chest. “When did you get those?”

“Last year. You like them?” I asked, arching my brow playfully at him.

“Hell yeah.” He licked his lips. “Big fan.”

More tips came pouring in, and Dex tore his eyes from my piercings and returned his attention to the chat. He thanked the tippers, then turned back to me.

“Should I?” I motioned to his shirt.

He nodded and held still so I could pull it off him. I watched greedily as his incredible body was exposed inch by tantalizing inch until it was off.

“We’ve got more skin tours, nipple kisses, neck kisses, and cupping,” he said quietly. “I can do those to you.”

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

Dex bent his head and closed his mouth around my nipple, choosing to do that request first. I jerked like I’d been zapped with electricity as he flicked the metal barbell with his tongue.

Without thinking, I cupped the back of his neck and gently scratched my nails over his skin.

He groaned and sucked harder, then shifted to the other side to give it the same treatment.

I was nearly dizzy with need when he finally sat back, his eyes and expression as hungry as I felt. My piercings were incredibly sensitive, and Dex sure as fuck knew what to do with them.

Still half in a daze from the nipple teasing, I closed my eyes as Dex pressed several wet kisses against my neck and ran his hands over my chest and stomach, rubbing and squeezing as he nibbled on my neck.

“Jesus,” I muttered when he finally pulled away.

We locked eyes for a moment, and my stomach swooped as a weird sensation hit me in the chest. It was kind of like being startled, only it felt good.

Dex’s eyes were dark with lust, the usual mix of subdued brown and green of his hazel eyes replaced with bright green and a goldish brown that I’d only ever seen once. They were the same color as they’d been the night we hooked up four years ago.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, but thankfully Dex tore his attention from me and looked at the screen again.

His voice was husky and a bit rough as he thanked some of the tippers, and I took a second to compose myself.

I’d expected that some of that night would come back to me, but I hadn’t been prepared for it to feel like I was right back in our old room and reliving it.

Dex turned from the camera and glanced at me. “Same thing. Nipples, skin teasing, and neck kisses. Do you want to…”

I nodded, probably way too eagerly, but I was dying to get my mouth on him again.

Instead of starting with his nipples, I pressed my lips against his neck and gently sucked on his skin. He let out a soft gasp and tilted his head to give me better access.

Greedily, I ran my hands over his sculpted chest and down his tight stomach. His skin was warm and soft, like satin over the hard steel of his muscles, and I had to force myself to stop before I got carried away.

Dex was practically panting when I closed my mouth over his nipple and sucked hard, gently biting the tiny bud as it pebbled in my mouth. When he was squirming, I switched to the other one to give it the same attention.

He threaded his hands in my hair, not pulling or trying to move me. His touch was gentle, almost sweet, and it felt way too good.

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