Page 52 of Off Limits

He tilted his head to the side, threading one hand into the hair at the base of my neck as he used the other to pull my ball cap off and gently scratch his nails just over my ear.

Groaning, I sucked on his neck, being careful not to leave a mark on his pale skin.

“Harder,” he whispered, pulling my head tighter against his throat. “Mark me.”

My dick pulsed and my balls throbbed at the quiet command, and I obliged, nibbling and sucking on his throat until I was sure I’d done just that.

A loud chime broke through my haze, and I pulled away from him with a reluctant groan. Instead of looking at the laptop, I stared at the dark bruise forming on his neck.

Fuck, that was hot. I’d never been into marking, but seeing my hickey on Asa’s neck was doing things to me it had no business doing. So was the knowledge that he’d remember exactly how he got it every time he looked in the mirror.

Tearing my eyes from the mark, I focused my attention on my laptop.

We’d cleared our second goal and were halfway to our third. I glanced at the viewer counter and almost choked. There were over three thousand people in our room.

“Thanks to everyone who tipped,” I said, my voice raspy. “Sorry if I missed any requests or comments. We were a bit distracted. Looks like it’s time to get rid of these.” I snapped the waistband of my sweatpants.

As one, Asa and I stripped off our sweats and tossed them aside, revealing the jockstraps we’d both put on.

More tips flowed in, but instead of posing and showing off, I grabbed Asa’s hips and yanked him toward me. He came willingly, pressing his lithe body against mine as our mouths crashed together in a rough and bruising kiss.

With a low growl, I gripped his ass and kneaded the full globes in my hands. Asa let out the sexiest little whimpers and rocked his hips, dragging his cock against mine and driving me even closer to the edge.

Jesus fuck. This wasn’t like me at all. I wasn’t that guy who got all growly and manhandled my partners, and I never lost control. It was usually a struggle for me to stay in the moment, but it was like I lost all my higher brain function the moment Asa touched me.

The alarm telling us we’d hit our final goal broke through my haze, and I had to fight the urge to ignore it and keep going.

Dragging my attention from Asa, I let go of him and turned to the laptop. I could see him on screen, and he looked just as wrecked as I felt.

“Thanks to everyone who tipped,” I said, trying to get my head back in the game. “Now it’s time for our first vote. I’ll tell you both options, then we’ll do each one so you can tip and tell us what you want to see.” I waited to see if anyone needed me to clarify the rules.

I’d learned pretty quick that not everyone who watched my shows spoke English as a first language, so I never minded explaining things that seemed like they should be simple to get. When no questions came in, I got the ball rolling, so to speak.

“Vote number one. Would you rather we take these off?” I tugged the elastic waistband of my jock down a few inches as a tease. “Or do you want us to keep them on until later in the show?”

I glanced at the tip counter. “Votes for take them off?” I waited for the tips to stop and made a mental note of the total. “And votes for leave them on?”

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“Lookslike we’re leaving them on,” Dex said. “For the next vote, do you want us to leave the camera where it is while we blow each other, or do you want it POV style where we let you see what we see?”

The audience voted overwhelmingly for POV style, which wasn’t a surprise.

“And for the last vote before you get some action, do you want me to do Alex first, or for him to do me first?” Dex asked.

This time I was surprised when they voted for me to go first. I would have thought they’d want to see Dex’s face, not mine.

“That okay?” he asked quietly.

I nodded. I’d spent way too much time thinking about how much I wanted to get my mouth on him again, and my body tightened with anticipation as he picked up the tripod with the webcam on it.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his ass right up at the edge, and spread his legs wide.

I slid to the floor and knelt between them. Dex held the camera up near his head and angled it down, then flicked his gaze to the laptop to presumably check the angle.

It was weird to think that thousands of people were looking down at me like they were in Dex’s position and that my face was the focus of the show right now, but it didn’t dampen my arousal—or my eagerness to get my mouth back on Dex’s dick.

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