Page 54 of Off Limits

It was so weird to see Dex on his knees for me, but fuck if I didn’t love it.

When he was settled, I picked up the tripod and held it up near my head with the lens angled down, double-checking the screen to make sure I had the angle right.

Being able to see him in real time on the screen was insanely hot. Did I have a voyeur fetish? The thought of watching other people didn’t really get me hot, but watching us did. Was that voyeurism, or maybe narcissism?

Before I could fall too deep into that train of thought, Dex leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss against my stomach, right over the waistband of my jockstrap.

I held my breath as he dropped a line of those teasing kisses over the outline of my shaft. The soft material of my jock rubbed teasingly against my skin, and I nearly dropped the camera when he closed his mouth over my cockhead and tongued it through the jock.

I let out an embarrassingly loud cry. The combination of his hot mouth and strong tongue was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Dex flicked his gaze to mine and pulled off me so he could tug my jock down. My cock sprang free, nearly slapping him on the cheek.

With a wicked grin, he ran his tongue up my length, then closed his lips around me and gave it a hard suck.

My entire body felt like it was charged with electricity, and I had to fight to not thrust into his mouth.

He must have sensed, or seen, that I was already teetering on the edge and pulled off me, replacing his mouth with his hand to give me a few gentle strokes.

“Thanks,” I mouthed.

He shot me a smirk-smile that did nothing to help my situation, then drew me back into his mouth. He kept his suction light as he moved over me, the pace just slow enough that I was able to relax and enjoy it without worrying about blowing my load before we got to the good part.

Not bothering to quiet my moans of pleasure, I slid my hand through his soft hair, playing with the curls and gentlyscratching my nails against his scalp. His moans of approval vibrated up my shaft, pushing me closer to the edge.

I’d never felt like this with anyone other than Dex. I’d had my dick sucked a few times since that night four years ago, but I hadn’t been able to get out of my head long enough to actually be in the moment, and I’d pretty much had to force myself to come.

With Dex I had to fight tonotcome, and I wasn’t ready to unpack what, if anything, that meant.

All too soon, I could feel my orgasm creeping up on me, gathering low in my body and building until I had no choice but to tug him off me.

He let my cock fall from his mouth and got to his feet. Before I could put the camera down, he leaned closer, his lips next to my ear.

“Can I eat you out?” he whispered, taking the camera from me to put it back on the table.

Dumbly, I nodded.

We hadn’t talked about rimming when we set our boundaries before the last show. I figured he hadn’t brought it up because he didn’t like it or didn’t want that with me. I didn’t say anything because I’d never wanted that with anyone.

I had no clue why, but for me, sucking someone’s dick or having mine sucked wasn’t really that intimate. It was a way to get off, but it didn’t require a lot of trust. Definitely not as much as letting someone put their fingers or dick in me, which was why I’d never had sex with anyone other than Dex. And the thought of being in such a vulnerable position with anyone else and letting them put their mouth on such an intimate place made my skin crawl.

Dex was probably the only person Icoulddo that with.

“And for option two?”

I startled at Dex’s voice. Option two? Had I really just completely zoned out there?

A bunch of tips came in, and I focused my attention on the screen and off my racing thoughts.

“Looks like we’re doing option one.” Dex grinned at the camera.

What was option one? He’d gone over the things he was going to ask the audience to vote on when he explained the new show format to me, but I was drawing a blank.

Dex must have realized I was completely lost because he shifted so his face was angled away from the camera. “They voted for us to fuck face-to-face.”

I nodded, my heart rate speeding up as my mouth went dry.

Face to face. I’d agreed we should have that as an option, but now that it was actually happening, I wasn’t so sure that was a good idea.

Keeping eye contact with him while we’d exchanged blowjobs had fucked with my head so much that I literally zoned out and detached from reality long enough to miss the vote and anything Dex said before that. What would fucking face-to-face do to me?

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