Page 91 of Off Limits

Still reeling from everything I’d just been slapped in the face with, I removed the videos from the app and transferred them into my hidden folder.

I remembered exactly what the one I filmed looked like, and I didn’t need to see it on a big screen to know it would be just as enlightening as the blowjob one.

Being able to see Asa’s face while I fucked him from behind was one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced. Knowing that he was watching my cock move inside him and getting off on not just how it felt, but also how it looked, was incredibly erotic. I’d spent most of the time staring at my screen and watching his expressions as I fucked him, and that was just as sexy as having him spread out and under me.

There was no way in hell I could share that video with anyone either. It was too personal, too intimate. I’d probably edit them all together later, but not to sell or post. That cut would be just for us.

When the files were transferred, I shut down my computer and headed into the living room. I needed a distraction. Maybe I could find something on one of my streaming services to watch.

I was just about to give up when the front door opened.

“Dex?”

“In the living room.”

Asa appeared in the doorway a moment later. “Enjoying your night off?”

“Not really.”

He came into the room and sat next to me. “Why not?”

“Just restless.”

That wasn’t a lie. I was restless; I just couldn’t tell him it was because I was still trying to process the fact that I had a crush on him.

It felt stupid to admit it now after all these weeks, or years if I was being completely honest with myself, but this was the first crush I’d ever had on anyone, ever.

I had no clue how to get over it, or even how to handle it, but that wasn’t his problem. And laying any of this on him was probably the best way to get him to shut down and run for the hills.

“Restless like you want to go out and do something, or restless like your brain is going at warp speed and you can’t make it shut the fuck up?”

“The second one.”

He smiled ruefully. “I know that feeling all too well.”

“What helps you when you get like this?”

“Not a lot. I’m usually too chaotic to focus on anything.”

“That’s me right now. Feeling very chaotic.” I paused.

“What?” he tilted his head. “I can see you have a question or something in there.”

“It’s nothing.” I shook my head.

“Nothing like you don’t want to tell me, or nothing like you think you shouldn’t tell me?” he asked knowingly.

“You’re way too observant for your own good.”

He smirked. “You’re not the first person who’s told me that.”

“And I’m sure I won’t be the last.”

“So is it option A or B?” he pressed.

“B.”

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want,” he said softly, his expression serious. “But you can. I know I’m not great at talking, but I’m pretty good at listening.”

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