Page 25 of His Every Move

“I know I shouldn’t do this, buddy.” I scratched his head before I leaned forward, phone in one hand and cock in the other. “It’s just for a second.”

I opened the security camera app.

Three boxes appeared on my screen. One showed an empty hallway, the other showed a dark living room, and the last one…

My breath caught, the view showing a slightly out-of-focus but intimate shot of Eli in his bedroom.

He wasn’t naked. He wasn’t performing. He was just there.

Wearing nothing but a loose pair of sweatpants and a tank top, sprawled across his bed, scrolling through his phone, completely unaware that I was watching him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was wrong. So fucking wrong.

I swallowed, my pulse pounding as I shifted on the couch, my cock throbbing between my legs. It was more intimate like this. More forbidden. Like I had cracked open a hidden window into his world, into the pieces of him no one else got to see.

My hand drifted down, palm pressing against the ache between my legs, heat coiling low in my stomach.

I knew this was wrong. I knew I should stop.

But I didn’t.

I wrapped my fingers around my cock as I watched Eli stretch, his shirt riding up just enough to expose a sliver of golden skin. He was so peaceful. Completely in his element.

Fuck.

I stroked myself slowly, my breath coming in shallow pulls, my eyes locked onto the screen.

I was so fucking horny. And drunk. And wrong. This was so wrong.

But I wasn’t doing it to hurt him. I was just a fucked-up man. Broken. Trying to heal something inside me that may never be fully fixed.

And right now, I was mainly trying to come.

“Fuck, Eli. I’m sorry.”

As if he could hear me. I continued to stroke myself, spitting in my palm and spreading it up and down my thick shaft. Eli chuckled to himself as he watched something on his phone. He put a hand under his shirt and rubbed his chest, showing more of his stomach.

So fucking hot.

So fucking wrong.

I needed to stop.

I had to come.

I needed another drink.

I jerked off harder, faster, leaning back and spreading my legs, cupping my balls.

The point of no return was near. I moaned, the coils in my gut tightening, my balls ready to empty my load all over the floor.

And then his phone rang.

I froze, fingers tightening around my cock.

Eli answered, voice slightly hoarse. “Hey, Zack, what’s up?”

I clenched my jaw, forcing my strokes to stay slow, controlled, even as my chest tightened with something sharp. This had crossed a line. I had to turn off the feeds and delete the app.

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