Page 38 of Control Freak
There was no response. I frowned. Maybe he’d hopped in the shower late? Unease trickled through me. Surely he would have told me if he planned to go somewhere.
I headed down the hall to my bedroom and opened the door.
Shiloh sat on the foot of my bed. Safe and sound.
And…performing.
Heat swept through me so fast I grew dizzy. Embarrassment and arousal. I hadn’t meant to interrupt him. I should have realized he might be doing a cam show. He’d told me he had to keep working.
Shiloh leaned back, braced on one arm, legs spread as he rubbed his hard dick through his underwear. He wore nothing else, so he was pretty far into the show already.
Banshee started through the doorway, and I caught her by the collar. Shiloh’s gaze flicked to me, and he gasped with surprise.
Performer that he was, he kept the show going.
“Oh no, someone’s just caught me being naughty,” he said in a teasing voice. He bit his bottom lip, flicking his gaze between me and the computer. “Should I give him a show or stop here?”
I rolled my eyes. I could guess which way his viewers would go onthat.
Shiloh didn’t even bother checking the chat. He locked eyes with me. “I want him to watch me.”
Fuck me.
Shiloh hooked his thumbs into his waistband. “Should I take these off?”
I instinctively knew he was asking me, not his viewers.
I shooed Banshee into the hall and closed the door behind me, leaning back against it, and licked my dry lips.
Shiloh sat, fingers tucked into his underwear waistband, patiently waiting for my answer.
Slowly, I nodded.
I’d missed our cam sessions since moving him in. I’d never tell him that because his safety was more important than any inconvenience to me, but my cock got so hard at the sight of him like this, the camboy who’d gotten me off so many times before, that I ached.
Shiloh dragged the fabric of his underwear down in slow motion, giving teasing peeks of his cockhead until I stepped forward and growled, “Take them off.”
He sucked in a sharp breath, a flush of color spreading across his upper chest, and finally removed his briefs. His body was long and lean, beautifully toned, and he was so comfortable in his skin that it never ceased to amaze me.
Shiloh leaned back on both arms, legs spread and cock curving up over his abs. A single pearl of precum formed at the tip of his dick, and he swept it up with his index finger to suck it off.
The same finger that wore that gaudy Ring Pop he loved to suck teasingly.
My mouth watered at the mingling scents of male musk and candy. I hadn’t been this close to the physical act of sex since I tried and failed to have a hookup in college. That memory made my heart lurch, and I took an involuntary step back.
“Don’t go,” Shiloh whispered, too quietly for the mic stand to pick up. “Please?”
I froze, caught off guard by the plea. Shiloh had incorporated my interruption into the cam show, but I hadn’t thought he really cared whether I was there. But the longing look in his eyes was all for me.
“Go on,” I said, knowing the mic would pick up my voice. “Touch yourself.”
Shiloh grasped his cock in a loose fist and stroked with a groan. “Join me?”
I hesitated. I couldn’t go on camera. Couldn’t touch him. So what could I do?
“Wanna see your dick,” he murmured under his breath. “Want you to come with me, like all those other times…”
Like in our private cam sessions, when he couldn’t see me.
