Page 24 of Always Watching
Dings sound from the computer speakers and I grin. This is usually just the beginning of the tips. Once I really get into my routine, I’ll make a killing tonight.
It feels good knowing that my absence hasn’t affected them wanting to see me perform. I thought for sure they’d forget about me and move on to the next hot camboy.
I’m glad no one asked about the attack, other than to see if I was okay. It helps me keep it separate, like I can dive into the Cassidy role and leave Ranen behind for a little while. It’s good to have a break from the trauma.
I lean forward and read a few comments, smiling as they flood the chat box. My smile drops when a private message comes through, but I try to put on a brave face. Even still, my heart rate spikes and my erection deflates. North reads it and his scowl is clear.
WELCOME BACK. I MISSED SEEING YOUR HOT ASS.
North deletes the message super quick, but it’s still unsettling. In a voice that doesn’t carry, he says, “I’m here. Do you wanna stop?”
I shake my head to answer him and clear my thoughts at the same time. This person won’t take my joy like he did last time.
Not giving my stalker any more thought, I slide to the top of the bed then hook my fingers into my briefs. “Let’s get this show started.” I slide my underwear off. I would usually try to do it with a bit more finesse, but that message really did my head in. I feel confident, but not as much as I did before.
Fuck! I should have known whoever this motherfucker is, he wouldn’t stop. Is it the same person who attacked me? If it is, he knows why I haven’t been around to do shows. He put me in the fucking hospital!
Trying to shake off the fear and agitation, I squirt lube on my palm and grip myself, jerking slowly. My cock refuses to even twitch since I’m no longer in the Cassidy headspace. Nope, Ranen is back, fear clinging to him like a second skin.
Clearing my throat, I say, “I’ve been thinking about all the packages I received from you guys. All the toys I can use. My ass clenches every time I look at the large lime-green dildo someone gifted me. Wanna know what I named it?” I pause for effect. “The green-eyed monster. Who wants to see me fucking myself on it?” A chorus of dings sounds through the speaker, and slowly but surely, I’m getting back to where I was.
But not soon enough. I don’t have to look at the comments to know some viewers are wondering why I’m still soft. I’ve been playing with my dick for close to five minutes and it’s not getting any harder. Usually, my cock is standing at attention as soon as I grip it. This isn’t normal and I know my usual subs know that.
Though I try to hide it, my eyes widen with panic. Can I do this? Along with my sense of safety at being home alone, did my attacker take this from me too?
Before I sit up and tell my subs—again—that I have to stop, movement from the left of my computer desk catches my attention. North is watching me with intense eyes, the tent in hispants prominent. What really draws my focus is how his hand is slowly going to the bottom of his shirt, dragging it up his torso and catching it in his teeth.
Holy fuck, North is stacked. His tight abs and hard pecs tease me, begging for my touch and my tongue. I have to swallow hard so I don’t start drooling.
His hand drifts over to one of his nipples, circling the bud until it hardens. I bite my lip, stroking my hardening cock slowly so I don’t blow my load too fast. Looking at North this way has my orgasm at the tip of my dick. I’ve never seen someone in person like this—not if they weren’t performing. I mean sure, I’ve seen Olly play with and tease himself for the fans, but that was all fake. What North is doing now? It’s real.
And it’s all for me.
After making his other nipple pebble, he unhurriedly drags his hand down his torso. The entire time, he stares at me, his gaze bouncing between my eyes and my cock. Does he like what he sees? Compared to North, I’m so tiny. Does he like men as small as me? His expression and hard cock tell me he does, but that could be to put me at ease while he’s protecting me. Could he be interested in something more?
That’s a question for another time, not while North is giving me a free show. The dinging of my computer reaches my ears, but dimly, as all my focus is on North and where his hand is going.
I bite my bottom lip when he undoes his pants, slides his hand inside, and squeezes his cock. His eyes become half-lidded as his lips part. I track his tongue as he licks across his lower lip, wetting the plump flesh.
“Fuck,” I groan, tossing my head back so I can get away from the image of North palming himself. I’ll come in a flash if I’m not careful.
But that’s not helpful. Since I’m lying on North’s pillow, I get a lungful of his scent when I turn my head to the side.
“Oh, shit,” I murmur, my hand moving faster on my cock as I take greedy pulls of the scent on that pillow. It fills my nose, burrowing into my senses, shooting my arousal higher.
The sound of skin on skin has me looking back towards North, and what I see has my balls drawing up close to my body, my orgasm so close that if the wind blew over my cock head, I’d explode.
North has his beautiful dick out, stroking in earnest as he watches me. And fuck, does he watch me. His eyes are glued to my body, drifting over me like a caress. The head of his thick cock is an angry red, as if it hurts from holding his release at bay. My mouth waters as I stare at it peeking out from North’s fist.
I’m riveted to his hand and how his chest rises and falls with his panting breaths.
Then North runs his thumb over his cock head, collecting precum, and I come undone.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming. Oh god!” My back bows off the bed as my cock kicks off, wave after wave of my orgasm painting my belly. I jerk myself through my release, milking every drop for my viewers.
I’d mostly forgotten about them until just now.
When my balls are empty, I collapse back on the bed, my chest heaving with the force of my release. Glancing over at North, I see he also made a mess of himself, his pecs and abs covered with his seed. I’ve never seen a more arousing sight.
