Page 25 of Chasing My Bliss (Behind The Lens #6)

Felicity

I take one last look, making sure I have everything I may use during the stream close by. I’d rather be over prepared than not at all. But the whole time I’m setting up the area, all I can think about is talking to Ezra tonight and how it’s going to go.

Once I’m positive I’ve got everything the way I want, I kneel in front of my laptop and turn it on. I readjust my position, shifting my weight over to my left knee and log on to the site.

Behind the Lens. I still can’t believe I’m a fucking cam girl.

Once it’s up, I stand and move over to the door, making sure it’s shut all the way. Roxy is home, and I don't want to disturb her or have any noise filtering in while I’m streaming.

I check my phone one final time. A smile creeping across my face when I see a new message from Ezra.

Ezra: I can’t wait to see you tonight.

I debate replying, knowing that I’m going to be seeing him once I’m done here. But my fingers are typing before I can even make the decision mentally.

Me: Getting ready to stream. I should be done about 5-5:30 then I’ll be heading your way. I may be a few minutes past 6 but I’m still coming.

I can’t help but chuckle at the last word. Because quite literally, I’m about to be coming. All my subscribers are going to get a front row seat to it. Just the thought of that has me hot, my clit throbbing, begging for me to place my vibrator on it.

Ezra: I’ll be waiting no matter what time you show up. You have a key. Just let yourself in.

Me: Ok. Well GTG work calls.

I don’t wait to see if he replies. Instead, I power it off and place it on the table beside my laptop.

Today, I chose not to go with a costume, and opted for just a cute, matching see through pink lace panty and bra set.

Easy. I’m anxious to see Ezra so I don’t plan on being in it long.

Breathe in. Breathe out. I repeat it over at least three times.

My pregame routine. Once my nerves are calmed, I press the button.

The very one that gives me the countdown to going live and alerting all my subscribers.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, slipping my mask over my eyes as the countdown starts.

Three. Two. One. Live.

I stare straight into the screen and give a seductive smile. My goal is to make each and every person watching me feel like I’m there just for them.

My eyes scan the names as they pop up.

TemptingTroy has joined.

BareInstincts has joined.

SeduceMeSam has joined.

They keep logging on and I can’t help but feel a sense of pride. They’re all here for me. To watch me. Each and every one of them is pleasuring themselves as I come for them.

I love the power that I feel from it.

InkedAlpha has joined.

LustMechanic has joined.

HotHands69 has joined.

BadBoyBane has joined.

“Mmm, hello Sweeties. Have you missed me? I know I’ve missed you. I’ve been so horny and didn’t have anyone to help me come,” I purr into the screen.

InkedAlpha: All you had to do is call, and I’d be there to take care of your slutty ass.

HotHands69: Shut the fuck up. Go ahead Bliss. Show us how horny you are.

LustMechanic: You can have my cock, baby.

“I’d love to have your cock. I bet you have a nice fat one that’ll fill me up.” I give them a moan just to coax them on. “Mmm, can I suck it? Get down on my knees in front of you while you fuck my face.”

The comments go off again, and despite my best efforts, I can’t keep up with how fast they are popping up.

I spread my legs, letting my hand slip underneath my panties, sliding my fingers through my folds. “Do you like watching me play with myself?” I ask the screen as I let my head fall back, closing my eyes, letting myself fall deeper into the vision I’m trying to portray.

My movements quicken, my hips rolling in sync with my ministrations.

“She looks delicious, doesn’t she?”

My eyes pop open at hearing Roxy’s voice. She’s standing right at the edge of my bed, in perfect sight of the screen, in nothing but her birthday suit. My eyes shift to the screen and I can see the messages going wild. They’re eating up the addition of another person to the stream.

BadBoyBane: And who are you, bombshell?

BareInstincts: This is an addition I can get behind. On top of. Underneath.

“Well, hello to you, too. I’m Roxy, and I’m this little hottie’s girlfriend.” Did I hear what I think she just said, or is it a dream? She turns to me, forgetting that we have an audience. “I hope you don’t mind me joining you. I even told my viewers earlier today they could find me here.”

Was this okay? Could this out me? What if someone puts the pieces together? But when her eyes find mine again, all of that melts away.

“Uh, what?” I’m still so shocked I don’t know what to say or do.

“Ahh, look at our Bliss, being bashful and shy. We got some exciting news from Behind the Lens and once we get confirmation, we can announce. Something I know each and every one of you would love. Want to see a sneak peek at what I’m talking about?

” She turns her attention to the screen as she talks.

TemptingTroy: Fuck yeah.

BareInstincts: Does it involve the two of you naked?

SeduceMeSam: I volunteer as tribute.

“Oh Sam,” Roxy laughs. “I don’t think you can handle us. But I think it’s time we give you a show.” She turns her attention back to me. “I need you to lie back on the bed.”

I don’t question her. No complaints. Nothing. Instead, I lower myself back, resting my head on a pillow. Reaching up, I ensure my mask is securely in place. This one fits a little snugger than the others, so it doesn’t move much, but you can never be too cautious.

“Now, I think we need to rid her of these pesky panties. While they’re pretty, they’re blocking your view of her beautiful pussy.”

I gulp. Roxy taking control is turning me on more than I could ever imagine.

A part of me wonders what Ezra would think if he knew. Would he be jealous? Would he understand? Can I even explain what Roxy means to me when I’m still figuring it out myself? I pray he can accept her in my life as well as him. Because I want both of them.

She leans over me, taking hold of the waist of my panties. “Lift your hips,” she orders.

I do as she asks, bending my knees up, lifting my ass from the mattress as she slips off the lacy material, sliding it down my legs, then tosses them on the floor.

She sits down on the bed, taking one of my legs and pulling it over her lap.

“Have you ever seen a finer pussy than this one?”

SeduceMeSam: Yours is pretty fine. Do the two of you want me to seduce you?

“That is true, Sam. My pussy is spectacular. But Bliss, well, hers is far superior, and I know from personal knowledge that it tastes delicious. Especially when she comes all over your tongue..”

I don’t know what's happening on the screen, but the constant pinging tells me they’re going crazy about what she said.

She slips her fingers inside my hole and my back arches off the bed at the delightful intrusion.

“In fact, I think I'm going to have a taste now.” She lowers my leg down and turns, crawling up the bed, her bare ass on view for the people watching.

She stops, her face lingering over mine, before lowering her head, and brings her lips flush with mine.

It's soft at first. Gentle. Teasing. A hint of what's to come before she deepens it.

Her tongue brushes against mine as I yearn for more.

Roxy captures my moans. Each and every one solely for her.

“I can't believe you're doing this,” I mumble.

“You haven't seen anything yet. It's time for some sixty-nine.”

My breath hitches. Excitement and fear both coursing through me.

Roxy tosses me a wink, before swinging her leg over me, straddling my body, her pussy directly over my face. She takes hold of my thighs, pulling them apart before lowering her mouth and sucking my clit.

Holy fucking hell.

My body’s on fire and all I can smell is her sweet musk.

I don’t think, I just do. My tongue snakes out of my mouth, slipping between her wet folds before pressing into her tight hole. My hands come up, gripping her waist, holding her in place.

I don't know when or how it happened, but we're moving in perfect sync with each other. Nothing but the sounds of our moans fill the room. And the pinging. My viewers are going crazy.

An intense feeling overcomes me, and I know I'm not going to last much longer, teetering on the edge of climax.

“I'm going to come, Roxy.” My hot breath hits her center as I gasp for breath.

“Me too.” She moves her head, just for a moment. I don't know what she's doing, just that I miss her presence. “Are you ready to see us have the big O together?”

She doesn't move for a second and then I hear her laugh, just before she latches on to my clit. I do the same to her and before I know it, I'm pressing my legs against her as I ride out my high.

Once we've both calmed, she climbs off me, takes my hands in hers and pulls me up to sitting. I pull my legs underneath me just before she takes hold of my head, pressing her lips to mine, kissing me like her life depends on it.

When we finally pull apart, we’re both breathless. Something bold overtakes me and I turn to the screen, biting on my lower lip, letting my teeth drag along the swollen flesh. “Who wants some more?”

That question alone was enough to drive my viewers crazy.

HotHands69

Thirty Minutes Earlier

Bliss is beautiful. She has a face that's meant to be on screen. But I'm a jealous asshole and I want her all for me. I'll allow these others to look at her because she’s mine.

For a moment, she just sits there, her eyes gazing right at me. It's the same thing she does every time she logs on as she waits for people to join. Personally, I think she doesn't like seeing anyone miss a minute of her show.

The second she speaks, and her sultry voice hits my ears, I calm. All the tension, pain, and anger I've been carrying slips away.

I let out a low growl when her hand slips beneath the skimpy material she's wearing. There’s nothing I wish I was more now than her hand. I yearn to feel her clit, her wetness. To taste her. My hand lowers, gripping my cock, stroking slowly as I watch her.

She’s alone.

Or… she should be.

Someone steps into the frame. A person that shouldn’t be there.

I sit upright, anger burning deep within me as she talks about my Bliss. Not hers. Mine .

When she puts her mouth on her, I see red. I throw my phone across the room; it crashes against the wall before falling to the floor.

Broken? Maybe. I don’t fucking care.

Gripping the arm of the chair, my knuckles go white as I continue to watch. I need to know what she’s going to do. That the whore doesn’t touch what’s not hers.

Bliss’s smile falters—barely, just a flicker—but she recovers quickly. I wait for her to tell this interloper to get the fuck out. But she doesn't.

An error in judgement that I’ll have to make sure Bliss is aware of. The bastards can look but touching is off limits.

The bitch talks to us. Teasing us about being with my girl.

I scream in anger, fighting the urge to bust the screen to erase the site from in front of me.

Bliss is my fucking girl. I take hold of the coffee table in front of me, flipping it over as rage takes over.

My blood boils and all I want to do is snap the cunt’s neck for what she’s doing.

The chat moves too fast to track now, but I don't care about them. They're inconsequential.

When the woman crawls on top of her, I've had enough. I tuck my cock back in my pants and stand, storming from the room.

This ends now.

You belong to me, Bliss. It’s time I take you. To show you that you’re mine.

I can’t let another day pass without her knowing. My mind races. A hundred ways hitting me all at once of how to show her she’s mine. I need her with me so I can show her how much I love her. How no one else can touch her.