Page 4 of Loving Leo (Behind the Camera #4)

FOUR

Heath

That little shit snuck candy into my basket and I paid for it without knowing. I was far too distracted with him looking kind of cute and happy. It almost hurt to look at him.

It made me feel things.

So I bought that terrible dyed candy, stared at it loathingly.

And then I ate it.

I’ll never tell anyone that my eyes rolled back in my head as I devoured those peanut butter M&Ms.

And now when I get into the office, I see he’s left me a package of Skittles and a package of popcorn with a snarky little note.

You should really eat this popcorn while you watch me get myself off. It’s impressive. The Skittles are a little thank you for not firing me.

Taste the rainbow, Heath-baby .

I glower at the note and fiddle with the colorful package in my hands. I will not be watching his video. Not with popcorn and most assuredly not with Skittles.

I sit down in my chair and swivel back and forth and then rip the corner off the candy. I pop one in my mouth and taste green apple explode across my tongue. When was the last time I indulged? Not since I was a kid.

I’ve always had a plan, a strict set of rules that I followed.

I did that with Lana. I had a five year plan with her, but look how that turned out. She went the wrong way and left me confused and questioning everything.

Fuck.

I put another candy in my mouth and bite down on it. Grape.

Delicious.

I lean back in my chair and stare at the ceiling. I’ll eat the damn candy, but I’m not watching the show he put on in my office last night. No fucking way.

Even as I think that, my hand moves to the phone laying face down on my desk and I pick it up, tempted to see what he did while he was here last night. The little asshole, taunting me.

I really should fire his ass.

You know what, I’m gonna do it.

I pick up the office phone and hit the number to HR, but as soon as Donna answers, I make an excuse.

“I called the wrong extension,” I murmur and Donna tuts at me, telling me I need to get more sleep.

That’s the truth. I haven’t been sleeping well.

The past few weeks, nothing’s gone to plan. All of my rules, all of my schedules have gone slightly off the rails.

Leo is one of them. Or maybe he’s the reason it’s all gone sideways.

I scrub a hand down my face and pop another Skittle into my mouth.

Goddamn him.

The popcorn is popped, the empty Skittle bag sitting in the trash can. I ate the last little bit on the way home, stuck a few in my pocket and then pulled them out and savored each one. A moan may have slipped from my lips as well while I navigated traffic. Not that I’ll ever admit it.

Damn guy is going to get me addicted to candy all over again.

It’s going to be a disaster.

Who knows what’s next. Dirty laundry? Eating from dirty dishes? The complete lack of motivation to go to work! I could lose my house, my job. I could lose myself!

I slam the bowl of popcorn down and take a deep, even breath. I tend to always go to the worst case scenario. Everything ends up a catastrophe.

I pop a piece of popcorn in my mouth and chew.

It’ll be fine. It was just a bag of candy and some butter popcorn. It’s not the end of the world.

I settle onto my couch and pick up my phone, noting the missed calls and texts from Lana. I’m in no mood to speak to her. Not at all. Over the past few days I’ve found myself growing more and more annoyed with her. Its not that I’m not ready to speak with her, but that I’m just done with it all. So I swipe at them, hitting the trash icon to delete them for good.

Then my thumb settles over my security program, the one connected to the camera in my office.

Is he in there now?

That little fuck.

I pull it up, clicking on yesterday’s footage, around the time I suspect he was in the office, and see him. I watch him as he sits down in my chair, comfortable as can be. Not a damn care in the world.

Nope. None. He’s totally happy just making himself at home in my office and grinning at me through the camera. Does he have no shame ?

Apparently not because soon he’s sitting up, slipping his shirt off over his head as he flirts with the camera. My camera—obviously—but I think probably his too. He’s filming. Recording for his little fans.

It’s disgusting. It really is. I am absolutely disgusted.

I’m so disgusted as he pops the button on his jeans open, that I don’t look away. I need to watch this train wreck. I really do. His fingers stop and don’t go any further to remove his pants. Instead he uses his finger to trail it up through defined abs, up to his pecs and then moves it over one of his nipples. The little nub puckers up under his finger and he leans his head back, biting on his bottom lip with his teeth.

He’s acting like he enjoys this quite a bit, but how can he really enjoy it that much? No one enjoys sex as much as this. It’s all an act. I’m sure of it. Knowing men and women will be watching this later, getting of on it. Just the thought makes my skin break out in a sweat.

I reach up and loosen my tie. It’s kind of hot in here. Leo looks hot too, sweat shimmering on his tan skin. I should make sure the air conditioning is working properly. I’ll call maintenance for the office. I can’t have it hot and disgusting for meetings.

But I don’t pick up the phone, my eyes trained on the screen, watching as he drags his hand back down his stomach and to his jeans. He really shouldn’t be touching himself so much, I think as he lowers his zipper and then wiggles out of the tight denim. He stays in the ridiculous pair of orange briefs though. I mean, who wears that while cleaning offices?

It’s a joke. It has to be. It’s not realistic at all.

I watch as he rubs himself over the satin fabric of his briefs. His dick is hard and the fabric barely covers the size of him. The head pokes out over the top obscenely. I can see that the tip is glistening.

I shift in my seat, my slacks growing tight. I need to turn this off right this instant. It’s not that I’m turned on. I just haven’t had sex in ages and well, it reminds me that I can get off. That I have two hands and shouldn’t be afraid to use them.

I watch his fingers slide under the briefs, grasping his cock, throwing his head back. His Adam’s apple bobs and his chest heaves.

There’s no way the ecstasy he’s displaying is real. It’s all for show. I just know it. Nothing feels that good. These fools watching him really believe that he’s enjoying himself? Idiots.

Suddenly, his eyes meet the camera, his puffy lips pouting as he teases his followers. Trying to make them believe they can have him. That if they were there with him this is how he would be feeling.

They don’t stand a chance at making him feel good. He knows it and so do I. These sad, pathetic people wouldn’t know what to do with him. He’s insufferable. Probably wouldn’t be pleased unless you’re fucking him so hard he can barely breathe. He needs someone to shut him up.

To shove their cock so far down his throat he’s gagging. He’d love it, being stuffed full. I can see it now. A cock down his slutty little throat, his eyes watering as he swallows around it, whimpering, but he’ll look up with so much raw hunger and need, I’d know he was just fine.

I’d.

Shit. Before I realize where my thoughts are going, my pants are undone and my hand is wrapped around my cock, stroking up and down with a firm, determined grip.

I should really stop. This whole fake scene is not turning me on. It’s beyond ridiculous is what it is. All his writhing and faux moaning. I glance at the screen and see he’s totally naked now, a dildo up his ass, his muscular legs spread.

How did I miss that?

See. I’m not thinking about him. Not in the slightest. I was just horny for other reasons. And since I haven’t come, it would be stupid to just not go ahead and finish. I’ve had a long day and I don’t need blue balls when I’m trying to sleep.

That’s for damn sure. It’s all part of being a human. Just maintenance. Pure biology. I started something and now I need to finish it.

I pull my eyes off the screen, ignoring the man fucking himself with silicone and try to pull up in my hazy mind the last time I fucked a woman. That unfortunately brings my thoughts to Lana and I can’t have that, so I go back even further to the blonde that picked me up in a bar downtown a few years ago.

Yes. She was beautiful. Not really a talker, but in complete control of herself. She knew what she wanted in life. Not like the kid on my screen who clearly has no real ambition or goals.

He fucks himself on camera and cleans offices for a living! Clearly he doesn’t have any plans for his future. Argh. Stop thinking about him. Not him. Never him. He’s so damn infuriating. He eats candy for dinner. I’m sure he does, his tongue stained blue, his lips red.

I groan as my hand tightens on my cock and I shift my hips up off the sofa.

How the hell does he manage that body when he eats nothing but junk food? I peek at the screen. Shit, it’s a nice body too. He’s trim, but well-muscled. It means nothing. I can say that about another man.

My balls swell and I’m panting as I pull on my cock, heat traveling down my spine. My eyes stay locked on the screen, really its because I’m trying to parse out how he manages to eat so much candy and still look this good. He has to work out a lot that’s for sure. There’s no way he doesn’t with the amount of muscle he has. Finely sculpted.

He could definitely work his way around a bedroom.

The way he could control someone. Another man.

My mouth parts and a small whimper slips out just in time to see cum flying from his cock. A cock he’s not currently touching might I add. He came just from fucking himself on the dildo? How the fuck did he do?—

Oh shit. My entire body draws up tight as my dick jerks, ropes of cum shooting from the tip. My breath comes out in loud pants as I stroke myself through the release, until my balls are drained and my head is spinning .

I don’t remember the last time I came that hard, or when it felt that good.

I quickly turn off the screen and sit back, my wet cock out for anyone to see as I pant and try to regain my composure.

I just jerked off like a damn heathen.

It didn’t mean anything. It was just a…fantasy?

Shit. What the hell is happening to me?

I kick my pants off and wobble to the bathroom, turning on the shower and testing the water, waiting for it to grow warm before I strip off and step underneath it.

It hits my overheated skin and makes me feel like I’m dying. Fuck, I must be close to the end. Is this how I go? Overheated in the shower with a limp dick and empty balls.

I blame Leo.

Damn guy getting all up in my space, fucking with my head.

I place my forehead on the cool tile walls and close my eyes, my mind filtering right past Lana and straight to Leo who I can envision standing right beside me, that saucy grin pulling his lips up, his lean body wet from the mist of the shower.

Quickly, I open my eyes, wash myself off and step out of the shower.

It’s just the candy, I think. The candy and the popcorn. And the lack of sex.

I will make sure I masturbate regularly from now on and eat healthier.

Yes, that will do the trick.

It has to.

I’m not ready to die yet.