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ASA

“Why do you look like that?” I flopped down on the couch next to Dex.

“Like what?” he asked, blinking a few times, like he was trying to clear his vision.

“Like you’re having an existential crisis.”

“I’m just distracted.”

“You’ve been giving the fireplace the thousand-mile stare since you got home. That feels like more than just being distracted,” I pointed out. “Were your friends assholes or something?”

“No more than usual.” He ran his finger over a wrinkle in the material of his sweatpants. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just in a weird mood lately, but it’s starting to feel like that old movie where that guy keeps repeating the same day over and over again every time we get together now. It wasn’t so bad when I didn’t live here and only saw everyone a few times a year, but now it’s literally every time I see anyone from school.”

I bumped my knee against his. “Want to know my theory about why things are so different now?”

“Hit me.”

“You never really liked them.”

He furrowed his brow. “What? Of course I did.”

“Did you actually like them?” I asked. “Or did you like them because of proximity?”

“I’m not following.”

“Think about it this way. Would you have put the effort into seeing them and staying friends if you didn’t go to school together? Or were you friends with them because you saw them every day and they were your only options?”

He opened his mouth like he was going to protest, but stopped.

I smiled knowingly. “That’s why you don’t feel a connection to them now that you’ve all graduated. You were friends because it was convenient, and now that you don’t have that proximity, you’re realizing that you don’t have the same kind of connection to them as before. Am I wrong?”

“No, I don’t think you are,” he said slowly. “But wouldn’t that make me the bad guy here? That’s basically saying I used them.”

“I never said you used them, just that they were your friends because of proximity. If you’d kept the friendships alive because they benefited you or you wanted something from them, that would make you the bad guy. Finding them exhausting and not wanting to be friends now that you’re not the same person you were back then isn’t using them. It’s growth.”

“Growth.” He snorted out an odd laugh. “You make me sound enlightened or something.”

“Not enlightened, just self-aware.”

“I know a lot of people ragged on you for not having a lot of friends back then,” he started.

“Try no friends.” I shot him one of my sardonic smiles.

“I kind of admired you for that.”

Now it was my turn to snort out a weird laugh. “What?”

“I know it sounds weird, but that was one of the few things I didn’t hate about you back then.”

“That I was a loser with no friends?”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that.” He shook his head. “I meant that you didn’t conform or go along with things just to fit in. It didn’t matter if it was at school, with our parents, whatever. You were unapologetically yourself, and I envied you for that.”

“ You envied me ?”

He nodded, his expression serious. “I didn’t have the guts to do what you did. I just went along with whatever everyone wanted because it was easier. You stood up for yourself and didn’t let anyone push you around or try to change you. Do you remember when Rick tried to bully you?”

I nodded.

“And how you told him in front of half the school to fuck off and threatened to cut him if he ever even looked at you again?”

“Yeah. Thankfully everyone already thought I was an emo freak, so they believed me.” I shook my head ruefully. “I have no idea how to use a knife, and I’d probably hurt myself if I tried to stab someone.”

He chuckled. “You were very convincing. But it wasn’t just that you scared the piss out of him that I thought was so awesome. It was how you stood up for yourself and refused to let anyone put you down or treat you like crap. Not a lot of people can do that.”

“Want to know a secret?”

He nodded.

“You might have envied me for sticking up for myself and not compromising for friendships or whatever, but I envied you.”

“Seriously?”

I pinned him with a flat look. “Yes, seriously. Do you need me to wax poetic about all your positive attributes, or are you done fishing for compliments?”

“I think I need some poetic waxing if you’re gonna offer it.” He made a “go on” motion with his hand. “Let’s hear it.”

I rolled my eyes theatrically. “You were a superstar athlete, a straight-A student, and you’re good with people. But beyond that, you always had a million friends, and everyone wanted to be around you. And you’ve always been the favorite.” I toyed with my tongue stud. “I know it wasn’t all sunshine and roses for you, and all that had its own issues, but you didn’t have to do everything alone. You had people to talk to, to hang out with. I had my books and my stories. I like being alone, but I hate that it wasn’t a choice and I was always alone because no one wanted to be around me.”

“Guess neither of us had it all that great.” He gave me a tight smile.

“Guess not.”

Silence descended on us.

“What else is bothering you?” I asked. “Feel free to tell me to fuck off or whatever, but I can see there’s something else going on in that head of yours.”

He chewed on the corner of his lips. “Do you think you might want to cam with me again?”

I clamped my jaw shut so it didn’t drop open in shock.

I’d spent the last few weeks trying to find the balls to ask him if he wanted to cam again, but I hadn’t been able to get the words out. Not even when he told me I didn’t have to leave the apartment during his shows if I didn’t want to.

Being home while he worked made things easier because I didn’t have to find places to hang out and kill time twice a week, but it was wreaking havoc on my resolve to only think of him as a roommate and friend.

So far I’d managed to not watch his shows, but the same couldn’t be said for picturing them. The walls in his apartment were paper thin, and I’d never tell him this, but I’d jerked off more than once while listening to him come for his viewers.

“You want to cam together again?” I asked, finally finding my voice.

“Yeah, I mean, if you want to.” He smiled, but I could see that he was nervous under it. “The money is way better when it’s the two of us, and it was fun.”

“Yeah, it was. And it’s not like all my money issues are suddenly gone,” I said, trying to keep my voice casual. “I could definitely use the cash.”

That wasn’t a lie. The money we’d made had put a dent in my debt, but it wasn’t paid off. And I still didn’t have any savings. The money would definitely help, but that wasn’t the reason I was so eager to say yes.

“Do you think you might want to do it regularly?” He pulled his ball cap off and spun it around in his hand a few times. “Follow a schedule so we can get more visibility and hopefully make even more?”

“Um, yeah. That sounds good,” I stammered like a moron. “What were you thinking?”

“Maybe stick to Friday shows and see how things go after doing it a few weeks in a row?”

“Yeah. Sure.” I toyed with my tongue stud and ignored the little voice in my head that was screaming at me that this was a bad idea and would not help me in my quest to stop obsessing over Dex. “We can try that. Did you want to start this week?”

“Might as well. I’ll tell my viewers about it tomorrow. That should hopefully drum up some excitement.”

“Hopefully.” I chewed on my lip, not sure if this was the right time to bring this up. I didn’t want to fuck things up between us, but I also needed to be transparent with him. “Remember how I said I’d probably only be here for a few weeks—a month, tops?”

He nodded.

“That might have been overly optimistic. The apartment hunting isn’t going nearly as well as I’d hoped.”

“Not finding anything?”

“Oh, I’m finding lots.” I let out a little snort of laughter. “I just can’t get any of the landlords or rental agencies to give me the time of day. I’ve put in dozens of applications, handed in all the info they want, and not a single place has called me back or contacted me to even let me see the place.”

“Don’t stress about it.” He patted my knee. “I’m in no rush for you to move out.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. If you find something, that’s great. But don’t worry if you don’t. You can stay as long as you need to.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s no problem.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Thanks.”

He smiled, and this time it was genuine. “You’re not so bad when you’re not being a dick.”

I snorted. “And you’re not so bad when you’re not being an asshole.”

“I should probably get to bed,” he said reluctantly.

“Yeah, me too.” I stood. “It’s late.”

“Yeah, it is.” He offered me a soft smile. “Night.”

“Night.” I gave him an awkward wave and hurried out of the room.

“All set?” Dex asked when I met him in his room on Friday night.

Nodding, I sat next to him on the bed.

“Are you okay?” He studied me closely. “We don’t have to do this tonight if you’re not feeling it.”

“I’m fine.” I shot him a weak smile. “Just flipping headspaces again.”

He pursed his lips.

“I’m fine,” I repeated, a little too touched by his concern.

“Did you bring your phone?”

I pulled it out of my pocket and handed it to him.

He put it on the end table next to his.

“Do you remember the plan for tonight?”

I nodded.

“Still good with it, or is there anything you want to change?”

“It’s still good.” I put my hand on his thigh and gave it a squeeze. “I’m supposed to be the nervous one here. You’re stealing my thunder.”

He laughed and covered my hand with his. “I don’t know why. It’s not like we haven’t done this before.” He squeezed my hand. “Ready to get started?”

“Yeah.”

He squeezed my hand one more time, then let go and logged into his cam account so he could get things started.

“There.” He sat back. “I sent out the email notification. Hopefully we won’t have to wait long before people tune in.”

He’d barely finished his sentence when the viewer counter started climbing.

I sat back as Dex greeted his regulars, keeping my eye on the chat and the ever-climbing viewer counter.

“Yes, we really are stepbrothers. We’ve been stepbrothers for eight years. No, we’re not dating, just roommates,” Dex said, answering some of the questions that kept popping up in the chat.

This was, weirdly, the most nerve-racking part of the show for me. Being naked on the internet didn’t bother me, neither did having hundreds or thousands of people watch me getting fucked. The thought of no one tuning into the room or doing a show for only a handful of people was way more anxiety-inducing.

Maybe I really was a narcissist.

“I think we’re about ready to get started.” Dex shot me a quick look.

I glanced at the viewer count. Jesus Christ. We already had almost a thousand people in the room, and we’d only been online for a few minutes.

“So, tonight’s show is going to be a bit different,” Dex continued, turning his attention back to the laptop. “Once we get things started, we’re not going to use a tip menu or goals or anything like that. Basically, if you like what you see and you want more, drop some tips. The more you tip, the more we’ll do. How does that sound?” He paused to read some of the chats that came in. “Awesome. You know what to do to get things started.”

Several tips came in, along with a ton of questions and requests.

bigdaddy: are you really stepbrothers?

purplenurple: go private?

tallywacker: show feet!

gymlife: is one of you str8?

“Yes, we’re really stepbrothers,” I said, giving Dex a break from having to answer the same questions for the tenth time. “And no, neither of us is straight. I’m gay, and he’s bi.”

KurtV: ages?

patient0: who’s the bottom?

fckcapitalism: I don’t believe you’re really stepbrothers

“I’m twenty-two, and he’s twenty-three,” I answered. “I’m the bottom, and you’re free to believe whatever you want, but we are.”

devilslettuce: you don’t look alike

“Because we’re step brothers,” Dex said. “We have different parents.”

“Like Jake said, we’ve been stepbrothers for eight years, but we didn’t actually get along until recently,” I said, answering a few of the questions that kept popping up.

4rtnyte: how long have you been hooking up?

masterdebator: do you ever bring in thirds?

buycryptonow: show feet!

“The first time we hooked up was four years ago.” Dex pressed his knee against mine. “Then not again until we did our first show together last month. I don’t know about Alex, but I’m not into the idea of sharing.” He shot me a questioning look.

I shook my head. “Me either.”

A shrill chime rang out in the room as a tip request popped up on the screen.

cyansky: can I see you kiss each other before you start?

Dex glanced at me. I nodded, my body already tight with anticipation.

“You sure can, Cyan,” Dex said to the camera, then shifted so he was sitting on the bed, his legs spread wide and his knees bent and splayed open in a sort of butterfly pose as he faced me.

I faced him, not quite sure what I should do. Dex grabbed my waist and tugged me so I sat between his legs, my thighs on either side of his hips.

“This okay?” he whispered.

I nodded, not trusting my voice. My dick was already rock hard and aching, and we hadn’t even started yet.

Gently, Dex cupped my cheeks and held me in place as he leaned in.

Our lips brushed in a soft kiss, and I didn’t bother quieting the moan that bubbled up in my chest as he gently nipped at my bottom lip with his teeth.

I opened for him on a gasp, and he deepened the kiss, twirling his tongue around my tongue stud as he slotted our mouths together. Holding his hips in a death grip, I kissed him back with everything I had.

Slow and teasing was nice, but I was already wound too tight and needed more.

Dex groaned against my mouth and sucked on my tongue, his kisses growing frantic as he slid one hand down my back and gripped my ass.

Shamelessly, I scooted closer to him and pressed our hard dicks together.

The chime of tips permeated the air, but I ignored them. I knew we were supposed to be focusing on the show, but in that moment, I didn’t give a flying fuck about our audience or their tips.

The sharp tone of a tip request broke through our haze, and Dex ripped his mouth from mine. Still holding me against him, he looked at the laptop.

“You’re welcome, Cyan. Yeah. Alex is good at that.” He pressed a soft kiss against my throat.

I huffed out a laugh. “You’re the one who’s good at that. I swear you could probably make me come just from kissing.”

He pulled his face out of my neck and met my gaze, his eyes dark with desire. “Now that would be hot.” His dark grin sent a shiver of awareness through me. “Even hotter than making you come with just my tongue in your ass,” he said in a low voice only I could hear.

I bit back a gasp as we stared at each other for a few beats, then he flipped his attention to the computer.

“Thanks to everyone who tipped,” he said. “You know what to do if you want to see more.”

A volley of tips came in, the soft sounds ringing out in the quiet room. I didn’t bother looking at the screen to see how much we were making. Dex could worry about that. I was too busy trying not to combust from need.

This time, when he turned his attention back to me, I wasted no time and sealed our mouths together in a bruising kiss.

He groaned and kissed me back, hauling me against his bigger body so I was sitting on his lap and not just between his legs. The body contact was incredible, and I rutted against him shamelessly, dragging my cock against his.

Wanting more, I tugged his shirt up. Dex broke the kiss long enough to yank it off, then pulled mine over my head, leaving us in our sweatpants. I could hear the chimes of tips coming in but ignored them as Dex sealed our mouths together in another greedy kiss.

I sank into the sensation, giving into the moment as he ravaged my mouth and held my ass, helping me rock against him in a way that felt way too good.

Dex let out the sexiest growl and flipped us over so I was flat on my back and he was on top of me, his hips between my spread legs. I arched into him and pressed our bodies together as he dropped wet, open-mouthed kisses against my neck.

More tips came in, but all I could focus on was Dex as he kissed his way across my collarbone, then down to my chest so he could take my nipple into his mouth.

The cry I let out was loud and unrestrained as he teased my piercings with his lips, tongue, and teeth. Deliriously, I pushed his ball cap off his head and slid my hands through his curls and held on tight.

He moved between my nipples, showering them with attention until I had to pull on his hair to make him stop so I didn’t get overwhelmed.

Instead of moving back up to my mouth, he pressed his tongue into the center of my chest, his eyes locked on mine.

I held on for dear life as he licked and kissed his way down my stomach, then dragged my sweats and underwear off.

Needing to think about anything other than Dex and his magic mouth, I glanced at the laptop.

The picture we made was so hot another pulse of need shot through me. I tore my gaze from the image and focused on the tip counter.

Holy shit.

We’d already made over two thousand dollars.

The wet heat of Dex’s mouth around my cock made me gasp, and I tore my attention from the screen and propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch every moment of Dex blowing me.

He looked blissed out—there was no other way to describe it—as he moved over me in long, slow glides.

His fevered gaze met mine, and the lust and desire in them was staggering. I knew he was into it, but that look was beyond anything I could have imagined. He wanted this as much as I did.

He popped off my dick and moved back up my body to lay over me.

“Still want to film?” he whispered next to my ear.

I nodded, not sure I could form words just then.

He dropped a kiss on my lips, then rolled us over so we were closer to the camera.

“Grab our phones.”

I had to shimmy a bit to reach them but managed to grab both without having to get out from under him.

“Alex and I are going to try something different,” he said to the camera. “We’re going to record ourselves while we fuck, so if you see us on our phones, that’s what we’re doing.” He paused, presumably to read some comments. “The plan is to use whatever we film for content, but we’ll have to see how everything turns out before I can make any promises about selling or posting it.” Another pause. “No, we’ll keep the show open. You guys have been generous.” He ran his hands over my hip and hiked my leg up so it wrapped around his waist. “Who’s ready to watch me fuck my stepbrother?”

I didn’t need to look at the computer to know people were into the idea. The massive uptick in tips was answer enough.

“Want to start filming?” he asked, brushing a lock of hair back from where it had fallen over my forehead.

I nodded, hoping to fuck my cheeks weren’t as red as they felt, and picked up my phone. He waited while I unlocked it and opened my camera.

“Good?” he asked when I had him in frame.

I nodded again and pressed record.

He slowly slid down my body, peppering my chest and stomach with soft kisses until he was lined up with my cock.

I propped myself up on one elbow and kept the camera pointed at him as he gripped me with one hand and took most of my length into his mouth.

There was something insanely hot about being able to see him both on screen and in real time. It felt more intimate than when I watched us on the laptop, and I loved that I’d get to keep this video to revisit whenever I wanted.

I didn’t bother stifling my moans or sighs as he blew me. I’d picked up that Dex liked hearing my pleasure and wanted him to know just how good he made me feel.

Dex opened his eyes and looked right at me. Not at the camera, but at me, and pulled off my dick with a slow suck. I groaned in both pleasure and protest as I fell from his mouth with a wet pop .

Shooting me a little grin that was way too hot, he licked a stripe up my length, then teased my tip with his tongue, his heated gaze never leaving mine.

I loved how into things he got, how he wasn’t afraid to let go and show me how much he enjoyed touching me or how much he liked when I touched him. He’d never held back in all the times we’d been together. Did anyone else get to see him like this?

With a wicked grin, he swallowed me all the way to the back of his throat and held me there, swallowing around my head and rubbing his tongue against my shaft.

It felt so good, too good. I stopped the recording and dropped my phone onto the bed.

He took the hint and pulled off me. “Good?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

I shot him a glare, but he just laughed and crawled back up my body to kiss me.

I sank into the kiss and wrapped my arms around him, needing that little bit of tenderness to calm the fuck down so I didn’t blow my load the second I got my mouth on him.

When I was ready, I slid my hands from his back to his ass and gave the full cheeks a hard squeeze.

He took the hint and broke the kiss, then rolled off me and onto his back.

I scrambled to my knees and practically dove between his spread legs in my haste to get started. Dex’s smile was soft and full of affection as I settled on him, wanting a few more sweet kisses. He obliged, holding me close and kissing me back until I was the one to pull away.

“Ready?” I handed him his phone.

He took it with a nod. I shifted so I was kneeling between his legs and waited for him to finish tapping on his screen.

“It’s recording,” he whispered, flicking his gaze between his phone and me.

Ignoring the camera, I locked eyes with him and slowly dragged my tongue over my bottom lip. His groan, and the way his cock pulsed under his sweats, gave me the extra bit of confidence I needed to push all thoughts other than making Dex feel good out of my head.

Dropping my gaze to his crotch, I slowly tugged his pants and briefs down. My mouth watered when his cock sprang free, hard and flushed and glistening with precum.

Dex lifted his hips so I could slide his clothes right off, then propped himself up on one arm so he could watch me the way I’d watched him.

Holding him by the base, I lowered my mouth and ran my tongue stud up and down his shaft the way I knew he liked. He groaned and pushed his hips up, silently begging for more.

Not wasting any time, I swallowed his length and sucked hard, moving over him in long, slow glides as I teased him with my tongue and piercing. His pleasure sounds spurred me on, and soon I was moving over him at a fast clip, sucking as hard as I dared and working the part of him I couldn’t fit in my mouth with my hand.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”

I almost choked, and not because I had his dick pressing down my throat.

No one had ever called me beautiful, and I knew in that instant that his words had nothing to do with sex talk or the cameras. He thought I was beautiful, and for the first time in my life, I felt beautiful.

“Come here,” he said, his voice a husky rasp.

I let him fall from my mouth and crawled up his body. He hooked his free hand around the back of my neck and pulled me down for a mind-meltingly sweet kiss.

When we finally broke apart, I pressed my face into his neck to try and compose myself, and he shifted his attention to our audience.

“Thank you to everyone who tipped.” He ran his hands over my back in soothing circles. “This is probably the last time we’re going to take a break to talk to you, so sit back, enjoy the show, and I hope you come as hard as we do.”

“Good?” he murmured in my ear.

I pulled my face out of his neck. “Yeah.”

He brushed his thumb over my cheekbone, then tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. “Get on your knees so I can prep you.”

On shaking legs, I climbed off Dex and got into position. He settled behind me and ran one hand over the swell of my ass. I glanced at the laptop and watched as he slicked up his fingers, then pressed one against my hole.

“Ready?” he whispered.

“Yeah.” I blew out a breath and bore down. It didn’t take much force for him to breach me, and I was so turned on that he was able to slide his finger inside me with almost no resistance.

“God, you look so hot like this.” He pumped his finger inside me a few times. “I can’t wait until you can see what I do.”

I pushed back against his hand. I couldn’t wait for that either. “Want that so bad. Give me another,” I begged, making sure to keep my voice low.

With a rumbling groan, he worked a second finger inside me, then a third.

When I felt like I was about to lose my mind from how good it felt, he paused, his fingers buried as deep inside me as they could go. “Ready for my cock?”

“God, yes. Give it to me.”

“Get your phone,” he said, pulling his fingers out of me.

Half out of my mind with need, I grabbed my phone and listened as he tore open a condom. Then my screen lit up with a Facetime call.

I started screen recording, then swiped to answer it. Dex gave me a sexy as fuck wink, then flipped the camera around so my ass and his condom-covered dick filled the screen.

I watched as he gently rubbed the head of his cock against my hole. Being able to see what he was doing was beyond hot, and I couldn’t look away as he slowly pushed inside me.

Watching his dick slide inside me at the same time I could feel him filling me was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced, and I was already teetering on the edge of my orgasm by the time he was fully sheathed in me.

“That’s what I see,” he whispered, just loud enough for me to hear him. “That’s how hot you look taking my cock.”

I clenched around him, my eyes glued to the screen and where we were joined. His groan was low and throaty, and we both gasped when he started to move.

I couldn’t control the sounds I made as he fucked me. It felt incredible, but the added visual of being able to watch his dick sliding in and out of me was what brought things up to the next level.

Needing more, I pushed back against him. He let out a low cry and snapped his hips, driving into me with enough force the bed shook and the headboard hit the wall with every thrust.

Nonsensical words fell from my lips as I watched Dex fuck me, and the combination of being able to see and feel it pushed me dangerously close to the edge.

I didn’t want it to end, but I was powerless to stop my orgasm as it gathered low in my body, then exploded out of me as I came in a burst of pleasure that was so strong I saw stars.

I was vaguely aware of Dex crying out behind me, then slamming into me as he fell against my back, his lips on my neck as he came, spilling into the condom.

We stayed like that for a few beats, frozen in time and lost in the moment as the haze of our orgasms surrounded us.

One of Dex’s arms snaked around my waist and held me tight, hugging me against his powerful body as he mouthed and kissed my neck.

“Did you come hands-free?” he rasped in my ear.

I nodded and gripped his arm, my head still spinning.

“That’s so fucking hot.” He pressed his cheek against mine.

I turned my face to his. He immediately covered my mouth with his, his kisses slow and sensual and exactly what I needed.

I had no idea how much time passed, but soon the afterglow lifted, and the sounds of tips and tip requests permeated our little bubble.

Dex pressed one last kiss against my lips, then carefully pulled out of me. I winced at the sudden feeling of emptiness and let myself fall to the bed when his weight lifted off my back.

My entire body was tingling, and my head was still fuzzy as I lay there like a wet noodle. Dex sat with me and gently rubbed my back as he talked to the camera.

I half listened as he did his closing spiel and thanked everyone for tuning in.

“They’re wondering if you’re okay?” Dex asked, his voice heavy with affection.

“Fan-fucking-tastic.” I grinned like a moron. “All good,” I told the audience, giving them a thumbs up. “Just need a second for my body to stop glitching out after coming so hard.”

Dex laughed and rubbed more of those soothing circles into my back as he answered a few more questions.

Now that my brain and body felt like it was connected again, I pushed myself up on shaking arms and managed to flop onto my ass next to Dex.

He immediately wrapped his arm around me and pulled me against his body. Not giving a shit that we were still on cam or that this wasn’t what we did, I rested my head on his broad shoulder.

“Thanks again for tuning in, and for tipping,” Dex said, holding me tight as I pressed into him like a needy kitten. “We’ll be on again at the same time next week, so be sure to sign up for my email notifications if you want to make sure you don’t miss us.”

He said goodbye to everyone, then kissed the top of my head and pulled his arm from around my waist so he could lean over and shut down the video feed.

I glanced around, just then remembering I’d dropped my phone. I found it face up on the bed and still recording.

I picked it up and turned off the camera. “You’re going to get about five minutes of gripping ceiling footage when you splice these together.”

He laughed and scooped up his own phone. “Speaking of gripping footage, I see your five minutes of ceiling and raise you six minutes of the pitch-black bedsheets.”

“I’m honestly not sure how much of what I filmed toward the end is even usable. That was intense.”

“Yeah. Same.” He tossed his phone on the bed and raked his hand through his curls. “I knew it would be since it always is with you, but filming things and being able to see your face while I fucked you…” He closed his eyes and let out a shuddering breath. “That was so fucking hot.”

“Tell me about it.” I huffed out a shaky laugh and looked down at the mess of cum smeared onto my chest and stomach. “You’re going to have to change your sheets before you go to bed.”

“Totally worth it.” He chewed on his lower lip. “Do you want to take a shower together to clean up?”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged, a bashful smile on his full lips.

I tried to hide my grin but failed epically. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

He grinned back at me and held out his hand.

I took it, trying not to think too hard about what we were doing, and let him pull me off the bed.

Showering together wasn’t going to help me keep things in the business zone, but whatever. I could worry about that later.