His hands went to my hips, rubbing where he’d left his imprints.
“So stunning,” he said as he looked up at me with hooded eyes.
My breasts hung low, and my stomach dropped, but he softly moved his hands over me in appreciation. It made me feel sexy and powerful. He was mine. He’d gotten his fill of me, and it was my turn now.
I rolled my hips up and down over his cock, but not letting it slip in. I was using my cum to coat his cock as I used it to rub against me, hitting my clit in just the right spot.
“Are you rubbing your pussy on my cock to get off?” He asked, and I looked down at him. His mouth was agape again, his hands back to my hips, helping me in the process of rubbing my orgasm out.
“Yes,” I said as I threw my head back. Sensations are starting to build in me. I was so close.
“That is fucking hot.” Ryker’s words came out raspy as I quickened my pace. The buildup was almost too much to bear, and I rubbed a few more times before I came on his cock.
“Ryker,” His name was a mix between a scream and a moan as I released. I tried to collapse on him, but he kept moving myhips, rubbing myself against him until I heard him moan again, and hot cum spurted out between us.
It was sticky but so fucking hot.
I looked down between us, then back up to Ryker—a sheepish grin on his face.
“I couldn’t help it, my love, that was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.”
I bit my lower lip and leaned down, placing a kiss on his lips.
“Claim me like that in front of the world again and see what we do next.” I winked at him before trying to get out of the bed. I had no idea what that would be, but there was something about what transpired this evening that had me wanton with desire for this man’s body and what it could do for mine.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” Ryker pulled me back to bed, placing kisses up and down my spine. “I’m not done with you yet.”
And he wasn’t.
And I hoped he’d never be done with me.
The aftermath of what had happened had died down over the past few weeks. It was odd to go into my streams now, not having to do my normal setup. I no longer needed my cover-up, or required to enable my voice changer or set up my blur. When I logged in now, I simply turned on my lights, grabbed my headphones, and started the live.
I’d felt nervous at first, but as the days continued, I fell into a new groove and gained confidence showing my face on camera, looking more into the lens, and speaking with my own voice. The first few days, I was a little too quiet, and the moderators had to tell me to talk to people because I kept forgetting or was too worried.
My viewers had been great with my adjustments; many still needed a few days after the announcement to catch up and watch the video I posted. I was still receiving messages from viewers about the reveal, and there were still a few stragglers in each stream who hadn’t seen anything yet and were a little confused. Other viewers were quick to let them know what was going on, even before my moderators could get to them.
The biggest change I’d seen from the reveal was the partnerships I was offered and the events I was now being invited to. Since I was out in the open, everyone wanted towork with me. Beckett and I were going through the emails and vetting those that we wanted associated with my brand.
It had become a little overwhelming since I was practically booked out for the next year. Odette’s calendar looked quite similar. With her posting on social media saying we were together, people reached out to her to do pop-ups for her new book, wanting to schedule time for both of us, and her publisher even wanted me to come on her next book tour.
Our worlds were fully intertwined now.
I’d felt so proud to have pulled her into my video, showing her off to my viewers. But something overcame me when she claimed me back. She wanted to show her followers she was mine, and I was hers.
“Ah, shit.” The clock stared back at me, telling me I was ten minutes over when I should have ended my stream. “I’m going to need to finish this quest quickly and get out of here, everyone.”
The chat was blowing up next to me with viewers sad that I had to go.
“I know, I know.” I looked into the camera. “But it’s for Odette’s birthday party.”
I winked and quickly worked through the last bit of the quest I was currently on. I could see comments backing up their initial sadness with yclls to get out of here and forget the quest. I laughed and happily obliged, saving my current location.
“I get it, I get it!” I held up my hands. “I’ll see you all next time.”
I made sure to sign off and check that the video was rendering. I would worry about anything else for the footage I needed to upload later, but right now, I wanted to change and get over to Odette’s place as soon as possible.
I left my office, quickly changing into dark jeans, a dark green button-up, and a pair of black Vans. I was putting on my beltwhen I realized I hadn’t heard from anyone in a while. My phone was in my office; normally, it was used for streaming on other platforms to give a different angle, but when I grabbed it from my desk, it wouldn’t turn on.
