He was supposed to be a fan. A fling. A fantasy.
And yet... here I am. Nervous. Hopeful.Cravinghim in a way that has nothing to do with lust.
I brush my hair, throw it up in a messy clip, and move to the studio room—where the pink lights are still strung up, and the camera is half-tilted from the last time I shot something. Normally, I feel powerful here. In control. Worshipped on demand.
But this morning? I feel a little... unsure.
What if he’s only into meoff-camera?
What if seeing this part of me—seeing the girl who plays pretend for strangers—ruins it?
A creak behind me makes me turn.
Everest stands in the doorway, shirtless, eyes sleepy but alert. He looks at me, then at the camera, then back at me again.
I cross my arms, bracing.
He doesn’t flinch.
“Are you... working today?” he asks, voice rough and soft at once. Like he’s trying to be careful. Like heknowshe’s stepping into sacred ground.
“I was thinking about it,” I say, playing it casual. “It’s been a couple days. Soon Lorna or Chad will be on my ass about not posting.”
He nods slowly. “You want me to go?”
I open my mouth to sayyes. To sayit’s easierif he’s not here. But something in his eyes stops me.
No judgment or shame. Just... curiosity.
And something that looks an awful lot like devotion.
“I was thinking…” I trail off, biting my lip. “What if I didn’t kick you out? What if I filmed something... while you were here?”
He straightens, not in a nervous way—more like I just gave him a challenge. “Like... you want me to watch?”
My heart races.
“Yes,” I say. “I want to see if I can bebothgirls around you. The one who wants to fuck you senseless... and the one who fucks the camera.”
He steps closer, slowly, like he’s trying not to spook me.
“I’veonlyever wanted both,” he says.
That’s all I need.
I set up the camera, click it on, and step into the frame. No toys or big setup. Just me in his shirt with no panties.
I sit back on my knees, part my thighs, and look right at the lens. My voice dips into the tone my fans know. Honeyed. Teasing.
“Miss me?” I purr.
But this time, I don’t imagine strangers watching. I don’t imagine anonymous usernames flooding the chat.
I imaginehim.
He’s sitting just off to the side. Silent. But I canfeelhim. His eyes drag across my skin and it turns me on more than any comment ever has.
I tug the shirt up over my head, letting it fall beside me. My hands slide down my own stomach, spreading my legs wider as I let out a sigh. One hand trails to my tits, squeezing gently. The other dips between my thighs, fingers stroking slowly, deliberately.
