The pressure is relentless. My breath stutters, my hips trembling as I grind back harder, needing more. One hand clutches the sheets, the other slides beneath me, fingers slipping through slick heat until they find my clit. I circle slowly at first, moaning into the mattress, the combination of stretch and friction dizzying.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper, the words barely a breath. “So full… so fucking full.”
The chat explodes.
VelvetRush: That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself dumb for us.
GlowstickGod: God, I’d ruin you.
SinAndSkin: Stroke that little clit, princess. Show us how messy you get.
I whimper, gasping as the toy pushes deeper with every thrust, dragging moans out of me I can’t fake. My fingers move faster, chasing the edge like it owes me money.
SugarSnail: Cum for us, Kisses. Make it loud…
My thighs shake. My stomach coils tight. I ride it like it might break me.
“I’m gonna cum,” I gasp, arching against the toy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Everest.”
MountMeEverest: Stretch wider. Let me see you fall apart.
His message hits like a jolt. First words all night. My breath stutters.
It crashes into me like hot sugar poured over skin—too much and perfect all at once. My voice cracks on the moan, raw and real, as my body jerks through it. My hand stutters, still rubbing,as aftershocks ripple through my core. The toy winds down slowly, still pulsing inside me, gasping for breath, fingers slick, thighs trembling.
VelvetRush: Fucking beautiful.
SinAndSkin: That’s my good girl.
Sweat trickles down my spine. My heart thunders behind my ribs. I reach out with a shaking hand and hit the stop button, trying to keep my smile from turning wrecked. I lie there, hips still raised, catching my breath like I’ve run a mile uphill.
Afterward, I reach for the camera with unsteady hands and roll onto my side. My post-stream tradition is simple. I pick one user, completely at random, and call out their name at the end. It is a fun little tease, and the fans love it.
Tonight, the honor goes to the shy newcomer.
“Everest,” I moan, letting his name curl off my tongue. “That was just for you.”
I smile into the lens and shut off the machine.
“Thank you for another sweet ride, babies. Until the next sugar rush.”
I blow a final kiss and end the session. The screen fades to black, and silence fills the room. My body relaxes into the pillows, the hum of the toy finally gone.
I stare at the last name on the list for a moment longer.
“Everest,” I whisper, more to myself than anyone else. “I wonder if he’s as shy in person.”
I lie there for a moment longer, staring at the black screen like it might answer something I’m not asking. My body still aches in the right places. The fake vanilla scent still clings to my sheets. Everest’s name sits at the top of the chat log, untouched. Silent. Watching. I wonder what kind of man picks a name likethat, joins a stream like mine, and says nothing at all. The quiet ones always linger.
Chapter Four
EVEREST
I’m dragging ass today.When Chuck asked me to wipe down the machines versus staying at the desk, I jumped. It was taking everything in me to keep my eyes open this morning. All I can think about is CottonCandyKisses. When I logged on I never meant to do anything but watch. But at the last minute, I typed something. It was out of character for me, I’ve never been that brazen but she did something to me. Then she looked at the camera and said my name after she came. How she said her orgasm was just for me.
Fuck me! That was the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced and I shot my load right onto the screen. All day that’s all I’ve heard in my head. Her moaning my name. “EVERESTTTTT.”
“Hey, Everest, can I get the thirty pound weight?” I can hear the guy asking, but it’s her voice I hear. I drop the rag and pick up the weight, handing it to him.
