“She’s just my friend.”
“Your friend or …” She wiggled her brows. “Your friend?”
I cut my gaze to her. “I don’t trust my brother not to hurt her. So, please, tell me.”
“Oh, you totally like her.”
“I do not.”
“Do too.”
“Michelle. Com?—”
“Oh, you like her!” she squealed, jumping up and clutching my arm. “I’ve never seen you like this before! All the other girls you’ve brought here, you’ve been so uninterested in them that I thought you might secretly like guys.”
“What?!”
Michelle beamed and continued jumping like a madwoman. “I want to meet her! When are you going to bring her around?” She pinched my cheeks. “My little Charlie is growing up and having feelings. Feelings!”
“Oh my God,” I muttered, pushing her off me. “I have to go.”
Before she could ask me any more questions, I ran down the hall and headed for the private rooms. I found room nine and kicked the door open with my foot, dumping my backpack near the door and tugging out my laptop and camera.
I hate Derek.
After setting up on the bed to stream, I tore off my shirt and tossed it on the couch across from the bed.
And I can’t believe that Athena flirted with him when he came over. She’s mine.
I closed my eyes and gripped my cock through my sweats.
All. Fucking. Mine.
And tonight, I would make sure she knew who she belonged to, that she knew what she would miss out on if she chose him over me.
After lying down on the bed, I stroked my cock through my pants, making it harder. She had been on my other streams, which told me that she had a notification set to remind her when I went live. So, if I turned on my camera and jerked one out for her, she would see it. And if I used her panties that I had stolen from the laundry …
My lips curled into a smirk as I pulled her pink thong out of my pocket.
She would fucking lose it. I knew she would.
Once I logged in to my account, I ignored the alarming number of notifications and DMs and clicked right on Go Live, captioning my stream as, Jerking one out for you, so Athena would know it was all for her.
Every time I did this, she was the only woman I could think about. Even when I filmed with other women, I closed my eyes and imagined I was thrusting into her from behind. But nothing could compare to being inside my needy girl.
After I grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer, I drizzled some over the head of my hard cock. The number of viewers continued to rise on the viewer counter on the right of the screen, and the comments began rolling in, but Athie wasn’t here yet.
I brushed my thumb across the head of my cock, wetting it. I could drench my cock in this stuff, and it still wouldn’t be as wet as when I was inside Athena. Her pussy was gushing, flooding, sloppy with pleasure.
“Fuck,” I grunted, tightening my hand around my cock. “You feel so good, baby.”
Comments flooded into the chat, and I tried to scan them all to find her name.
A guttural groan escaped my lips. “I know you think of me too.”
Will she say something today? Or is she embarrassed that I now knew it was her?
My hand tightened around the base of my cock, and I reached underneath to grip my balls, wishing that it were Athie’s cunt they were slapping against and not the back of my hand. The way she had felt in my hands, quivering against me as she came …
