Tears roll down my cheeks at the intensity, but I never tear my eyes away from Colten.
His face scrunches, and I watch with keen interest as his own release reaches its peak, thick streams of cum shooting onto the sheets at the end of the bed despite the couch being feet away.
Jesus.
An image of me on my knees, his cum covering my face and tits, flickers through my mind, and a fresh wave of my release rolls through me. All too soon, my pussy becomes too sensitive, and I carefully extract the vibrator, dropping it to the mattress beside me.
“That was fun,” I say shakily. “I’ll chat with you all soon.”
I end the live quickly and drop back against the soft sheets, exhaustion dragging me down. I’m boneless and floaty in the best kind of way, something that rarely happens after I’ve done a live stream, but then, I don’t normally have Colten sitting there calling the shots.
I jolt when a warm cloth moves between my thighs, my eyes shooting open to meet Colten’s.
“What the hell are you doing?” I snap.
He tilts his head to the side with a smirk. “Don’t get all prickly on me now, Wildcat. Just let me take care of you.”
TWENTY-FIVE
LEXI
For long seconds I try to place what dragged me from the best sleep I can ever remember having.
It’s not that I’m a bad sleeper, but I rarely wake feeling rested.
If the open blinds are anything to go by, it’s still dark outside, the ocean crashing against the sand below in a comforting rhythm that almost lulls me back into unconsciousness.
But then I realize it wasn’t just one thing that woke me, it was two.
The first being the furnace wrapped around me from behind.
And the second is my screaming bladder.
I must have fallen asleep after Colten took it upon himself to clean up after me because the last thing I remember as my eyes drifted closed was watching as he carefully deconstructed my tripod, plugged my phone in beside the bed, and held the bottle as he made me drink some water.
Ah, there’s the source of my raging bladder.
Now, how the hell do I get to the edge of the bed with Colten holding on to me like he’s afraid I’ll slip away while he sleeps?
I snake a hand out from beneath my pillow and wrap my fingers around Colton’s. The first attempt to dislodge his holdon me is completely unsuccessful, but little by little I’m able to wriggle my way toward the edge of the bed.
Once I get my feet on the floor, I move quickly toward the bathroom and quietly pull the door shut behind me.
Not bothering to turn the overhead light on now that the motion sensor ones have activated, I practically run to do my business before I really have a mess on my hands.
A more physical mess than the proverbial one I’ve made myself involving a matchmaker, my brother’s best friend, and the spicy subscription service I’ve been keeping a secret for years.
The more I wake up, the more my stomach rolls with discomfort.
What have I done?
I should have ended the stream as soon as Colten walked in.
I never should have let him orchestrate it the way I did.
But when your own personal fantasy comes to life, how are you supposed to say no?
God, this is a fucking disaster waiting to happen.
