“Yeah, something’s just not sitting right in my stomach. I’ll be right back,” I say.
Gavin arches a brow at me, but lets me leave as I scurry away, trying to hide my hard-on. As soon as I’ve escaped to my childhood bedroom I plan out how I’m going to film this cinematic masterpiece.
As much as I trust Kate, putting your face in a masturbation video is just a bad idea. No one wants a taint-ball combination angle either. So I place the phone on my nightstand, my old high school baseball trophies and a family photo sitting on top. I turn the family photo face down as I adjust my phone and hit record.
I shift my T-shirt under my chin, and pull my cock out from my shorts and underwear, avoiding the ball situation all together.
My body takes most of the screen up, but you can still see some of mine and Gavin’s trophies and memorabilia in the background, and I wonder if it will make it even hotter for her. The fact that she told me to do this, and I didn’t even question it, I got up in the middle of family dinner and obediently did what she asked. I imagine her watching the video, touching herself as she listens and watches me jerk off, knowing I’m thinking about her.
It reminds me that she specifically wanted sound and I aim to please.
“God, Kate. I wish you were sitting on my face right now,” I say as panted breaths slip out of my lips.
My strokes are fast and hard. I’m not trying to make the video longer than it needs to be, or risk one of my nosey ass brothers interrupting my cinematic glory.
“I’m not gonna last thinking about how good you tasted, how lucky I was to wake up between your thighs. Fuck, I want to do it again.”
My thighs flex and I have to work to keep them straight as I think about Kate. Picture her ass in my face as I eat her pussy and she watches me jerk off and she lets me come on those perfect, perky tits when I’m done.
“Kate,” I whimper out her name, fucking my fist faster and faster.
A strangled but muffled moan slips out of me as I finish, spurting cum over my stomach, clinging to my happy trail as I end the video and hit send before I can second guess myself.
*Video attachment*
Kate
Good boy.
The door to my bedroom flings open as Gavin shakes his head at me while I’m cleaning myself up.
“You fucking degenerate,” he jokes.
“Completely worth it,” I reply back.
25
THIS IS FLORIDA
I watchBen’s video too many times, and come twice while touching myself, just listening to him say my name along with his heavy breathing and gentle whimpers.
No one has ever made me feel as in control as Ben does. He got up in the middle of his family dinner and jerked off for me. If that isn’t power, I don’t know what is.
Part of me wants to text him again and ask him to come over, but it feels out of bounds to what we agreed to—what I was insistent on. The more time we spend together, the more I wonder if this can actually work.
I find Ben endearing, sweet, and easy to talk to. When I told him about my scars I didn’t see pity in his gaze, just sadness that I had to go through something like that. Maybe it’s my imagination, but I thought he wanted me to stay at their place for the rest of the day. It’s that desire to be around him constantly that scares me. Even if it isn’t sex, I just enjoy spending time with him, no matter what we’re doing.
I wanted a video of him, so I asked for it. As much as I’d like for him to come over, this seemed like a good compromise.
Things with Gavin are more clear, his line is drawn deep in the sand. We’re just fucking, and yet, even with him, there’s a part of me that wants to crack his hardened shell and figure out why he won’t let anyone in.
It’s all fucked and I can’t stop.
I can’t stop hooking up with them and I also can’t stop the way these feelings are growing. I kind of hate myself for it. I promised myself that I would take this time to grow, to be single, and just enjoy men as a delicacy. But it’s becoming impossible to see Ben and Gavin as just men who fulfill my sexual needs. They’re so much more, and I have no clue on where to go from here.
The sun has long set and as I sit in my empty house, for the first time in a long while, I wish it wasn’t so quiet.
There’s the slightest movement out of the bay window and I pull back the curtain to take a look. Sure enough, the SUV Pat warned me about is idling down the street, just far enough to not be on my property, but close enough to monitor my house. I swallow a bit of dread and keep an eye on the vehicle. Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes pass and they don’t leave.
