I watch her through half-lidded eyes, head back against the headboard, as she follows behind me a second later. With a gasp and a breathy, “Maddox,” her back arches and her thighs tremble. She abandons her nipple to grasp at the bedsheets instead.
My cock twitches a few more times, leaving me with a chest and stomach streaked with my own cum and a pleasant fog in my mind that makes everything feel a bit out of focus. I haven’t felt this satisfied after an orgasm in years.
On the screen, Red twitches from an aftershock, an overstimulated mew echoing through the speakers. I can’t even see her face, but she’s still so fucking beautiful. Hearing her say my name when she came was?—
Wait.
I never told Red my name. When she asked, I’d stripped instead of answering.
She slumps over sideways against her pillow like she’s wrung dry; her face showing in the camera’s frame as her red hair settles around her.
“Austin?”
Her eyes meet mine, glassy and half-lidded. A lazy, sated grin turns up her lips. “Hi, Maddie.”
Every little inkling I’d tried to ignore barrels into me. I’d been domming my little sister’s best friend through messages for weeks, watching her fuck herself six ways to Sunday. I’dpaidher to do it.
And she just watched me get off, too.
My mind finally switches from freeze to flee and her face disappears from my view as I slam the laptop closed, cutting off the feed.
NINE
AUSTIN
It’s nearing closewhen Maddox shuffles into Quitter’s, eyes darting around like he’s about to rob it. I smirk, but don’t stop wiping down the sink. I’m surprised he was able to let two whole days pass without coming down here to harp at me.
Honestly, it hadn’t even occurred to me that Rancher might be Maddox until he turned his mic on. I’d thought the username was a funny little coincidence, but figured the odds of the man I’d wanted to fuck for years randomly finding me on a cam girl site were slim-to-none.
His voice, though. I’d been fantasizing about his voice for the last three years, so I knew it pretty well. Even without seeing his face or him telling me his name when I asked, I’d known. No one had a voice like Maddox’s.
“Austin,” he says pointedly, not bothering to take a seat. I can’t remember the last time he called me Austin and not Tex, the nickname I hated. The boys had stuck me with it when we were younger, teasing me about my name being the same as the city in Texas. Maddox was the only one who still used it.
“Hmm?” I keep my eyes down just to make this harder for him.
He sighs and grabs the rag out of my hand, tossing it behindme. I glare at him as I hear it splat against the ground. Now I’ll have to go get another one. “What, Maddox?”
He finally takes a seat, leaning close to mumble, “I wanted to talk about things.” He’s angry—or maybe just irritated—hands in fists on the bar top, jaw set. He looks like a man you wouldn’t want to anger further, but he’s never scared me.
I grin, crossing my arms over my chest and reveling in the way his eyes fall to my cleavage before darting away. He knew what my nipples looked like now, knew I had them pierced, watched me play with them. I bet he was replaying it right now.
“What did you want to talk about, exactly? How hard your dick got while you watched me touching myself?”
“Goddammit,” he grumbles as he covers his eyes with the heels of his hands, elbows resting on the bar.
“Oh, okay, not that then.” I pretend to think about it. “Oh, I know! You’ve come to ask for your money back!”
“What?” he asks, head snapping up. “No.” He seems hurt I even brought it up, but despite how much I like to tease him, I know Maddox doesn’t want me in the same way I want him. He paid to watch a cam girl, not his little sister’s best friend.
“I’m just saying you dropped a pretty hefty amount of cash to watch a whore fuck herself. I can understand why you’d be disappointed?—”
“I’m not disappointed and you’re not a whore, Austin,” he cuts me off sternly. His eyes stay locked on mine, glaring hard. My stomach flips, which I don’t really appreciate.
“By definition?—”
“You’re not a whore. Keep the money. You worked hard for it,” he says, dismissing my argument. It surprises me he feels that way. Sex workishard work, but most people would disagree with him.
“Then what? I’m not discounting your subscription.”
