Pressure builds in my groin as my hand flies over my cock. I massage my balls with the other, pulling and twisting just enough for the pain to add to the pleasure. Oh god, I’m going to come. Fucking hell, I’m going to come. I squeeze my eyes shut and ease back on my jerking off to drag this out.
“Motherfucker!”
My eyes fly open to find Bellamy ramming his cock into Noel’s ass. Noel’s spewing every profanity under the sun as if he doesn’t actually want Bellamy to destroy his hole.
His curses mix with the high-pitched cries coming from Rhys. His feet are planted wide on the floor as he squats over Angel’s lap, fucking himself down on Angel’s cock.
And on the other side of the booth, Sebastian and Christian gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes as Sebastian rocks back and forth on Christian’s dick implanted in his ass.
“Fuck!” The word is muffled from the hem of my shirt I still have in my mouth. I watch my new friends fucking in front of me. I watch strangers watch my friends. I watch Hayden with his camera, capturing it all. This is crazy. This is insane. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my entire fucking life.
“Fuck!” I cry out again as my balls pull up and my groin tightens.
Hayden swings the camera in my direction. He’s got the camera pointed at me, but he’s not looking at the viewscreen. His gaze darts from my face to my dick and back like he can’t decide what he wants to look at.
I can’t hold it back anymore. Not when Hayden’s looking at me like he wants to devour me and rip me limb from limb. Not when he looks like he wants to crawl up inside me and never leave.
“Fuck!” I scream as I jerk myself through wave after wave of cum flying out of my slit. It lands on my stomach and chest, so much that some slides off my sides and pools in my belly button. I don’t stop until my dick gets too sensitive and it’s too painful to keep going.
My head falls back on the padded booth and I shudder with aftershocks of the orgasm. When I have enough strength to open my eyes again, Hayden’s still there behind his camera.
I can’t help but wish he was in front of it with me.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
HAYDEN
We won’t be releasing the videos of me and Santino until after the documentary comes out, but I already know Santino will be a star.
He’s a natural. The way he looks at the camera, like he can see the person on the other side. It feels like he’s reaching through the screen and bringing you right into the action.
Plus, he’s really fucking hot with his shirt caught in his mouth and his body on display. He touches himself with so much confidence, completely unapologetic, as he brings himself pleasure. It’s almost hotter to watch him than to get in on the action.
He comes all over himself and his shirt falls out of his mouth as he goes lax. He drags his fingers lazily through the cum on his stomach and I desperately want to lick it off his skin.
Technically, I’m not even supposed to be filming him. But how could I not when he looks like that?
Still in his post-orgasmic bliss, he blinks up at me with those long, dark lashes. My knees go a little weak and my stomachtightens with desire. I need to get back to filming the other guys, but I don’t care. I can’t turn away now.
Lowering the camera, I set one knee on the bench next to Santino and bend down to capture his lips with mine.
He moans into the kiss, hand coming up to thread through my hair and hold me in place. A shudder runs through me when I lick into his mouth and his tongue touches mine.
His other hand trails down my front, scratching lightly at my stomach, then ventures lower to cup my stubbornly soft dick. It feels really good to have his hand on me, even though I’m not getting hard. A groan reverberates from my chest as tendrils of pleasure curl through me. God, I wish I wasn’t broken. I wish I was normal like everyone else.
Exhaustion from the long day is catching up with me. The adrenaline boost I got when we arrived at the club is wearing off. I’m so tired. Physically. Emotionally. I just want to lie down and wrap myself around Santino.
But there’s still work to do. Sebastian’s depending on me to get the footage he needs. I insisted on coming when he wanted to send me away. I can’t let him down and make him regret trusting me.
Reluctantly, I pull away from Santino. But not before I rest my forehead against his for a moment to catch my breath.
I don’t know what I’d do without Santino. I definitely wouldn’t have made it this far. Either I would’ve gone completely mad, or I would’ve killed myself. Santino’s the one who’s kept me here and kept me sane.
Bellamy’s speech comes back to me. All that stuff about being complementary, about making each other better. I want that so badly. I want that with Santino.
But does he want that with me? I’m too scared to hope for it. I’m too scared to ask if that’s why he’s doing so much to take care of me. What if he’s just being nice but doesn’t actually havefeelings for me? What if he’s trying to pay me back for giving him a place to stay?
