Bash is on his feet and crowding my space before I can even navigate to the app, and suddenly I wonder if it was me.
It was around the same time. “It’s probably just from me leaving, it’s nothing.”
Yet as the app loads, I see the video from when I left to come here, and it’s not the most recent. The man in the thumbnail doesn’t look like me at all — he’s taller, thicker, has lighter hair and tattoos everywhere.
Tattoos that I know like the back of my fucking hand.
“Nope.” Slamming my phone face down, I shove Bash off me. “That’s absolutely not happening.”
The fucker laughs. “That absolutely did happen. I didn’t see anyone else with him, Sid. Open it again. Let me see.”
He tries to reach for my phone, and my heart is beating so fast I’m too lightheaded to stop him.
He’s alone in the thumbnail, but that doesn’t mean he’s alone the whole time.
He wouldn’t do this to me. Try to seduce me, sure. Ruin my relationship, definitely. But not even at his coldest would Levi fuck someone else in my bed.
“Don’t tell me,” I rush out. “Please.”
Bash’s eyebrows disappear under his hair as he watches whatever it is, but within seconds he’s shoving the phone back at me with a fake scream. “Nah. He’s alone alright.”
What?
I’m too scared to watch it in front of Bash, so I lock my phone and leave without saying another word to him. Either I’m going to catch Levi in the act or at least be alone when I see whatever he did, so I rush back to my trailer and lock the door behind me.
It’s empty, which I’m a little disappointed about, but it gives me a second to breathe before I pull up the video again.
As I slowly move toward the bed with my eyes glued to my screen, his smell wraps itself around me as I watch him lay down on the screen.
At first he just stares up at the ceiling looking lost, but as my eyes travel down his frame, I see the bulge in his jeans that worsens when he turns his face to smell my pillow. “Fuck, Sidney,” he groans, rolling away from the camera so I can barely make out the fact that he’s freeing his cock.
I think I almost die when he starts touching himself. I can’t see it, but I know he has that rough hand wrapped around his cock. I have to see it. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
When he rolls over onto his back and bucks into his fist I nearly drop my phone. I knew he was big, but I’ve never actually seen him hard before. Felt it pressed against me a couple of times, sure. But seeing it is something different.
I need him inside of me so bad it makes me whimper as I fumble to undo my pants. Maybe it’s wrong to jack off to a video of someone who didn’t know they were being recorded, but this is an eye for an eye. He started it.
Spitting on my cock, I lay back in the same spot Levi was in and twist my hand as I glue my eyes to the screen and turn the volume up as high as it’ll go. I need to hear every noise he makes.
My whole body shudders and my cock twitches when he moans my name again, and I’m too close to the edge to wait for him to come. It’s been way too long since I’ve gotten off at all, and this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen — but just as I’m about to blow, Levi says something that stops me in my tracks.
“Not yet, baby boy. Don’t come until you earn it. Let me hear you beg.”
His growly voice makes my cock throb, but his words shut me down completely. My whole body tenses and locks up, and as I strip my cock faster, I feel the orgasm fading.
I can’t get off if I didn’t earn it, and the fucker can’t hear me beg to tell me I have.
Sweating and so horny I could die, I shut the video off and stare down at my angry cock with an even angrier expression.
“He can’t fucking see us, dick. The fuck is wrong with you?” I growl, smacking it in irritation and immediately regretting it. Sitting up, my eyes fall to the trash can where once again, Levi left his tissues.
My broken, horny brain considers licking the fucking tissues just to get a taste of the man driving me nuts, but the thought makes me a little too queasy.
Clearly, there’s only one thing to do — and it involves taking my frustration out on the asshole who’s causing it.
It’s time to rip the band-aid off.
