“It's my job. No need to thank me.” I put my hand on his chest, afraid he was going to come closer.
“I also wanted to thank you for listening to me while Iris was sick,” he said seriously. “It felt good to talk about what was going on and I didn’t think it would feel good to get things off my chest.”
“You should have talked to someone sooner,” I said, trying not to admire the hard pec underneath my hand. “It always helps to talk to someone.”
“I should have, it's hard to find someone who will listen, but it helped me finally talk to Iris,” he said with a crooked grin.
“That’s good,” I said, feeling a little light-headed from his proximity.
“Did Iris tell you?”
“No, she didn’t mention it,” I said, as he leaned closer. “But I’m glad you guys have spoken.”
“Not about that.” he said, his voice becoming deeper.
“About what?” I asked, clenching his shirt in my fist.
“I saw you with her,” he whispered.
My eyes widened as I jerked back. “Nash, I?—”
“I’m not mad. I have no right or claim to her, but from what I saw, I’ve never been so turned on in my life,” he said, when we were nose to nose.
“Nash,” I said softly, unsure of what the hell was happening.
Why hadn’t Iris told me and why did I like knowing he knew I had satisfied his wife?
“Beau.” He didn’t move any closer, but I saw the intent in his eyes.
Did I dare kiss him?I glanced down at his lips then back up to his radiant blue eyes and I've never wanted a kiss more.
Nash leaned forward, and I closed my eyes. His lips were soft as they kissed me, his goatee rubbing against my face gently. It was tentative at first until I responded. When he pressed our bodies together, my nervous system came to life. I moaned, maybe whimpered, allowing him access to kiss me harder. My hand slid behind his neck, up into his hair knocking his hat off. He pressed his hips against my own, slowly thrusting into me, letting me feel his hard cock.
I groaned at the friction, wanting more but also wanting to stay like this, but needing more. It felt wrong and right at the same time, which was fucking with my head. What if Iris found out? What would she think? They had talked, maybe they were on their way to becoming husband and wife.
“Nash,” I groaned, as he kissed down my neck.
“Beau,” he murmured against my skin, licking and sucking.
“Nash,” I said, pushing him back. “We can’t.”
His chest moved up and down rapidly, his lips were swollen from kissing and all I wanted was to keep kissing him. Iris came to mind again and I couldn’t do that to her.
“We can’t do this to Iris,” I said, pushing him back further away.
“What if?—”
“No what-if’s,” I said, side stepping him. “I don’t do what-if’s.”
“Beau, I meant?—”
“Goodbye, Nash,” I said unlocking my car several times out of panic.
I opened the door, started the car and left without looking back at him. If I had, I would have heard him out and if I had, god knows what the hell I would have done. Nash was charismatic and after that kiss, he knew how to get what he wanted, and I couldn’t do that to Iris.
When I got home, I was too horny and riled up so I couldn’t go to sleep. I quickly set up a cam session. I made the room dark, with a neon light, and put on a dark hoodie with a zipper, hiding my face. When I started doing cameos, I was faceless and no one knew what I looked like and they were a big hit until I decided to do more. I needed release, but I was a mess, so why miss out on making money off it?
It was late and I didn’t expect a lot of people to be on. They flooded the comments immediately, asking what was going on. Before I got on, I retyped how the live was going to go. No talking, just touching myself, if you wanted more you had to pay. I started with my jeans on and once we hit the thresholds, I took more and more clothes off.
