“What?” I kissed him, tangling my tongue against his.
“I want to do a live.”
I jerked back.
“And I want you to watch me as I do it, while you touch yourself in the corner, off camera,” he said, rolling his hips against me. “I promise you will not be in the shot, just me as I watch you.”
A thrill shot through me. He would masturbate to me as everyone watched.
“You promise I would not be on camera?” I asked, trailing my hand down his chest and abs to his cock.
He shook his head as I rubbed him. “You would be in a corner away from the camera. This body is only for my eyes. I promise no one will see you.”
“Ok,” I said, before I chickened out.
“Fuck, I don’t think I’m going to last long,” he said, leaning up. “Go strip, put your boots on, and sit on that chair in the corner.”
I scrambled up and he spanked me as I got off the bed. He pulled out a few things from his bag, setting up a light with his camera. It was surreal to see what he did for his website. It always seemed like Beau was like two sides of a coin and this was his different personality.
My heart raced as I stripped, sliding my boots on and my button-down for good measure. If Beau had a cowgirl fantasy, I could play into it really well. Beau set up his laptop on the bed, glancing up at me, his gaze getting darker as he took in what I was wearing.
“Sit down,” he commanded.
I listened, opening my legs slightly.
His nostrils flared as he took me in. “You naughty girl.”
I blew him a kiss, watching him finish setting up. He took off his shirt, unbuttoning his pants as he sat on the bed.
“You ready?” he asked, looking me up and down.
“Hell yes,” I said, trailing a hand down my chest.
“Show time,” he said, hitting a button on his laptop.
My heart raced as an irrational part of me wondered if they could see me. Beau said I was off camera and I had to trust he wouldn’t do that to me.
“Hey guys,” Beau said, capturing my attention. “How are y’all doing?”
This version of Beau mesmerized me. He still looked and sounded like himself, but his demeanor had changed. He was no longer the guy who worked at the bar; this man was sex incarnate. The way he spoke, and held himself was so different; it fascinated me. An obnoxious number of pings and dings came from the laptop, making me guess what they were for.
“Oh, don’t be babies; I was on not too long ago and you guys loved that dark, silent session,” he said, leaning forward. “I might have to do some more of those in the future.”
“Today, we will do it like a normal session,” he purred, leaning back to take off his jeans.
He was hard in his boxer-briefs and the red made his cock look bigger and harder.
“If you want them off, you know what you have to do,” he said, biting his lip, glancing at me as he rubbed his cock over his underwear.
A barrage of pings came through and I had to assume that meant money was coming through. Fuck, how much money was he making?
“That’s what I like to see,” he said.
I didn’t know if he was talking to me or the fans, but I grabbed my breast, kneading it as my other hand trailed down my soft stomach down to my wet pussy.
“Yes,” Beau groaned, pushing his hands into his underwear.
My stomach clenched in arousal watching him put on a show for his fans and me, except his eyes were on me. I swirled my fingers over my clit as need took over, spreading my legs for more access.
