He kicked his pants down and rose up, closer to the screen. I could see his heavy balls and the sparse curly hairs that grew on his thighs. His muscles strained as we each pumped our cocks, and when he bucked his hips toward the screen, precum glistened and leaked down his crown.
Seeing him seeing me was such a turn-on I couldn’t believe it. Instantly, the heat of my desire scorched my nerves, and the memory of Kai’s touch flared back through me.
Kai threw his shirt aside. My eyes danced across his bare chest, then down.
“Touch your balls?” I asked. We always texted about that, and I remembered how hot it had been to see him tugging himself in person. “I want to see.”
He shoved a hand between his legs, rose up to the edge of the couch, and palmed his balls. He tugged on them lightly, just like before, and I did the same in return.
“Oh fuck,” Kai groaned, sweat dotting his forehead. “I’m close.”
“I want to come for you,” I said. “I want to come for you like I always come for you.”
“Yeah,” he grunted, pumping himself. “Yeah, give it to me, cutie.”
I whimpered, heat exploding behind my eyes, and fell backward as my climax overtook me. The force of it spasmed through my whole body, and when my balls tightened, I sprayed.
“Fuck yeah,” Kai groaned. I threw my head up and watched thick jets of cum shoot into the air while he crumpled forward.
I sat there, catching my breath and watching him do the same. Sweat dripped down my chest, and my suit hung loosely off my shoulders.
The release made everything real. Not just the fact that Kai and OK were the same person, but everything we’d been doing for years. It wasn’t a secret that only I knew about. It was a fact, a truth that neither of us could deny.
I crawled forward, moving my face closer to the screen. “Wow,” I said. “It’s really, really you.”
Kai leaned back against the couch, still panting. “Yeah,” he gasped. “It’s us.”
Chapter Sixteen
Kai
Shame.Total, abject shame.
That’s what I felt two minutes after I got off the video call, and it’s what I felt as I tossed and turned in bed.
And when I woke up early to tidy the condo and make breakfast before Izzy came over, shame twisted my stomach and made my palms sweaty.
There were other feelings in there, too. Excitement about Izzy bubbled up sometimes, and when I was making the coffee, I caught myself with a loopy smile, thinking about how nice it was to see his face while he jerked off.
I shook my head quickly, frustrated. It was all mixed up together, confused in my head.
And even though it didn’t make any sense at all, I was embarrassed that Izzy knew. It felt humiliating that the guy I was crushing on so hard suddenly knew every last detail of my most embarrassing sex secret.
Sure, he had been doing the exact same thing with me, but for some reason, that didn’t matter to my brain. I’d carefully masked my trail online for years, terrified that someone would find out what I was doing, but there was no way to hide it from him.
I slid a frittata into the oven, then pressed my fingers into my temples. I felt like I was losing my mind, like the best thing and the worst thing were happening at once.
I was happy miserable. Or maybe miserably happy. It was hard to tell.
The buzzer rang, and I hurried to the door. The only thing worse than facing Izzy would be not, and I promised myself I wouldn’t unleash this inner hurricane on him.
That was one business skill that conveniently translated to real life. I was pretty good at hiding when I was freaking out.
Izzy stepped into the condo, a wide smile on his face. His eyes were shining, and he quickly kissed me on the cheek.
“Morning!” he said brightly.
“Coffee?” I asked. “With a splash of milk.”
