“You don’t want me to see you?” Jett asked, watching himself pout on the video.
“Why would I reward your bad behaviour?”said Harrison.“I’m not going to give you anything after you went and sent my cousin after me.”
Jett swallowed hard. Right, he had totally done that.
“Don’t talk,”said Harrison.“Flip the camera and stroke yourself so I can watch. If you’re good for me, I’ll reward you.”
Jett moaned and did what he was told. As shitty as Harrison was being, the sound of a reward overshadowed everything else. He made sure to show the perfect angle of his flushed, hard cock before he asked, “No lube?”
Harrison laughed and the sound of it made Jett’s dick twitch in his hand.
“No lube, Fraser. We both know how wet you get when I’m in control. You’ll just end up with a bigger mess to clean.”
Jett would have denied it, but his dick was already leaking enough precum to prove Harrison’s point. He gathered it up and used it to make his next stroke easier, and his toes curled against the mattress from oversensitivity.
It occurred to him that Ryan could return at any point if he forgot something, but he was too far gone. A plane could have crashed outside his window, and Jett wouldn’t have stopped as long as Harrison’s eyes were on him like this.
Fuck, just knowing that Harrison was watching him through the phone had him slowing to take a breath. He didn’t want to come just yet; he had barely touched himself.
“I didn’t say slow down,”said Harrison.
Jett cursed and returned to the previous pace, the sound of slick skin sliding against slick skin becoming louder as he committed himself to doing as he was told. His lip was aching from where he was biting it between his teeth, and his abs tensed with every stroke.
“Look at how gorgeous you are,”said Harrison.“Fuck, I wish I was there so I could taste you.”
Jett gasped, and his hips punched forward. He almost broke Harrison’s rule by opening his mouth to beg him, but he quickly snapped his jaw shut.
“I want to leave more marks on that golden skin of yours. I bet my old ones are starting to fade.”
They were, thank God. He’d looked like he’d been mauled by an octopus, but hearing how much Harrison liked marking his claim on him made Jett want more, too.
“I never had a chance to be inside you either,”said Harrison’s breathy voice.“I bet your hole is even better than your mouth.”
Jett knew the sound that left him was loud, but he didn’t care. His mind was stuck on the images of Harrison’s fingers, tongue and cock in his ass—or what he was doing in his recliner right now that was making him sound so out of breath.
“Faster,”said Harrison.“Keep the camera like that—don’t fucking move.”
Jett whimpered and quickened his strokes, fighting hard to stay still and keep the camera steady. He wanted to please Harrison not only because he wanted the praise, but because he wanted to win that reward.
“Jett,”said Harrison.“Be good for me and cum.”
Jett’s teeth cut through his lip, the sting still not bad enough to keep him from following the order. All of his muscles tensed, his cock jerking in his fist as he spilled his release over his hand and bare abs. He didn’t know if it was going to stop, but then he heard a catch in Harrison’s voice, and hearing Killinger groan in his ear as he came had Jett barreling straight into another orgasm.
Jett let out a confused sound of surprise, too shocked to do anything else as he went limp on the bed, flopping the phone face down onto the blankets.
Two? Was that even possible? What the actual fuck.
His ears rang, and dark spots danced across his vision. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think he was about to pass out.
Jett looked at the ceiling in a daze as Harrison’s voice slowly became audible over the ringing. He fumbled for the phone, flipping the camera, but regretting it as soon as he saw the fucked-out expression on his face.
“You still with me, Fraser?”
Jett nodded slowly, his eyes widening when Harrison shared his camera. Jett scrambled to accept the request and beamed when he saw familiar blue eyes glaring at him.
“Harrison, I missed you.”
Harrison shook his head, but Jett could see the smile under all that beard.
