“Oh I’m sending itright now. Then I’m finishing my drink to give him time to really work up a thirst before getting my ass in a Lyft. I’m broke as fuck right now, but the fifteen bucks will be worth it.”
Ayako dipped her head in agreement. “You’ll want to get there as soon as possible.”
I opened the texting app again after copying the link for the video and sent it off.
Camilo:Here’s the link to a video the studio posted from the class. See you soon!
Ayako grinned again. “I give him three minutes before he’s asking you when you’ll be there.”
“He can wait,” I said primly, before sipping my glass of wine.
The text came after two minutes. It was only one word.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
My feelings exactly.
Tom
Camilo Briggs was going to be the death of me. I’d watched the video he’d sent of his dance class three times already and was now sitting downstairs hard as fuck waiting for him. He’d texted he was on his way like ten minutes ago, but I was so revved up, I was afraid I’d come before I had a chance to get my hands on him. Still, I played the video again.
Jesus.
It opened with Camilo and the other dancers standing against the back wall of the studio. He was wearing the same type of outfit he usually did for his classes. Tight black yoga pants and a tank top, but on his feet, he was wearing ankle boots with a slightly taller heel than usual. His hair was loose, and with his head down, his face was hidden as he slid his back slowly upand down the wall. Seeing that body I knew so well, that I’d run my hands over so many times, without getting a glimpse of his face, was entrancing. I literally could not look away.
After a few seconds, he whipped his head up and started making his way slowly to the front of the room. All the while looking intently at something in the distance. His hips undulating as he went, until he stopped in front of one of the chairs that were arranged around the room. He sank into it with both his arms above his head. I sucked in my teeth and gripped myself, entranced. I was so focused on his body and how he moved, I was barely blinking.
There were other people in the shot, and Ayako might’ve been in there, too. But I couldn’t take my eyes off Camilo. As soon as his ass hit the chair, he started running his hands up and down his body, his neck, chest, and thighs until he placed them on his knees. He spread his legs wide with his hands, dipping his torso towards the floor.
Those gray eyes were looking straight at me, and all I could think was,I’m going to fuck him blind the second he walks through that door.
I gritted my teeth, watching as he turned his body to one side and then the other. His hips turning in a slow circle as he fisted his hair. My breath was coming in short pants and I had to grip my cock harder. The video ended with him standing up and walking to the back of the studio in that sexy as fuck slow strut.
I was sitting there panting and clenching my fists when I heard the doorbell ring. I instantly dropped my phone on the couch and rushed to the door, tearing off my t-shirt as I went, and hoping to God it wasn’t a Jehovah’s Witness or someone from the cable company. Because my cock was literally sticking out of my sweats, and I had the tube of lube I ran upstairs to get, in my hand.
We’d decided to get tested a couple of weeks earlier, but with his schedule, we’d had little chance to see each other since then. So, this would be the first time we went without condoms. By the time I opened the door, I was so eager to get at him, my entire body was vibrating.
“Hey—”
I didn’t let him finish. I just grabbed him by the arm and pulled him inside. I took his bag off his shoulder and threw it on the table by the door before turning him around, so he was shoved up against the wall. Within seconds I was all over him, pushing my cock against his ass, my hands everywhere.
Camilo’s laugh was breathless when he managed to speak.
“Damn, if I knew those videos were going to have this effect on you, I would’ve started sending them sooner.”
I shook my head while trying to unzip his parka with one hand and used the other to take his hat off so I could get at his neck.
“What did you think would happen if you sent me a video with two full minutes of you shaking this ass and looking at the camera like that?” Apparently I didn’t speak anymore, I growled.
“Uh, I was hoping for exactly this reaction actually.” He tried to laugh but it got caught in his throat when I lifted his hair and sucked on the back of his neck. I was thrusting my erection against him, one hand at the base of his neck as the other one went inside his yoga pants. No underwear again.
“Camilo, for fuck’s sake, I’m going to come before we even get naked.”
His breath was coming in pants, but I could hear the humor in his voice. “I love that you’re this worked up. I didn’t take you for an Ariana Grande fan.”
I had no idea who he was talking about. I lifted his shirt off and then ran my teeth all the way down his back. Until I was kneeling with my face at eye level with his ass. I bit one cheekand grabbed his erection again, making him gasp before I asked distractedly, “Who?”
I started tugging on his pants impatiently as he kicked off his shoes and turned his head around to look at me, one eyebrow raised. “The song from the video?”
