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“And do you guys know why I’m so horny?” His teasing voice brings my attention back to the screen as he slips his slender hand into his briefs, stroking himself under the material. He seems to stare straight through the computer, meeting my eyes. “Because I hope someone very special is watching me tonight.”
Oh. Shit.
He can’t see me, I think, slapping a hand over my eyes before I regain my wits and realize there’s no way that would be possible. I don’t even have a webcam. That’s just not what this is. And why the hell do I think he’s talking about me?
There’s no way.
He’s just teasing his fans. There are hundreds of people watching him right now. I know because I watch the comments roll in—watch that little graphic in the corner pull in money.
I’m special, sweetie.
Oh yeah. Fuck your hand.
Who is this special person? Please don’t say you’ve found the one and you’re leaving us!!!
Damon reads through the comments, his hand still working himself under the briefs.
“Oh, well I’m not telling. It’s a secret, but I do have some toys I want to play with today. What are you all thinking?”
The comments roll in as he shows off his toys and they settle on a vibrator, a thick one with a knot at the end.
“Oh, I see what you want, you kinky fuckers.” He laughs at that and then bites his lip, slowly pulling his shorts down. He’s teasing the fans, and I can see him looking at the corner of his screen.
“You know what you have to do,” he says and I’m sure the money starts pouring in. Oodles of it as I sit here rapt, watching as he slowly peels himself from his shorts, his cock popping free. He’s lithe and tan everywhere. So fucking gorgeous that I find myself unzipping my pants to give my hard cock some relief.
That’s a pointer I’ll tell Damon—to tell his fans to not wear constricting clothing or they’ll be at risk for penis amputation.
Damon pumps his dick, rolling his balls in his hands and arching up as he does so. I can see the shine of lube on his cock, and I’m sure that he’s prepped himself for this shoot.
I’m sure when he spreads his legs and fucks that thing into his ass that it will come out shiny and wet.
My own cock leaks at the thought. My stomach clenches and I reach down, pulling my dick free and grabbing on to it, just for some relief. That’s all this is. A physical response to sex.
Nothing more.
This has nothing to do with wanting to watch him.
Nothing at all.
“Oh, you filthy fuckers. You did it. You gave me what I want. Now, are you ready for your reward?” he asks and then positions himself scissored out in front of the camera, his hole on display, his balls and cock pressed against the mattress. And I can still see his face. His beautiful, perfect face. Those pink lips, those lined eyes, those long eyelashes fluttering as he takes that knotted cock and starts to work it inside of him. Inch by inch. Second by second until it’s there, the knot still visible and Damon breathing hard.
“Are you watching?” he asks, and I swear it’s directed at me. He wants to know if I’m here.
And I am. I so am.
My hand is pumping my cock furiously, my cheeks flushed, my entire body clenching with need as he continues to fuck himself with that toy, drawing it out, edging us all. Not taking the knot, but knowing he can. He so can. The comments are going wild. They want him to knot himself, to put that big thing right up his ass, but he makes them pay for it. Hell, I almost do just to put myself out of my misery. I want to see it.
Oh my god, I want to see.
When he finally gets what he wants, he pushes it inside with a low groan, his cock jumping between his legs. He seems to go wild, thrusting it in and out. I don’t know how he takes it but my eyes are glued to the way he stretches around it, the way it glistens with lube.
And my ears…all I can hear is his pants, his moans.
I want that. I want him here.
I’m crazy with lust, losing my fucking mind. I need—I need something more than this. I’ve never needed something more.
Without thinking I stumble from the room, half doing up my pants as I stalk out of the front door and toward his house. The air is warm and dry and it does nothing to cool my skin as I step into his house, not even bothering to knock.God, he should lock his door, I think as I find my way to his room, my mind in a fog, my cock throbbing almost painfully. The dogs crowd me, but I push past them, entering his room without so much as even a knock.
