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“If you’re that turned on…” He lay back and slid his hand behind his head on the pillow. “Let me watch.”
“Yeah?” I was suddenly winded. “You want to watch me jerk off?”
“I want to ride your ass or blow you until you come, but since those aren’t options right now…” He grinned. “You better believe I want to watch.”
“Oh. Okay. Uh…” I thought fast. Then… “Give me a sec to prop up my phone.”
“Take your time.”
I didn’t have a stand or anything for my phone, so I had to get a little bit creative. The alarm clock on the nightstand worked well enough, and once I had the phone positioned where he’d be able to see me on the bed, I sat back against the headboard. “This work?”
On the screen, Isaiah nodded. “That’s a hell of a view.”
Warmth rushed through me as I laughed. Nerves, probably. I’d never done this before. “I’ve, uh… This is kind of new. I’m not really sure what to do.”
“What were you going to do after we got off the phone?”
I laughed nervously. “Strip and jerk off.”
“Okay.” His voice was husky with desire. “Do that.”
Right. Yeah. That… That made perfect sense. But it felt weird with someone watching. Hot as hell, sure, but also kind of weird.
I met his gaze, and I realized his shoulder was moving a little. Oh, was he touching himself too? Because that was seriously hot. And it was also motivation for me to give him more of a show, so I did exactly what I’d planned to do—stripped out of my clothes, sat back against the headboard, and started going to town on myself.
Isaiah moaned softly. “That is sohot.”
I bit my lip as a whimper tried to escape. My nerves did the same thing they did during a high-stakes hockey game, when they’d have me queasy and squirming on the bench and in the locker room, but as soon as my skates touched the ice for a shift, they were gone.
Now that I was jacking myself for Isaiah, now that he was watching me while I relieved this unbearable need for friction and release, I wasn’t nervous anymore at all. Just turned on and not sure if I wanted to draw this out and make it last, or if I wanted to make myself come before I lost my fucking mind.
“You are so sexy,” Isaiah whispered. “Will you… Will you touch yourself like that while I’m fucking you?”
“Oh God.” I struggled to speak. “You want me to?”
“Are you kidding?” He sounded as breathless as I was. “Or I can do it. Just let you lie back and enjoy the ride.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Fuck…” Good thing I wasn’t holding my phone; I’d have dropped it on the floor by now.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he purred. “Just lying back while I fuck you and jerk you off?”
The only sound I could manage was a choked whimper as I pressed back against the headboard and pumped myself furiously. “Fuck… I’m…” The strangled moan that escaped my throat was probably way too loud, given the thin walls and my teammates staying nearby, but fuck it. I was too turned on to care, too close to the edge with Isaiah—oh my God,Isaiah—watching me with his dick in his hand.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered. “Oh yeah. Let me see how good it is.”
I managed to open my eyes, and when I saw him on the screen—saw the heat in his eyes and the flush of his face—I was just… gone. My hips bucked and my voice probably would’ve carried through the whole damn hotel if I could’ve breathed at all, and as hot cum landed on my abs, Isaiah purred, “Jesus Christ, that’s hot.”
Fuck. It so was.
“Holy shit,” I panted. I looked down at myself. I was a mess, but from the way Isaiah was watching me, he didn’t see a damn thing wrong with that. “I’ve, um…” I paused to try to catch my breath. “Never done that before. On camera, I mean.”
“Well, any time you want to do it again,” he said in a sultry, flirty voice, “say the word. You’re hot as hell on camera.”
I laughed softly. “If you promise to talk dirty to me again, you’re on.”
“You better believe it.” He shifted, and I realized his shoulder was still moving in that telltale way.
I licked my lips. “You’re still turned on, aren’t you?”
