Chapter 5 #3
I groaned at the sudden cold air. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic of my boxers, the slight tremor in his fingers betraying his eagerness.
When I arched upward, the fabric slid down my thighs, and his gaze caught mine—pupils blown wide, a flush spreading across his cheekbones, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
Something passed between us that made my chest tighten.
“His dick kicked when you said that.” Then, when freed of my boxers, my cock sprang free with an audible slap against my abs, leaving a glistening streak of precum across my taut skin, the head flushed an angry red against the paler shaft, and I watched as Theo’s eyes widened at my growing length, now fully hard.
“So beautiful,” he mumbled, then his warm mouth enveloped me completely in one fluid motion, his nose brushing against the sensitive skin at the base, sending a jolt through my spine that made my fingers curl into the sheets.
I knew Asher was right. I wouldn’t be able to last. Most of it was due to Theo, but it had been a while since I had hooked up with anyone.
I went to a party on Friday and had a few girls throw themselves at me, but I chose to spend my night with Theo instead.
I saw him less over the summer since he went to his summer house, and I missed him.
My night was focused on him and spending time together again.
“It’s not that impressive. I’ve seen bigger and better,” Asher huffed.
I was pretty sure it wasn’t truthful, since he refused to make eye contact and instead stared at the floor. He had never shied away from eye contact before when he was insulting me, almost as if he enjoyed watching the anger take over my expression when he riled me up.
“The dildo you fuck yourself with doesn’t count,” I replied. “Oh. Oh, fuck. Christ. Fuck you, Asher.”
Theo’s tongue flicked my slit—and my vision went white.
A strangled sound escaped my throat, something between a gasp and a moan.
His mouth moved with practiced precision, one moment enveloping me completely until I felt the back of his throat, the next pulling back to circle the sensitive ridge with deliberate slowness.
My fingers tangled in his brown hair, tightening reflexively with each wave of sensation, and I forced myself to loosen my grip when I heard his soft hum against my skin.
“You can imagine that all you want, but that doesn’t happen. Never will,” he said, sounding almost offended by the suggestion. It made sense, since Theo mentioned he only topped.
“Yet you always act like there’s something stuck up your ass,” I rebutted.
I felt Theo’s throat vibrate against my skin, his lips stretching into what I could only imagine was a smile.
The edge of his teeth grazed just below the head—a lightning strike of sensation.
I rocked forward, tentative at first, then with more certainty as his fingers dug into my thighs, pulling me deeper.
The sound he made resonated through me like bass through a speaker.
“Focus on what you’re doing, Beckett. You’re already struggling,” Asher teased, but he wasn’t wrong.
One of my hands was already buried in his hair, fingers sunk into thick, dark waves that refused to lie flat.
It was warm there, soft and dense all at once, the kind of hair that gave just enough resistance to make my grip feel dangerous.
My other hand had a death grip on the comforter, knuckles aching, fabric twisted tight as I fought the urge to pull harder.
His hair shifted beneath my fingers when he moved, loose strands slipping between my knuckles, and I had to bite back a sound. It was the perfect length to tug, to take control instead of pretending I had any left. I loosened my hold, breathing through it, reminding myself this wasn’t the moment.
The camera didn’t need to know how much effort that took.
“You’re doing so fucking good, Theo. Your mouth feels like heaven. You like my thick cock filling you up like this, don’t you?” I said.
I forced myself to remember we were recording. This wasn’t just about us. I’d watched enough porn to know silence killed the mood. People wanted sound. Reaction. Proof.
Theo’s mouth released me with a wet pop, his lips swollen and glistening.
“So much. You fill my throat perfectly, Daddy.” His wink sent an unexpected jolt through me, my cock twitching visibly in response.
He pressed his palm flat against my thigh.
“I like it rough. I’ll tap three times if it’s too much.
” His tongue traced a deliberate path along my length, eyes never leaving mine.
When he swallowed me again, my hips bucked involuntarily. His throat constricted around me, producing a muffled gagging sound that made my toes curl against the sheets.
Now that I had his permission, I gripped his hair tighter, watching his eyes water as I pushed deeper.
His throat convulsed around me, the vibration of his muffled gag shooting straight up my spine.
Ten seconds. Fifteen. His fingertips dug into my thighs.
I yanked him back, let him gasp once, then thrust forward again.
Behind us, I heard Asher groan. My vision blurred at the edges.
Sweat beaded across my forehead, my heartbeat pounding in my ears, drowning out everything but the wet sounds below.
Something primal tightened in my core. Not yet.
Not when the red light was still blinking, not when we’d barely begun.
I wanted them to like me. To want to see more of us.
Theo and I hadn’t discussed where I’d finish, but I knew what porn viewers wanted to see, no matter how much I wanted to finish in his wet, hot mouth.
“Pull off, baby. I want to paint your pretty face with my cum,” I encouraged, giving his hair a slight tug to signal what I wanted.
Theo whined as he pulled off my cock with a reluctant drag of his lips, letting it fall heavy against my thigh.
He sank back on his heels, his jaw slack, eyelids at half-mast. His tongue extended past his bottom lip, glistening under the harsh light, a thin strand of saliva still connecting us.
His pupils had swallowed the green of his irises, and a flush spread from his cheeks down his throat to his heaving chest.
It only took a few more strokes before my thighs shook and my knees buckled, Asher’s firm grip steadying me as my cum landed all over Theo’s face, hair, and tongue.
“Fuck yeah. Take it all like a good boy,” tumbled from my lips before I could think, my voice deeper and rougher than I’d ever heard it.
The words hung in the air between us, as surprising to my ears as if a stranger had spoken them.
I hadn’t been one for dirty talk before, but with Theo, it flew out of my mouth without thought.
Theo’s tongue darted out, collecting pearly drops from his lower lip.
His eyes locked with mine, pupils blown wide.
Something electric shot through me. My fingers pressed into his cheek, sticky wetness smearing under my palm as I yanked him forward.
His breath hitched—a tiny, surprised gasp—before my mouth claimed his.
Salt and musk bloomed across my tongue. The taste wasn’t unfamiliar; late nights alone had satisfied that particular curiosity.
His lips parted on a soft moan that vibrated against mine. I’d expected resistance, teeth and challenge, but found only surrender—his tongue yielding, retreating whenever mine advanced. His fingers trembled against my thigh.
When I broke away, Asher was there, fist already twisted in Theo’s hair, wrenching his head back.
Theo’s throat worked, exposed. Their mouths collided with bruising force.
My jaw slackened as Asher’s tongue traced a deliberate path across Theo’s cheekbone, collecting the white streaks I’d left behind.
Even hotter, he was pointing the camera at them. Girls hadn’t often swallowed, but these men drank my cum like they’d die of thirst without it. I almost felt my dick hardening again, but willed it away.
“So, uh…” Theo started, clearing his throat.
“Get your account set up tonight and send me the details. Tomorrow, I’ll come over and show you how to post the video.
I’ll post a preview on mine and tell my followers they can subscribe to you for the full video.
We’ll split any tips, if that’s okay with you.
We’ll switch who posts the full video each time, so it’s fair. ”
I nodded. “Sounds good to me. I trust you. I’m going to change my classes tomorrow, so I won’t be starting any. You can come over anytime,” I told Theo. “Not you,” I directed at Asher.
I didn’t need him in my space. Dealing with him at Theo’s messed with my brain enough. No matter what we had done for money, I still hated him. I had been a better actor than I expected, but that was all it was. Acting.
“Wasn’t planning on stepping foot in that shithole anyway,” Asher huffed.
For someone who thinks I’m pompous, spoiled, and arrogant, he sure was acting that way now that he was living in someone else’s luxury property.
I stood and put on my clothes in silence while Theo ran to the bathroom, returning with a clean face, his hair messier than usual from my grip. He looked freshly fucked in the best way.
“Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow, Theo. Fuck yourself, Asher,” I said when I reached the door, shoes on, keys in my hand.
“Don’t need to. I have Theo,” he teased, wrapping his arm around my best friend and pulling him close. I wanted to fight him, to tell him Theo wasn’t his, but the blush creeping on Theo’s face stopped me.
He liked him, and no matter how I felt toward either of them, I couldn’t get in the way.
I could only hope I wouldn’t lose him in the end.