Chapter 47
Forty-Seven
Violet
It was a slow day at work, so I took my lunch break while it was quiet and played on my phone after I finished eating. I knew the guys were busy uploading content and interacting with their fans, so I figured it was a good time to pop in and see what they were up to.
I sat with my back against the wall so I didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing my phone as I went to Asher’s Fan Cam page and scrolled through the new content he’d uploaded.
It was still hot to see the videos of him pleasuring himself, but knowing what he could literally do with his cock had me wishing I was with him instead of just watching the videos.
I went to Enzo’s page and found that he was currently live. A rush of excitement went through me as I popped an earbud into my ear and turned up the volume. His voice sounded lower than usual, and he looked different. Not in a bad way, but in a way that had me wondering why he looked so... content.
He was in his bedroom, leaning against the headboard, reading a few comments as they came in and responding to them. A handful of people made requests for what they wanted to see next, while others talked about how hot he was and whether he was single.
My fingers tingled as they flew over the screen, typing out and sending a comment before I could talk myself out of it.
EAplusV4EVA: Are you going to do more with the girl you ate out the other day?
My stomach tightened as I looked at the words, knowing how vulgar they sounded.
But it wasn’t like I could ask if he was planning to do more with the girl he performed oral sex on because normal people didn’t talk like that in settings like this.
I wasn’t ready to risk blowing my cover, so I knew I would have to suck it up and talk like everyone else did.
I watched as Enzo’s eyebrows lifted slightly as he read my message. He grinned and ran his fingers down the scruff on his jaw as he thought about it.
“I don’t know if I’ll be doing more content with her. You guys seemed pretty ravenous for it when I posted that video of me eating her out, so maybe. I guess it will depend on what requests I get and if she’s comfortable with doing more on here.”
My fingers tapped the table as I thought about that. The comments from other users flooded the screen, confirming that they absolutely wanted to see more of it.
CoolGirl99: Absolutely do more stuff with her—or me, if you’re looking to change things up. It was so hot to see a man who actually enjoys eating... if you know what I mean.
JJ34RFT: If she’s not interested, I am. Single and ready to mingle with your cock or your face—whichever you want.
BTTERFLY17: Don’t listen to them. We want to see whatever you want to show us. If you get off to eating girls out, then do that. We just want to see you happy.
HUMPTYDUMPTY: I still can’t get over those Good Girl handcuffs. Do you think you’d ever do something where a girl cuffs you, and you let her do whatever she wants to you?
Enzo grinned as he watched the comments come through, but I knew the moment the last one caught his eye. He folded his arms over his chest and considered it.
“I haven’t thought about doing that, but it could be hot to be restrained and let her do whatever she wants to me.”
EAplusV4EVA: What about food?
“Food is always a fuck yes for me. We all know how much I love eating, even when it’s not pussy. But I’m guessing that your question is more about playing with food than eating it. Am I right?”
The way he looked at the camera felt like he could see straight through it and was looking at me.
“I’m curious now what you want to see with food,” he continued when I didn’t respond.
He also ignored the other comments from people claiming to be different foods so he could eat them.
“Tell me, what do you want to see with food? Do you want me to slather myself in chocolate and have her lick it off? Do you want to watch as I fuck a pie and pretend it’s a warm cunt? ”
EAplusV4EVA: How about donuts stacked on your cock to see how many you can fit? Then she can eat them off of you when you’re done.
Enzo’s eyes darkened as he read the words on the screen.
“Fucking deal,” he said, nodding his head as he looked at the screen. “I’m all about making that happen.”
I glanced at the clock, noticing my break was just about over. I closed out of the app and shoved my phone in my pocket while forcing myself to keep thoughts of Enzo’s dick covered in donuts out of my head until I got off.
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By the time I got off work, I was hot, sticky, and exhausted.
Once we got home, I went in to take a shower while Enzo and Asher started dinner.
I tried to rush out of the kitchen when I saw the box of donuts on the island, so I didn’t let on that I had seen the live video—but, more importantly, so Enzo wouldn’t know it had been my idea.
The shower felt wonderful as I let the hot water soothe my body until I forced myself to get out.
I dried off and put on clean, comfy clothes, walking into the kitchen right as Enzo was pulling dinner out of the oven.
He sang quietly, the melody and words floating through the air and making me stop to take it all in.
“Hey, beautiful,” Asher said as he passed me, wrapping a hand around my waist as he kissed my cheek. “Dinner is ready.”
“It smells wonderful in here,” I replied as I sat at the table and waited for them to join me.
Even after staying with them for so long, it still felt weird to constantly be taken care of.
“How was work?” Enzo asked as he set the dish down in the middle of the table and took a seat.
“It was fine, nothing exciting.” I pressed my lips together so I wouldn’t accidentally say something stupid about watching his live video. “Just a regular day at Surf ’N Shack. How was your day?”
“Good. Uneventful,” Enzo replied with a shrug. “Did a live video and got some requests from a few fans.”
“What kind of requests?” I asked as I finished serving myself and quickly took a bite to keep my mouth occupied.
“The usual stuff. But someone did have an idea that I’m excited to try.”
Waves of heat washed over my body as I stared at the chicken on my fork, refusing to meet the heated gaze that was on me.
“What was it?” Asher asked, giving me instant relief as the focus shifted off me.
“A fan wants me to stack donuts on my cock to see how many can fit, then have Violet eat them off,” Enzo replied, continuing to look at me.
I swallowed hard and reached for my glass of water to wash down my food before I choked.
“What did you say?” Asher questioned with a laugh.
“I told them I would make it happen.” Enzo looked at Asher, then at the box of donuts, before bringing his focus back to me. “That is, if Violet is up for eating donuts off my cock.”
I set my glass down as steadily as I could and met his eyes.
“I’m always up for a good donut.”
“Good. I was worried that EAplusV4EVA might be disappointed if you backed out,” he drawled out, making my skin tingle.
A silence fell over us as I refused to look away from him, even when I read the truth in his eyes. He knew it was me.
“What’s going on? Who is EAplus whatever?” Asher asked while Enzo and I continued to stare at each other.
“It seems our sweet little Violet created a Fan Cam page,” Enzo replied, steepling his fingers as he rested his elbows on the table.
“What?” Asher leaned back in his chair and let out a laugh. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?”
“Nope. I found it earlier after my live ended.”
“How did you know it was me?” I asked bashfully, feeling myself crawl back in the shell I was used to hiding in.
“I told you he was a geek,” Asher said as Enzo shrugged but refused to stop the grin that spread across his face. “You’d be surprised at the shit he can hack into.”
“You hacked into the system to find out who I was?”
“More or less.”
“I don’t get it. What gave it away?” I pressed, wanting to know where I had messed up.
“It was obvious pretty quickly because you were the only one who was asking me to include you in the content I posted. Everyone else was bitching and complaining about how jealous they were.”
I hung my head and shook it, hating that I hadn’t considered that.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Enzo said softly.
“Too late for that,” I mumbled.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Though I will say that it’s fucking hot to see you come out of your shell. If you’re more comfortable asking for stuff through my Fan Cam page, go for it. If you want to ask us face-to-face, we can do that, too.”
I shook my head and set my fork down when I realized how badly my hand was cramping from holding it.
“I still can’t believe you figured out it was me so fast.”
Enzo leaned forward and rested his arms on the table as he stared at me.
“Violet, we could be lost in the depths of outer space, confined to pure darkness, and I would still find you.”
“Okay, now I’m a bit worried about you being a stalker,” I joked, trying to make light of the situation so my heart would stop thumping against my chest.
“Stalker. Lover. Obsessed. They all track.” He shrugged but gave me the smile that could brighten my darkest days.
“I guess it’s pointless to try to keep things from you. I should have known you would figure it out.”
“I mean, I am the master of finding what I’m looking for. I’m also the master of getting information you don’t want me to have. Like, how your birthday is coming up next week, and you have yet to mention it.”
“Why would I mention it?” I asked, feeling a rush of nerves flood through me.
“Why wouldn’t you?” Asher frowned as he waited for my answer.
“I don’t know. I guess most people don’t go around broadcasting their birthdays?” I lifted my hands and shrugged.
“Maybe not, but you should,” Asher pressed.
“Why?”
“Why not? How are we supposed to celebrate you if we don’t know that it’s your birthday?”
“It’s just another day.” I looked down at the table, hoping they would let this go and not see the look on my face.
The truth was that I hated my birthday. When I was young, my mother always made a big deal out of my birthday.
The house would be decorated, and we would spend the day doing fun stuff together.
She would bake me a cake and give me presents throughout the day as we celebrated.
After she died, my father tried his best to keep up with her traditions, but as time passed and his drinking got worse, it became more of a hindrance than a celebration.
The first year that he forgot my birthday was the day when I realized that the father I thought I had, the one I loved dearly when I was a little girl, died the day my mom did.
“It’s not just another day,” Enzo corrected gently as he rested his hand over mine. “It’s the day that you were born, and that’s a day that—”
“It’s the day my mother died.”