Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
FINN
Everything Curtis does, for the entire night, is designed to turn me on.
At least that’s what it feels like when he excuses himself to go to the bathroom and his arm brushes my sleeve and I about nut in my pants.
This is bullshit.
I’m ready to drag him home, set up the cameras, and jump him, and I probably would have done it by now if it weren’t for one thing.
His friends.
Every person sitting at this table has seen my cock, and I’d be extremely surprised if none of them realized it’s me.
And yet they’re all being perfectly normal and fun, so what does it matter? If I can shut off the looping reminder that the seven sets of eyes staring back at me will be watching as Curtis and I fuck, then I’ll get to have everything I’ve been fantasizing over.
I need to stop getting in my own way.
Fuck being nervous.
Fuck embarrassment.
I want him naked.
Until then, I focus on making friends and not on the way his knee rests against mine under the table, or the casual touches, or even—when we all head to the dance floor, losing our shirts on the way—how he grinds against me, his abs pressed to my front, with Alfie plastered to my back.
I barely even register Alfie with Curtis’s hands on my hips, the smell of his cologne and sweat filling my nose, his lips so enticingly close to mine.
It’s torture.
I love every second.
By the time we spill out of the bar at 2:00 a.m., the night air is crisp, and I’m barely tipsy. I’ve danced off the alcohol, and all I’m left with is this happy, horny high. When Curtis types David’s address into his phone for drop-off, I cover it with my hand.
“Yours.”
“What?”
“I’m coming back to yours.”
I don’t need to tell him more than that for him to catch my meaning. The steady way he holds my eyes makes me think he’s as sober as I am.
“You’re drunk.”
“Not really.” I step closer, body pressed to his, and dip my mouth near his ear. “I know what I want.”
David’s address disappears and is replaced with his own.
The ride takes too long to arrive and then too long to get back to his place. I’m literally sitting on my hands to stop from reaching for him because I don’t trust myself not to offer him a handjob in the back seat.
The way he turns me on is out of control.
The way I want to touch him, hold him, make him feel good is the part that scares me.
We pull up out the front of his apartment, and it’s a relief to be close, but there’s still too long to wait, and the whole time I’m following him back to his apartment, I can’t pull my eyes from him.
Those long legs, his sexy arms, the way his broad shoulders taper down to his waist.
We reach his door, and I can’t hold back anymore. My body collides with his, and the moment my lips find his neck, it feels so right. His skin tastes amazing, the slightest bit salty, and I greedily lick my way along the dip as Curtis’s breathing speeds up.
Does he even know how irresistible he is?
Out of the two of us, I carry my fair share of confidence issues, so it makes sense that he’s always the one boosting me up, but I’ve never met anyone like him. No one who’s matched his kindness, his confidence, the way he can make anyone feel comfortable around him.
Curtis is a gift.
“Finn …”
I tug him around to face me and press him into the door. Then our mouths collide. The kiss is hungry and long overdue, a reward for behaving myself all night, and every time his tongue brushes mine, it releases all these addictive nerves through my body.
His hands make fists in my shirt, and it takes a second to realize he’s pulling away.
“Wow.” His head thunks back against the door. “That was …”
He doesn’t need to tell me because I’m just as lust drunk as he is. “Yeah.”
“A waste.”
That pulls me up short. “What?”
“Should have gotten it on camera.” He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth. “Come on.”
I follow Curtis inside, still horny as fuck but … displaced? I think that’s the word for what I’m feeling. I’d forgotten for a second that’s what this is about and was kissing him because I wanted to kiss him. I’d damn near needed it.
He leads me into his bedroom and starts pulling out lighting equipment.
“I thought for our first time, we could keep things simple. If you stand in front of the camera, I’ll line it up so we only have your chest down in the frame, and I’ll get on my knees and blow you. Easier than messing around with edits.”
“Okay.”
“And …” He pauses, tripod in hand. “You got my point earlier, right? That my friends all apparently subscribe.”
“That doesn’t bother you?”
Curtis only shrugs. “Nope. I put my stuff out there for anyone, and they’re sort of included in that. Other than Alfie, I suspect they don’t actually watch anything; they’re just being supportive. But if they do … they’ll see you too. They’ll know it’s you.”
“Yeah … I figured that.”
“And you’re okay with it?”
My gaze roams over his body again, and maybe I shouldn’t be making these choices while I’m this worked up, but even before tonight, it wasn’t a question of if I’d say yes, but when. “Somehow, you still think I’m able to resist you.”
“That’s promising. Go shower real quick while I finish setting this up.”
I do as I’m told, and then I debate whether I’m supposed to get dressed again or walk out there stark naked. We’ll be naked on camera, so might as well save time.
My dick started to flag after the sudden reminder of why we’re doing this, but it doesn’t take much to get it hard again. So when I step back into the room, still nervous, and see the appreciative look Curtis runs over me, it confirms I’ve made the right choice.
“Fuck,” he says roughly. “You are too much sometimes.”
My cheeks get hot, but I refuse to let that slow me down. “How are we doing this?”
“You stand out of frame,” he says, pulling his shirt over his head.
“I’ll say some things about missing you and whatever, and then you’ll step forward until your cock is in the middle of the shot.
Then I’ll get all needy, blow you while I jerk off, and done.
You don’t have to say anything, just … be there. ”
“Feeling like a glorified sex toy.”
“You and me both.” He lets out a sweet chuckle that’s at odds with the way he kicks off his pants and shoves his boxer briefs down.
“We’re here to be hot and get people off.
Do what feels right in the moment, but it’s better if we stick to the overall game plan.
No weird bloopers or awkward moments that way. ”
“If you think I have any complaints about you sucking my cock, you really don’t know me well.”
“Yeah …” His eyes drop again, running a slow trail over my body, and his dick goes from half-hard to long and thick before he’s finished sizing me up. “I’m pretty eager for it too.”
I cross to where his camera is set up on the tripod and turn it on. “I’m ready.”
“Get your phone too. You can film me from above for more angles.”
The thought of recording his lips stretched around my cock, on my own phone, turns me on even more. Who would have thought making porn would be as hot as watching it?
I grab my phone and wait, just off-screen, as Curtis takes a moment to turn into Gunner.
He props himself on the edge of the bed, hand wrapped around that mouthwatering dick, and strokes himself slowly.
“Baby …” he rasps, and it takes everything in me to push down this weird urge to laugh.
I can do this. I can be professional.
This is all for the camera.
“You’ve made me wait so long,” he says. “It’s been torture here without you. I need you, I need to taste you. Please? I’ll do anything.” Then after a brief pause, he says, “Okay, step into frame now.”
He’s got one of his monitors set up so we can see everything being caught on-screen. I move toward him, one eye on it, and stop when I’m in the middle of the shot like he wanted.
His hand strokes faster, and I know it’s an act, but damn if that doesn’t boost my ego.
“Finally …”
“Do it.” I don’t even realize I’ve spoken until it’s too late, but I try to shut off that part of my brain telling me I sound stupid. No one will give a shit what I sound like.
Curtis stands, and the anticipation is killing me. The closer he gets, the more my body is humming with his coming touch. I have to choke my dick as he draws closer to try and take the edge off because at this point, I don’t think I’m going to give his subscribers much for their money.
He pauses when he’s right in front of me. “I’m going to get on my knees now, so have your phone ready.”
My phone. Right. That. How am I supposed to hold it steady through this? The lights pointed at us are keeping it warm enough to stop goose bumps racing over my skin, but when I have my phone ready and Curtis slowly sinks to his knees, I can’t help the shiver that races through me.
“Aww, baby, is this for me?” he asks before sneaking his tongue out and slowly dragging it over the bead of precum I’ve leaked.
My brain short-circuits.
How anyone can watch Curtis—Gunner—sucking a cock and not immediately blow is beyond me. No one will blame me if I can’t last long.
“I was saving it for you,” I tell him, and at least I’m so horny my voice doesn’t even sound like mine.
“You’re so good to me” is all he says before he swallows me all the way.
I almost drop my phone. I don’t know where to look. At him directly as he bobs up and down on my cock, at the monitor that shows him jerking off, or at my phone display, where his eyes are locked on the camera as those pretty lips slide up and down, revealing and hiding my shaft with every pass.
The noise I release is feral.
This is already too much.
He pulls back, tongue circling my tip before he releases me. “Easy there. We need to give the people a bit more of a show than this.”
“You are way too good at that.”
“I wasn’t sure I’d be able to deep-throat you with how thick you are, so I’ll admit I’m damn proud of myself too.”
The joking helps relax me. The tiniest amount. “I am never deleting this video from my phone.”
“We’ll have plenty more where this came from.” His smile makes my knees buckle. “Don’t forget to breathe.”
I see the moment he goes from Curtis back to Gunner as the humor leaves his eyes and I get the sex ones instead. His mouth returns to my tip, and he gives me a brief reprieve before his hand joins it.
He alternates between deep-throating me, jerking me off, teasing my sensitive head with his teeth, and rubbing my balls and that soft spot behind them. The way I’m holding out should deserve a goddamn reward because every time I glimpse my phone screen and that intense stare, I can barely take it.
“You taste so good,” he moans, rubbing my cock over his face.
The mix between his stubble and his soft skin has my cock so wonderfully confused, and when his eyes flutter closed, like he’s blissed-out, I leave a streak of precum over his skin.
It shines under the lights, and all I want is to come.
In his mouth, on his face, I don’t care.
I just need to do it.
He runs his tongue down my cock to suck my balls into his mouth. It’s so warm and wet, the suction is indescribable, and I get the feeling that if Curtis can manage it, he’ll tease me all fucking night.
No. Gunner. Not Curtis.
I’m with Gunner right now.
None of this is real.
But holy fuck, my orgasm will be.
I can’t play around anymore. I forget the cameras, I forget making it look good, and instead, I go off instinct. Off what I’d do if it was us in the room and I was this close.
I reach down and grip his short hair until he releases my balls, and I replace them with my dick.
“Suck it,” I tell him. “I need to come.”
His answering enthusiasm tells me the time for teasing is over.
I fuck his mouth, watching the monitor across from us as his hand works madly over his cock.
Knowing he’s hard over blowing me is the best high, and we’re going to figure out a way I can return this favor.
The thought of getting his dick in my mouth makes mine water, and my dick thickens with the thought of that smooth head sliding over my tongue.
I’m so close. Every lick and suck is driving me out of my mind, and my hips are out of my control. I’m thrusting like I can’t get enough, and that’s partially true, but also, I really want to end it. End this sweet high that’s as incredible as it is depressing.
Because no matter how this spot in my chest aches for him, none of this is real.
Our eyes meet through the camera again, and that’s enough to set me off.
I flood his mouth with a ball-throbbing intensity that has my toes curling against the floor. I’m not even totally sure when I stop coming, it takes my high so long to stop flooding through me.
Curtis is still jerking off when I toss my phone and pull him to his feet.
“It’s my turn.” My mouth claims his, tasting my cum on his tongue as my hand closes over his dick.
He melts against me, kissing me back so hard I might bruise, as I tighten my grip. I didn’t even see him grab the lube, but his dick is covered in it, and damn, it feels so good to be touching him. “I want to see you come,” I murmur against his lips.
“Anything for you, baby.”
And like that, I hate the word “baby.”
My hand moves faster, and he thrusts into the tight hold I have on him.
Judging by the way his breathing has sped up and his skin is hot against mine, he’s close.
Fuck, I wish I could take him in my mouth, but there’s a shitty voice reminding me that I’ll ruin the money shot. The thing people want to see.
I know from being on the other side of things how sexy that moment is.
So we’d better make it good for them.
I move behind him, turning him so his cock is facing the camera, and then I pin both his arms to his chest with one arm and wrap my hand back around his dick.
“There we go,” I say into his ear. “Show everyone how I make you feel. How I get you off. I want them all to see what sucking my cock does to you.”
“Oh, fuck.”
His cock thickens, body locking up next to mine, and he shoots so hard he almost hits the camera. I stroke him through it all, until his cum is running down between my fingers.
Then I push him back to his knees and hold my hand in front of his face.
“Lick.”
Curtis groans and does exactly that. His tongue slides over my skin and doesn’t stop until my hand is clean.
He’s still panting when he drops his head back against my stomach and looks up to meet my eyes. The connection feels so earth-shatteringly real.
“Thank you, baby,” he whispers. “You have no idea how much I needed that.”