Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Theo
“Fuck,” I groan as my face scrunches.
I weave my hand into Lucy’s long blonde hair, trying to guide her so she doesn’t scrape her teeth against my cock. . . again. A low grumble leaves my lips, and it’s not because I’m enjoying myself. She’s usually good at this, so why is she switching up her technique all of a sudden?
She puckers her lips around the tip of my cock as she looks up at me with her light caramel eyes. A sight like this would have an average guy coming instantly.
Instead, I throw my head back to avoid her gaze.
“You like that, baby?” She hums while kissing the side of my length and stroking it from the base to the tip.
“Mhm,” I grunt before looking toward the camera, ensuring it’s still recording. “I’m definitely about to come,” I say, but it’s a lie.
Forcing my eyes shut, I attempt to focus on the lingering pleasure. I imagine how it would feel if I were deep in her pussy, her cries as I fucked her senseless. But nothing. Instead, the vein in my forehead throbs, and I sigh in frustration as she begins to work her lips over my dwindling erection.
“Fuck me, I’m gonna come.”
She pulls back and strokes me again.
I’ve never done this before, so I have to think quick on my feet. “Turn around and arch that back. I want to come on your ass.”
With an eager smile, she flips around and lifts her ass in the air. I run my hand over my cock, hoping I don’t have to do this, but the sensation dies and my length softens. I reach for my bottle of unscented lotion and cover the sound of popping the lid by moaning.
“That’s it. Fuck , I’m coming.” With a series of groans, I squeeze the lotion bottle, which splatters along the small of her back.
She wiggles her ass, and before she can turn around, I toss the bottle behind me and pretend to finish myself off.
“How does it look?” she asks, peering back at me.
I grab the camera and act like I’m zooming in. “So fucking hot, baby.”
With a click of a button, I delete the footage. I’ll tell her there was a technical difficulty; if anything, we’ll try again later. I grab a towel and clean her off before she can get a proper look.
With my help, she stands upright and places a small kiss on my cheek. “How was that, darling?”
“It was good,” I say as I walk toward the en suite bathroom .
“Just good?” she calls out.
Looking at my reflection, I run my fingers through my curly hair and force myself to respond. “It was good,” I call back before spinning around to turn the shower on.
“I wanted to try something new.”
“Yeah? Where did you learn that tactic?” I ask while stepping under the hot water falling from the showerheads on the ceiling.
“That other guy I’m working with.”
I roll my eyes before soaking my hair. I have no qualms with Walker; I just didn’t know he was into teeth.
“I think I prefer it the other way.” I raise my voice so she can hear me. “If that’s all right.”
“Of course it is! Anything for you.” Her tone is flirtatious, and I stifle a sigh.
“Same time next week?” I ask.
“Sounds good. See you then!”
I haven’t been working with Lucy for long, but we’ve been doing more shoots lately because the other girl I normally work with decided to take a break and return to school.
There are a lot of ways to go about this career, but because of the chance of STIs and STDs, Wren suggested I work with a select few, so I tend to have a rotation of regular filming partners. We get tested before and after a shoot, most of the women I work with are on birth control, and I use condoms for extra precaution.
After freshening up, I dry my hair and wipe the mirror to clear the steam. Staring into my dark brown eyes, I ruffle my hair and blow a puff of air through my lips. My skin is naturally tan even though I don’t spend a lot of time in the sun unless I walk to the gym.
I flex my pecs and biceps and am impressed with my reflection. I didn’t care about my appearance until I started making videos, but over the years, I’ve been slacking off on working out. Instead of going every day, I changed it to three days out of the week. I’m shocked I’m able to maintain the muscle mass.
Before I grow vain, I stroll back into my room and put on a simple gray tee and black joggers. Exhaustion sweeps over me, so I plop onto my bed and stare up at the white ceiling. Silence surrounds me, and I sigh. I often wonder what my life would be like if I’d finished college and never signed up to post videos on Just the Cam. If I’d completed my degree in Physics, would I be a teacher working nine to five? Would my thoughts be consumed with lesson plans? Would I have a wife? Would it be this quiet?
“Theo!”
With a smile, I chuckle as I sit up. No, it certainly wouldn’t be quiet. Silence is fleeting with Wren in my life.
“I swear, if you gave me the wrong time and I walk in on something, I’m going to strangle you.” Wren threatens me from the living room.
“Walk in here and find out!” I shout.
“You and I both know I have enough trauma to last me this lifetime and the next.”
“Are you saying you don’t trust me?”
The door opens, and I stifle my laugh when I catch her with her eyes closed.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“After all these years,” I sigh in playful disappointment.
One of her eyes opens, and once she’s convinced it’s safe, she looks at me. “Don’t ‘after all these years’ me.”
“After all these years.” I joke with an old man’s voice.
“After all these years, I’ve learned to take your ‘I’m decent’ with a grain of salt.” She arches her brow at me.
“Oh, come on. It happened once, and I’m sure you’ve seen a guy in nothing but his boxers before.” I meet her expression but laugh when she presses her lips together again.
“Would you want to see me in nothing but my bra and panties?” she fires back.
I look her up and down and smirk. “Honestly?”
“Shut up, Torres.” She points at me, and her cheeks turn red.
“What? You asked!”
“I can’t hear you!” She spins on her heel and walks back into the living room.
I chase after her and call, “It’s only fair, you’ve seen me. I want to see you!”
“In your dreams!”
“Is that a promise?”
“Oh my god!” she groans, but I can hear the hint of a giggle in her tone.
I laugh loudly in response as she opens the fridge and she sprays a mouthful of whipped cream into her mouth. Her hazel eyes meet mine, and I sputter out a small chuckle.
“Don’t you even?—”
“Your last boyfriend was a lucky man,” I say suggestively.
“Theodore!” She runs toward me, and I book it toward the plush white couch. “Why are you such a perv!?”
“I can’t help it,” I chuckle while leaping over the cushions to escape her wrath.
She jumps on the couch and plants her foot against the back, aiming to launch herself at me.
“Why are you running?”
“Why are you pointing the whipped cream nozzle at me?”
“I’m not pointing it at you.”
“No?”
She shakes her head and gives me a saccharine smile. “I’m being good. You’re the one running and causing trouble.”
“I only ran because you ran toward me.”
“Do I scare you?” she asks with a lifted brow.
“You terrify me, woman.”
She cackles. “Younger me would be so proud.” She inches toward me, preparing to charge again.
“Don’t move, Wren.” I attempt to threaten her, but it’s weak, at best. “I just got out of the shower.”
“Oh, well, if that’s the case.” She drops her stance, and my muscles relax.
Giving me no time to react, she jumps forward and clings to my back, pressing the nozzle to my cheek. Compressed air hits my skin, and she leans against my ear before whispering, “Gotcha.”
Turning my head, she smacks her lips against my face with an obnoxious “Muah.”
I know she doesn’t mean it in the way my mind wants to perceive, but damn, my heart stutters.
Wren Jacob has always had a piece of my heart, and most days, it’s easy to dismiss my feelings toward her. But moments like this? I can’t help but let my gaze linger over her, picturing what it might be like to be more than friends.