Chapter 24
TWENTY-FOUR
LEXI
Am I dreaming?
This has got to be a dream, because there’s no way I’m masturbating on live stream for one hundred and thirty-seven men while my brother’s best friend coaches me from the end of the bed.
Right?
Because that would be insane.
I have so many questions I don’t even know where to start.
How did he not freak out when he walked into the room and found me like this?
Why is he letting me play this out?
How does he look so calm sitting with his elbows on his knees, watching every move I make?
Did he know that I have a Fan Faves profile before he walked in here?
And if he did, how long has he known?
Like I said, I have no fucking clue where to begin unwinding the web of questions that plague my mind.
“Put the settings up a couple of levels,” Colten says evenly.
I swallow and comply with his order, immediately greeted by a stream of comments and emojis.
“Slide your panties to the side. I want to see your pretty pussy.”
Fuck, his mouth.
I’ll admit, Colten never struck me as the kind of guy who could talk dirty, but if this brief introduction is anything to go by, I’m going to be pleasantly surprised if this match works out.
My movements falter at the thought, because it’s the first time I’ve allowed myself to consider that possibility.
“You okay, Wildcat?” A hint of worry infiltrates his otherwise calm voice, and I force a steadying breath into my lungs.
I do as he asked, slowly sliding the lace to the side and giving him a front-row seat to just how much he’s affecting me.
LAGuy: Fuck, she’s even wetter than usual.
LoverNotAFighter: What I would do to plunge into that tight cunt.
YourMan64: Now that’s a pussy that can take a hard fuck.
“Is that true, Wildcat? Can you take it hard and fast? Or do you prefer slow and sensual?”
I shake my head slowly. He had it right the first time.
In the moments of weakness where I’ve allowed myself to imagine how he would fuck me, it’s always frantic and rough. Like if we don’t take the moment while we have it, we might lose it altogether.
I always thought that if anything ever happened between us, it would be a one-time-mistake kind of situation.
Not on my end, but on his.
But between this and the things my mother said when she was here, I’m starting to think Colten has wanted this for longer than I initially thought.
“I should have known.” He chuckles softly. “You’re perfect in every way. Of course you’d want to be fucked the same way I want to fuck you.”
The moan that tumbles from me isn’t the kind I practiced when I first started my account. No, it’s raw and real, and Colten’s eyes flash with renewed heat as he holds my gaze.
“Move the toy to your entrance and hold it there. Tease your needy hole and drive them wild all at once.”
The toy notches in place, the soft vibrations making me clench against it. He’s right. I am needy. I’m desperate. I’ve never craved an orgasm like I do this one.
DanTheSnack: Such a slut.
LAGuy: Do it, baby. Fuck yourself.
YourMan64: Your pussy is trying to suck the toy inside.
I whine, the sound escaping of its own accord.
“You need it, don’t you, Lex? You need to be fucked? You need the toy to take away the ache?”
I nod, shifting my hips without conscious thought.
“Go on then. Slide the toy inside your perfect paradise. I want to see you stretch around it the way you’re going to stretch around my cock.”
Jesus, take the goddamn wheel.
How is it fair for him to look the way he does while also having such a filthy mouth?
I drag a ragged breath into my lungs and slowly press the toy forward, seating it against the place inside me that makes me gush.
The comments come in too fast for me to read them, and honestly, the fog of pleasure is too thick for me to process anything other than how badly I need to come.
Gifts appear every few seconds, but I’m too far gone to acknowledge them.
I move my gaze to Colten, who has his phone propped up on the arm of the couch while his other hand pumps his cock lazily.
His very large, very hard cock.
Jesus.
Is that thing even real? It looks like one of the dildos my subscribers go nuts for.
When I finally drag my eyes off his length, I’m met by a cocky smirk.
“You like what you see, Wildcat? You thinking about how good it’ll feel when it’s me inside you instead of a vibrator? Because that’s exactly what I’m thinking about. I’ll be lucky if I don’t embarrass myself by coming before I can even get halfway inside you.”
I bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from answering him.
This is the single hottest experience of my life, which is saying something considering what I do for a living, but as much as I’m loving every second, I’m also fucking desperate for him. His words have me so close to the edge I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to stop myself from coming.
LoverNotAFighter: Look at how wet you are.
LAGuy: Fuck yourself hard.
YourMan64: I want to see you ride it. Get on your hands and knees and grind that pussy on it.
As much as I would love to do just that, I don’t have the setup I need to make it happen, including the necessary toys needed.
“Not today. But maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll set that up for next week.”
I flick a look at Colten, and he gives me a nod, as if he’s completely on board with that plan.
Which would mean this isn’t a one-time thing.
I’ll just go ahead and add that to the million and one questions I have for when we get off this live.
“Go ahead, Wildcat. Turn the vibrator up and fuck yourself with it. Let me see how hard you want me to fuck you.”
I shift against the mattress, getting myself in a slightly better position to do as he’s told me. I flick the settings up a couple of notches before dragging the toy out and plunging it back inside myself again.
Over and over again, my speed increases with each thrust while my hips rise of their own accord, desperate for the release that’s so close, and yet it’s not mine to take.
It’s Colton’s.
“Jesus Christ, Wildcat. You’re so fucking pretty, your body flushed with need, your pussy taking everything you’re giving her, your moans and whines. You’re everything.”
I press my eyes closed, forcing my release down even as his words drag me closer to it.
How am I supposed to deny myself when his mouth is so filthy?
I’m starting to think I could probably come from his words alone.
A thought niggles at the back of my mind.
Where did CJP go? He hasn’t said anything that I’ve seen since Colten came into the room. Or maybe I’m just too distracted now that I have a different kind of audience.
I swallow down the guilt that thought brings with it.
He’s a stranger on the internet. I owe him nothing.
Colten is apparently my perfect match. This is where I should be, not lusting after someone that I’ve never met, that I’ve never even seen a photo of.
LoverNotAFighter: Come for us, baby.
LAGuy: My cock is chafing I’ve been pumping it so long.
DanTheSnack: If I wait another moment to come, I’m pretty sure my balls are going to explode.
“You ready to come, Wildcat?” Colten’s voice pulls my attention to where he’s stroking his cock in rough pumps. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple, the evidence of his own restraint plain for me to see.
I nod, because even if I could speak right now, I’m pretty sure it would be nothing but nonsensical begging.
“Come.”
Every muscle in my body seizes at the single word, and a moment later I’m falling over the edge into an orgasm that steals the breath from my lungs.
I try to keep my movements steady, to drag out every ounce of release I can, but it’s useless.
Tears roll down my cheeks at the intensity, but I never tear my eyes away from Colten.
His face scrunches, and I watch with keen interest as his own release reaches its peak, thick streams of cum shooting onto the sheets at the end of the bed despite the couch being feet away.
Jesus.
An image of me on my knees, his cum covering my face and tits, flickers through my mind, and a fresh wave of my release rolls through me. All too soon, my pussy becomes too sensitive, and I carefully extract the vibrator, dropping it to the mattress beside me.
“That was fun,” I say shakily. “I’ll chat with you all soon.”
I end the live quickly and drop back against the soft sheets, exhaustion dragging me down. I’m boneless and floaty in the best kind of way, something that rarely happens after I’ve done a live stream, but then, I don’t normally have Colten sitting there calling the shots.
I jolt when a warm cloth moves between my thighs, my eyes shooting open to meet Colten’s.
“What the hell are you doing?” I snap.
He tilts his head to the side with a smirk. “Don’t get all prickly on me now, Wildcat. Just let me take care of you.”