Chapter 39
Dixie
Last time I’d used this room, it hadn’t been kitted out for work. That was different now, and under the blinking light of the camera, I drifted over to a wall of shelves and equipment, selecting music. ‘In My Bed’ by Rotimi.
Next, I picked out a black mask and a purple one. The kind that covered your upper face but still let you see. I returned to Tyler, out of sight of the camera’s range, its focus a side-on view of the bed.
Carefully, I drew my gaze over him. Checking his intent. He took the mask and set it in place, partially concealing his beautiful face. Then he kicked off his boots.
Heat swelled in my belly.
This. I needed this. Him and me, doing something together that I understood. All I knew for certain was that this path was the only one I could follow right now.
“Direct me,” he said low.
Yes.
I slid my own mask on and shook out my hair. Under my clothes, I had good underwear for once. Perfect for a performance.
Taking his hand, I led him to the bed and had him sit. The camera would track us. Zoom in and focus on whatever the viewers wanted.
“Lose the shirt.”
Tyler’s eyes darkened behind the mask, but he didn’t hesitate. Or rush either. He took his time, pulling the fabric up and over, and tossing it aside with only the briefest breaking of eye contact.
That warmth coiled tighter inside me.
I let my gaze travel over him again. Slower so I could appreciate his solid form. The inkwork I’d memorised.
“Good.” I traced down his arm, just a light touch to mask how badly I wanted to grab him. “You don’t move unless I tell you to.”
We shared a breath.
“Understood?”
His voice came low with that rough, controlled quality I loved. “Perfectly.”
I smiled again, satisfied.
Then I leaned in so my lips brushed the edge of his. “Let’s see how long you can manage that.”
I kissed his throat, then lower to his chest. At his waist, I undid his black jeans.
Tyler straightened from his lean on the bed to allow me to strip them.
If this had been planned, I’d have cues so viewers could tell me what they wanted.
Or I’d carry out a routine I’d advertised, following steps and narrating them.
But as far as I cared, it was just the two of us.
The rest of it only a framework to keep me in check.
It was working.
I sank to my heels and tugged the jeans from his feet. Socks next. Then I rose and pushed him to lie back. “Drape over the bed. Don’t you dare peek at me.”
He sprawled out in just his boxer shorts, the material tented already from the promise of what was to come. I tapped my chin then stretched up an arm. The other followed it, and I slipped my hoodie over my head, taking the slinky camisole I’d worn with it.
Coyly, I held them in front of my chest. “How does it feel to know I’m stripping and you can’t see?”
His dick bobbed.
I shimmered inside. “Someone’s eager to meet me.”
It did again, and Tyler made a frustrated sound.
“Impatient man. Close your eyes.”
He did, and I circled the bed to check, dropping my clothes as I went so I was in my bra and shiny leggings, heels clicking. Beside his head, I leaned over him, brushing his face with my breasts. Tyler groaned.
I kissed his sternum then pushed my fingers under the waistband of his shorts. “I need to see what I’m dealing with, boo. This all for me?”
He didn’t answer.
“Good boy.” I shoved down his shorts and exposed his hard length.
My mouth watered.
But we weren’t leaping to action. I peeled off my leggings, taking them down but stepping back into my heels.
Not much looked hotter to a guy than a tight body in heels and lingerie, and the set I’d put on earlier was hot as hell, lilac daisies on the scantiest lace, covering the important areas. But only just. Perfectly scandalous.
If I also looked good for the camera, I didn’t care. I needed Tyler to see.
I brushed my fingers into his hair, his head at the edge of the bed where I stood over him. “Open your eyes.”
His grey-eyed gaze was mine once more, his expression one of deep need as he stared up. I ran my touch down a bulky, rounded shoulder, warmed through by the need coming off him.
“Bet you want to put your hands on me. Do you want to kiss my belly?”
If he turned his head and rose a little, it was right there.
Tyler swallowed.
“Or bury your tongue under the flower on my bikini bottoms?”
His breathing stuttered.
I knelt on the bed, giving the camera a view of my ass, then angled to not obscure the view of landing my lips on his dick.
I kissed him there, stripping his shorts away altogether. He bucked and gave up a deep sound of pleasure.
“How hard would you drive into me if I let you?” I teased.
Another kiss on his shaft.
“Say it. I want to hear that you need it.”
His lips parted over a breath that was all need. “So badly.”
God, this felt good. I was back in my power, doing what I wanted with the only man I ever wanted to again. But the eyes on me, the camera view, that tipped it over to something else. Hot and urgent, as if the hundreds who could’ve tuned in needed us to fuck like nothing they’d ever wanted before.
Fresh heat rinsed me.
I took Tyler’s dick in my mouth and sucked. He fisted the sheets, not hiding his sounds of desire at how I tormented him. Building him up, slowing down when he panted.
He was so hard in my mouth, but I knew he wouldn’t come. No matter how long I kept this up. And I couldn’t ignore the pulse between my legs anymore. I needed him there.
I came off him. “What would you give to touch me?”
“Anything,” he growled.
“You have permission.”
Tyler lurched up from the bed, a beast released. He cupped my head and kissed me, furiously, feverish. God, his mouth. I loved his kiss.
He swung off the mattress to stand on the floor. “Kneel up.”
I liked him giving the orders. I fronted up to him at the edge of the bed.
He smiled, his vision hazy. “Widen those knees.”
I obeyed, my chest forward, my breathing shaky.
Tyler ran his teeth over his lower lip. “Did sucking my dick get you wet?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
But he didn’t go straight for the prize. My boy held my waist and kissed me again, then travelled his hot mouth all over my skin. My throat. My shoulder. My breasts, though he didn’t move my bra. It was a love-in. A worship with soft touches and praise given so quietly it could only be for me.
Emotion bubbled under the desire. Happiness that he was mine. Heartbreak that I was too messed up to be normal for him.
At last, he ducked, his hands either side of my knees, and kissed the daisy on my bikini bottoms. I made a breathy sound of need, and Tyler linked his gaze to mine. He asked a question without words. Was I sure? Of course I was.
We both moaned when he pushed his tongue under. He licked my clit, and I dropped my head back, my chest heaving. Tyler dipped into the wetness he’d created.
“Soaked for me.”
“Only you.”
His hands glided over my legs to take hold of my hips. “Arch back, doll.”
I gave him what he wanted, resting on my hands so he could get tongue-deep in my pussy with the perfect view for anyone watching. Tyler wasted no time, licking and sucking on me until I shook. The building heat. The need that drew tight inside me, an explosion waiting to happen.
I gasped for air and warned, “You’re going to make me come.”
His answer was a cocky promise. “First of many.”
Then he winked, sucked my clit, and I fell, breaking into pieces at the easy, beautiful orgasm he’d gifted me. Pleasure flowed through my veins, perfect glimmering satisfaction rolling through me. All from his clever mouth.
Tyler drew back and watched my expression, a small, satisfied smile on his. “Count it.”
“One.”
He waited, and I realised he needed further instruction for what to do next. I knew what I wanted. “Lie out.”
He boosted back onto the bed, his dick standing tall. It leaked precum.
If the viewers had a say, I knew what they’d beg for. His hand gripping my hair. Him railing me from behind.
I settled over his lap. Then I kissed him. My turn to get us lost on lips and tongue.
There was one thing sex performances never lingered on.
Kissing was a no-no. Too intimate for the sport that was fucking for money.
Too little action for paying customers who couldn’t feel the connection and couldn’t care.
But I loved it. Nothing felt as good as his answer to my opening peck.
Tyler cupped my head and returned the kiss.
He tasted of me. He tasted of himself, that same perfectly addictive element that calmed and enthralled me. He tasted of home.
For long minutes, we lost ourselves on drugging, open-mouthed kisses. My whole body tuned to his, his hard length under me, his hands caressing my so-sensitive skin.
“I need you,” I whispered.
Tyler shivered but nodded.
With a simple action not primed for viewers, he moved my underwear aside and thrust into me.
We both keened out.
I loved the stretch and the way he filled me. How it took a minute to adjust to his size. He was a patient man, working me gently with a hand to my lower back until I took all of him, then he was there, thick inside me. Owning me from the inside out.
“I can’t… I need…” he said.
“I know.”
I moved my hips, taking over the action between us. I drew him in and out, desire waking, though he’d only just made me come. Tyler let me own the intimate moment, then held my hip and rolled us so he was on top. I laughed in surprise, then moaned into a hot kiss.
He kept his mouth on mine, his hips working. His fingers slid into my underwear and teased my clit.
I was so gone for this man. Everything he did felt good, but when he put purpose behind it, I was lost. A second orgasm crested and washed over me, the waves of pleasure dizzying and all the better for him being hard inside me.
Tyler smirked against my lips. “Count it.”
“Two,” I breathed.
He was far from done. With his thick dick spearing into me, he lifted my knee to my body and brought me to the edge and over again, then another time with just grinding into me, his fingers to my clit. I cried out with the closeness, the pleasure and intensity. How much I loved him.
My eyes popped open.
I did. Love him. It wasn’t just strange feelings of obsession, but more. Everything.
Tyler shook and banded his arms around me, breathing to calm himself. At each orgasm, with my internal walls squeezing him, he’d stilled to keep his control. Jaw tight. Eyes closed.
I didn’t want that. I wanted him as gone as me.
Twisting my legs, I turned us so I was on top once more. Then I ducked to speak in his ear, my hips working him.
“I need you to hear me.”
His eyes opened. He nodded a small degree, the need in his expression tight and real.
“You’ve been there more for me than any other person in my life, ever.”
“Because I made that happen.”
I shook my head. “No. You blame yourself for forcing me to be with you, but baby, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Tyler growled out, “Fuck.” A strained and elongated sound I felt all through me.
I kept going. Kept fucking him slowly, never feeling him so hard as he was right now. “You think you’re bad for me, but you’re not. You’re the one thing I want. The only person I ever needed.”
Tyler’s hand came up. He held my face, his words pleading. “I’m the last thing you need.”
I stared. At his clenched jaw. At the mercy in his eyes.
Whatever he was about to say would hurt.
“I’ll find a way to let you go.”
His words were rough. He didn’t believe a word of it.
Something cracked around my heart. A protective layer that was supposed to keep me safe. Yet he’d gotten inside. His care. His devotion. No way was I letting him wallow in the nonsense of not thinking I felt the same.
“No. I won’t allow it. You’re mine.”
He bucked into me, losing his control.
I kept going. I couldn’t keep the words in. Too late to stop.
“I love you.”
With a broken cry, Tyler came. No gentle, delicious orgasm like he’d gifted me, but hard and with such passion that the sensation brought me right back to the same cliff face and over.
I splintered apart for the fifth or sixth time but didn’t miss a second of his pleasure. How tight he held me, the wetness inside from his cum.
We’d never used protection, and I never wanted to with him. I wanted this, always.
“I love you,” I whispered again.
Tyler clutched me so there wasn’t an inch of space. He shook. I held him.
If the camera kept rolling, let it watch. I wasn’t performing anymore. I’d shown the only person who mattered how I’d chosen.