Chapter 9 #2
“Shit,” Hunter hisses. “I’m sorry, Skylar. Are you safe? Does he know what you were up to?”
“He has no idea. And yes, I’m safe.” An image of an angry Jericho springs to mind the instant those words leave my lips. Am I safe?
Do I want to be?
The moment I end the call, I can’t help but pull up my hidden camera feed on my phone.
I’m definitely not in the mood to fuck Monty, and the curiosity is too much to ignore.
I need to know what my big brute is up to.
I need to see him. Since I’m not on my laptop, it takes me a moment to scan through all the cameras until I find him.
I suck in a sharp breath. He’s lying on his bed, thick cock in hand. I sit up straight, zooming in. I was just starting to think the man was a saint. Either that or he only jerks off in the shower where I can’t see.
Something colorful catches my eye. I zoom in as far as my camera will let me. My lips part in awe. It’s my silk scarf. He has my pretty silk wrapped around his cock. He’s pumping in slow, lazy motions that seem to be more teasing than anything. My silk caresses his skin.
And just like that, I’m hard. Harder than I’ve ever been on set before.
A tempting, wicked idea comes to mind, and before I can change my mind, I’m storming out of the room and back toward set. I tell Monty and the cameramen the plan. As an independent content creator, I have complete control over my videos, so there’s no director to disagree with.
The more I describe my vision, the more Monty’s eyes widen with shock. The video really isn’t anything crazy, or really anything new. Yet, its deviation from my Skylar King brand is what can make it really fucking hot.
I tug my phone out of my pocket and tap on my camera app. Monty slides into place next to me as soon as I hit record. “Hey guys, Skylar here. I’m on set with Monty Stylez, and we have something a little different planned for you tonight. I can’t go into much detail, but—”
“Trust me, guys,” Monty says, blinking innocently at the camera. “You don’t want to miss this. So many of you have asked for Skylar to show off his tight little—”
“Enough, brat,” I growl, sticking to our impromptu script.
“No spoilers. If you want to see what I get up to while my fuck buddy isn’t home, then make sure you subscribe to my account.
The video is dropping at nine PM Eastern Time.
” Monty and I both wave at the camera before I end the video and send it to all my social media accounts.
A giddy little rush zips through me, wondering if Jericho will see it.
I make my way back onto the set, still hard as steel, thinking about my brute touching himself with my silk scarf.
Damn, that was so sexy. The cameras start rolling, and Juan films me walking through the fake house we have set up.
In a lot of my videos, Monty and I pretend to be a couple or sometimes just fuck buddies.
I saunter down the hall, stripping as I go.
By the time I make it to the bedroom, I unbutton my pants and push the door open.
I palm my hard cock through the material.
“Monty, are you here, babe?” I ask, pretending to look for my missing lover. Of course, he isn’t here. He’s behind me on standby, waiting for his cue. When it’s obvious Monty is nowhere in sight, I curse a few times, letting the cameraman zoom in on me and my very hard predicament.
Pulling the phone out again, I fake-call Monty. “Babe. Where are you? I’m already at your place.”
I pretend to listen to Monty’s excuses. I turn around slowly, letting the camera see how disappointed I am that I’m not about to fuck my favorite little hole.
Several feet away, just out of the cameraman’s range, Monty silently giggles and sticks his tongue out at me.
He’s really a good sport for going along with this.
“Fine,” I sigh heavily. “If you get bored at the club, I’ll be at your place.
I’m too tired to hop on the subway.” I end the call and toss the phone onto the pillow.
Juan walks around me to get a better angle as I crawl seductively onto the bed.
I almost laugh out loud. Who the hell gets into bed like this?
Whatever, I always know all the best shots to drive the view count up.
Once I’m settled on the bed, I begin stroking myself as if I’m going to have a solo sesh right here.
I work myself up while playing it up for the camera.
Closing my eyes, I think about Jericho and the way he tied me to his bed.
The way I got hard for him. Just the thought of him brings me to the edge.
I moan out loud, using my free hand to run along my abs before playing with my nipples.
Fuck, they are so sensitive under my touch.
I tug one bud at a time while stroking myself.
Then, I pretend to get frustrated, like this isn’t working, despite all the precum dripping from my tip.
I lean across the bed and open Monty’s nightstand.
“Please tell me you have some extra lube in here, Monty,” I murmur out loud for the mic.
The small bottle of lube is there, but I let the camera zoom in on the other thing I found in Monty’s drawer.
A dildo. I’ve never been fucked on set before.
That includes both flesh and silicone, and my fans know it.
For all the public knows, I’ve never had anything up there.
I glance around, biting my bottom lip and pretending to have some strange and guilty curiosity.
I slam the drawer shut, laughing. “No,” I say to myself.
“I’m just bored and horny without Monty here.
Stop thinking crazy thoughts. Stop thinking about him.
” I emphasize the last word. Slowly, I begin to touch myself again, moving my free hand down to tug on my balls.
Every once in a while, I let my middle finger ‘accidentally’ slip against my hole, and I make sure to moan or whimper anytime it happens.
I pretend to be frustrated again and stop all movement.
“Fuck it,” I say. “No one will know.” Juan follows the motion of my arm reaching for the drawer.
Pulling out Monty’s dildo, I place it on the bed next to me, then lube up my fingers.
I stretch myself open, preparing my body to take something bigger.
Once I’m ready, I wipe my hands on the sheets, pick up my phone, and hit call.
My free hand returns to my cock, stroking slowly, the way Jericho did with my scarf. Did he get off already? “Hmm.” I hum to myself as the phone rings. I bet I can make him hard again.
The phone clicks, and there’s silence on the other end. He answered. I smirk. My sexy brute must be in shock. He’s probably been going absolutely crazy trying to figure out where I am, only to just now find out I programmed my number into his phone while he slept.
Jericho doesn’t say anything, and neither do I. It’s just harsh, quiet breaths shared between two killers.
One-handed, I pick up the lube, pop the cap, and dribble a few drops on the tip of the silicone. Then, I take the toy and tease it against my hole. I don’t even have to fake my loud moan, knowing Jericho is on the other end.
Jericho growls. Honest to god, growls. The sound brings me back to the moment he had me tied to his bed, his heavy body pressing me against the mattress. “What the fuck are you doing, minx?”
I know the mic can’t pick up his words over the phone, and I’m grateful for that. His words are just for me. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
There’s a long pause at his end. “In what context?” he asks, voice rough like gravel.
“I’m curious: if you kept me tied up to your bed longer, what would you have done to me?
” I stop stroking for a moment, pick up the dildo, and trace it against my hole.
Pushing slightly, but not penetrating. It might be awkward to hold my phone pressed between my cheek and shoulder, but it gives me access to both of my hands.
“Fucking minx,” he whispers. “What game are you playing?”
Juan leans in. Oh, shit, I almost forgot I wasn’t alone. I tilt my head toward the camera.
“Skylar,” Juan whispers. “Can you lift your hips a bit?”
“Wait, who was that? How private is this call?” Jericho snaps, suddenly sounding alert. Hmm. Interesting. Is he jealous?
“Why?” I purr into the phone. “Is there something you want to tell me, brute?” There’s a click on the other side of the bedroom, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Monty walk in.
Just as planned, he pauses in the doorway, freezing when he sees me teasing myself with the sex toy.
He gasps dramatically, murmuring my name in shock, but I pretend I don’t hear.
Another growl from Jericho. “Answer the fucking question. Who’s there with you?”
“Fuck, have I ever told you how sexy it is when you growl?” Silence. No answer. “I’m on set. They’re filming me right now.”
There’s a sharp inhale on the other line. “Fucking hell, and you called me, of all people?” he whispers, almost as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud. I’m about to tease him some more when he speaks again.
“Didn’t you get my message?”
“What message?”
“Check your social media,” I reply. It only takes a moment before I hear my voice followed by Monty’s as he plays the video.
“You’re my inspiration for this shoot, you know.
It’s why I called you.” I know Juan will edit out some of my words, so I’m not worried about speaking freely.
Or at least as freely as I can without mentioning my dangerous little hobby.
“You know it’s illegal to record a phone call without my consent.”
And yet, he hasn’t ended the call. I bite back a smile, still stroking myself.
I tsk. “Not in our state. One-party consent, and I consent all day. Plus,” I chuckle. “You know now. But feel free to hang up. You don’t have to hear what I’m doing to myself while thinking of you.”