Chapter 28 #2
“Fuck,” I grunted, hitting the Pay Now button.
Peaches: I’m sorry I worried you, , but I’m back now. Let me make it up to you?
Before I could respond, an option box popped up with a dollar figure under each choice.
I swallowed hard, tugging my shorts down and freeing my cock before I even finished reading my choices.
She had new content and was offering it in private message instead of her main page?
That meant something, right? It was just for me, not for everyone else.
As much as I loved her ass--play content—-her name was Peaches for a damn good reason—-I really needed to see her face right now. Or as much of her face as she ever showed in content, anyway. I needed to make sure it was actually her and not an imposter taking over her account.
I tapped the button for Blow--job and watched four figures deduct from my credit card as the video downloaded far too slowly onto my phone.
My breath caught in my chest and my heart clenched at that first still frame, obscured by the play button. It was her. It was actually her…my Peaches.
The still frame had her from the man’s point of view, with her long, ice--blond hair tangled up around his fist and her cherry--red lips parted wide as she waited for his cock. My cock.
As always, half her face—-her identity—-was hidden with a thick black blindfold, covering everything from the tip of her nose to her hairline, leaving just her sexy mouth on display, but I knew those lips like the back of my own hand.
It was weird. It didn’t feel like it’d been six months since I’d seen those lips, but that was likely due to how many videos I had saved on my phone and how many times I’d watched them.
My phone screen was too small. I didn’t want to one--hand this experience when I’d waited so freaking long.
So I forced my aching dick to wait a minute while I connected my phone to the flat screen TV and brought up her video in what had to be close to life--size ratio—-my favorite way to view POV Peaches content.
It allowed me to immerse myself in the illusion and imagine that was my dick she was worshipping.
I shut out the world, grabbing a squirt of lube from my bedside drawer and wrapping my slick hand around my cock as I pressed play.
The asshole that filmed always held his camera in his left hand, using his right in her hair, on her chin, her throat.
So it meant I had to jerk myself off left--handed so I was perfectly matching the POV and imagining it was my right hand tangled in her platinum locks.
On the big screen, her mouth opened wide, her tongue extended to lick the tip, and I groaned. It’d been too long since I’d seen her; I was going to blow like a fucking virgin.
Gritting my teeth, I did everything in my power to hold back my climax to match the video suck for stroke, losing myself in the fantasy so thoroughly that I didn’t hear the knock on the door.
Nor did I notice when that same door opened and the most infuriating member of the team walked in to catch me mid--wank.
Noah gasped, breaking my daze, and for a dizzying moment his face seemed to bleed together with the blindfolded goddess on the flat screen right as I started to come.
“Noah, what the fuck?” I groaned as my dick jerked, thick streams of cum splattering my tanned abs as my whole body tensed and released in the best possible way. “Don’t you fucking knock?”
“I did!” he replied in a strangled, high--pitched voice.
He was staring, I could feel it, but when I forced my heavy eyelids to open I found him staring at the TV screen instead.
Peaches had just copped a load to her face, splattering all over her lips, cheeks, chin, and part of her blindfold. Gorgeous.
I wasn’t ashamed of getting caught jerking off, but it felt kind of weird, considering Noah’s attitude about Peaches in the past. Not to mention the fact that this was his bed just a day ago, so I quickly tugged my shorts up, ignoring the mess on my stomach, and hit pause on the video.
“What do you want?” I snapped, frustrated that he’d interrupted a deeply personal moment between me and my girl.
Noah seemed unable to tear his eyes from the paused screen, his complexion paler than a sheet. “Is that…?” He trailed off like he couldn’t physically get the question out, and irritation swelled within me at his naivety.
“Yes, it’s porn. What’s your fucking deal, Little Dude?
Never seen adult content before? No wonder you’re always so tightly strung.
You just need to rub one out every now and then.
” I huffed, slightly embarrassed for some reason.
Why, though? It was totally normal for dudes—-and chicks, I guess—-to masturbate over porn.
Who the fuck was Noah to make me feel ashamed of paid content?
And yet, he looked like he’d seen a ghost. Was Peaches his ex or something? Fuck. Was that Noah’s dick in all her content? That idea made me irrationally angry, and I needed to clench my teeth to keep from tossing the accusation out.
Not that it mattered—-he was gone a moment later, the door slamming behind him, and I collapsed back onto my bed with a groan. Why the hell was he so fucking fragile? Little Dude needed to harden the fuck up if he was going to survive our team.
With a sigh, I used my T--shirt to clean myself up, then tossed it aside before opening my message thread with Peaches.
StoneHardCock69: I loved it. You’re so gorgeous, babe. Can I have another?
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I paid so quickly my thumb left a streak of lube on my screen.
Peaches: You’re too sweet. I love that about you. Here’s some more content I saved just for you but they’ll cost you…
More options, and there was no need to think about it as I pressed the most expensive one—-double anal penetration.
Because sometimes, even though I was pretty sure I didn’t like dudes in a sexual context at all, I thought about what it’d be like to fuck a girl like Peaches with one of my team.
Now, weirdly, I was thinking about whether one of those dicks actually belonged to Noah.
It was an odd kind of turn--on that I’d never admit to anyone.