Lights, Camera, Cucumber
LIGHTS, CAMERA, CUCUMBER
I can’t believe I have to do this while he’s here. In the next room, no less.
My teeth grind together as I set up my laptop with shaking hands. I should have skipped camming today. But I promised my regulars a live session, and with my stepfather, Isaac, out of town for the afternoon, it would be stupid to pass up the money. And I need the money, now more than ever. With his son, Roman, suddenly back in our lives, I can’t help but feel the desperate need to escape, sliding under my skin.
He got to leave Divinity. Why can’t I?
Memories of Roman disappearing in the middle of the night all those years ago flood me like a tidal wave. My heart aches, but more than that, I’m angry. Angry at Isaac for keeping me here, at Mama for dying before I could say goodbye. But mostly, I’m livid at Ro for leaving me alone when he’s the only person who makes me feel… alive .
A flash of him barging in on my camming session last week suddenly consumes me. The sight of him stroking his perfect, thick cock while I fucked myself on camera for my fans. The feeling of his hand gripping my jaw as he silently came all over my face. Knowing that no one was aware of what was happening off camera made it that much hotter.
Against my will, my thighs slam together, and the crotchless pink silk teddy I’m wearing glides across my throbbing clit. I barely stifle a moan. How is it he can have this effect on me after being gone for so long? One heated look, one rough demand from his deep voice, one familiar touch, and I melt.
It’s bullshit.
I glare at the walls separating us, imagining him in his room brooding, likely burning something, and determination fills me.
Before I can overthink it, I rush through my setup and do a final check of my appearance. My lips curve up in a smile as I adjust my curly, golden blonde hair. There’s no point in makeup since I always keep my camera angled neck down.
I may need to get out of Divinity Falls like I need to breathe, but the money isn’t worth risking my anonymity. I cringe, imagining the way my Preacher stepfather would react if he ever found out. We may be a mess of emotions, and recently, things between us have changed— grown —but I know he’d never forgive me for doing this. In fact, I’m pretty sure he’d kill me.
Sighing, I drop to my knees and get into position, making sure all my toys are within reach. With a deep breath, I turn off the part of myself that cares what others think and turn on the Eve I wish I could be all the time.
The brave me.
The free me.
And then, I’m live.
It takes no time for wave after wave of requests and tips to flood my screen. I smile even though no one can see it, silently rejoicing in the addicting sound of my eventual freedom pinging through my empty room.
urstruly69
you’re back!
“I’m back.” I laugh, my eyes quickly scanning the other messages filling the screen. “Hey, JuJubeans. You haven’t been here in a while.”
I take a few minutes to say hi to long time viewers and greet the new ones before starting in on their requests. With a deep breath, I scroll up to the tips and find the first one I’m comfortable with.
I slide back onto my ass, planting my feet on the floor, and spreading my legs apart for the camera. More messages and tips flood in as I reach for a vibrator just off screen.
Turning it on, I let the gentle vibrations tease along my body as I continue reading the messages. Everyone’s eager to see what I’ll do. They’re excited to hear me come, to maybe have a repeat of whatever the fuck happened last week.
And if I’m being totally honest, a part of me is too. Will he come back? Or will he stay in his room, pretending like I’m not in here fucking myself while thinking of him?
Jesus, Eve. Don’t think about Roman, I mentally scold.
I let myself fall back into the role, running the hot pink vibrator over my breasts, ignoring the way my nipples harden at the thought of my stepbrother ruthlessly fucking my mouth.
urstruly69
take it off
I chuckle quietly, shaking my head. “Can’t do that, baby. Not yet.”
Almost immediately, tips pour in, everyone begging me to show more skin. That’s how it goes here, though. Money pays. You just have to be willing to earn it.
Swallowing hard, I tug the straps of my teddy down one at a time, letting them fall off my shoulders. One nipple teases along the edge of the silk, and I feign a coyness I’ve long since forgotten.
“Wanna see?” I taunt breathily. “What should I do now?”
Something bangs in the room next door, and I jump, barely stifling a shocked squeak. I listen for every little sound that echoes through the house. What’s he doing? When nothing else happens, I shake my head, turning back to my live.
Licking my lips, I drag the toy down my body, spreading my thighs wider to show off the crotchless outfit.
Ping. Ping. Ping.
The rounded tip of the vibrator presses against my clit, and I gasp, my eyes rolling back. I hold it there, trying to read the new messages coming in as pleasure rocks through me. My hips lift and roll against the toy, my breathing harsh as it works me higher.
Daddy555
use something other than a toy
I pause at the message, content to ignore it and pretend like I didn’t see it. I’ve been asked to fuck myself with broom handles, hairbrushes, and even a knife handle once, but I always say no. I keep to my toys and fingers, but when another person pops up in the chat agreeing with Daddy555, my stomach drops.
urstruly69
fuck a gear shift
Letting out a breathy laugh, I roll my eyes. “Not happening,” I mutter, but the requests don’t stop, and I start to worry I won’t be getting out of this.
oliver_pop
fuck ur bed post
luckylucy87
omg a shoe
ilovebearshifters0
how about a toothbrush. Brush your teeth with it tonight hehe
pyro666
a fat zucchini
pyro666
surely you’re loose enough
I stare at the screen name, my stomach dropping through the floor. What the fuck is he doing in my chat? My heart races as I reread the messages—his name, making sure it says what I think it does. Pyro . The name he uses for his tattoo business. There’s no way it’s not him.
pyro666
scared?
The challenge, the taunt, is there. This game we’ve been playing gets more dangerous as each day passes, and the line between us grows more and more faint.
“I’m not scared,” I say, hoping he can’t hear it in my voice. But if anyone can, it’s Roman Payne. He knows me too well, always has. I bite my lip, my eyes flicking to the bathroom adjoining our rooms. “But unfortunately, I don’t have any zucchinis, so you’ll have to settle for my—”
ilovebearshifters0
A cucumber then
Christ. What’s with these people?
“I don’t have one of those, either,” I murmur, reaching to grab a dildo completely over this. Over him. Yet, I find myself searching the chat for his name while my senses focus on listening for any sign of life next door.
Heavy footsteps rattle the walls moments before his bedroom door is yanked open. My eyes shift to my own door as if I can see him through the thick wood. I hold my breath, waiting for him to barge in like last week, but his footsteps retreat, growing more distant.
Ping.
Ping.
Shaking myself, I turn back to the laptop screen, finding a wave of new comments begging for the cucumber.
“Sorry, y’all. Like I said, I don’t have—”
His rush of steps cut my words off, and my head snaps to my door seconds before it bangs open. A wolfish grin is on his face as he holds up a long, thick cucumber.
“Clean and ready for your pleasure, little sis,” he murmurs, his voice husky. His hand rears back and before I can even blink, the vegetable flies into frame, landing with a thud on the floor between my legs. The comments start up again, my viewers clearly having seen what he tossed in.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
urstruly69
fuck yes. Show us baby
luckylucy87
jesus fuck that’s a big one lol good luck
Roman’s eyes never leave mine as I shakily reach for it. There’s a challenge in his gaze. But it’s the disappointment there, the same he showed last week after coming all over my face. He doesn’t like that I do this. Or maybe he just thinks I’m a slut. Either way, it hurts. It pisses me off. Who the hell is he to judge me?
No. Fuck that.
With a sharp glare of my own, I spread my legs wider, the cucumber gripped in my hand like it’s the best dildo I’ve ever seen. I tease my body with it, the same way I had with the vibrator, my eyes never leaving his.
His throat bobs as he watches it slide between my breasts and down my stomach. I stop it between my legs, waiting for him to break first, to stop me. But he doesn’t.
His jaw tightens, and he barely dips his chin, as if giving me permission. The messages still come in, but I ignore them, just like I did last time. Everything else fades into the background. It’s just us. This moment.
The tip presses against my entrance, and my mouth falls open. It’s thicker than I anticipated, but I can’t give up. I lick my lips and toy with my opening, teasing them, teasing him.
Surprisingly, I’m wetter than I thought I would be. It’s not the idea of fucking myself with a random object that’s turning me on, it’s him. His familiar hazel eyes on my body. His perfectly square jaw ticking wildly. I bite my lip, letting my gaze travel across his wide chest, imagining what’s beneath. How far do the tattoos covering his arms stretch? Do the black swirls paint his chest? His back?
A whimper falls from my mouth as Roman’s hand drops to his dark jeans, adjusting the obvious hard-on.
Will he pull his cock out for me again? Make me suck it? Do I want him to?
God. Yes. So badly.
My teddy falls down more, exposing my breasts fully, and I reach up, tugging on my nipple. The rounded head of the cucumber slides against my wet entrance, but I pull it away, teasing my clit before gliding it back down. Roman makes a sound in the back of his throat, and my eyes snap from his hand back to his face.
“Fuck,” he mouths, his throat bobbing.
My lips lift in a victorious smirk as I push the cucumber into my pussy, gasping at the wide stretch. It burns, but fuck, it feels good. I groan as I pull it out slightly, then shove it back in, getting a bit deeper with every thrust. His eyes flick from my pussy to my face, his hand tightening around his bulge.
It’s so fucking wrong, this entire thing, but it’s so hot. I fuck myself harder, faster, pretending like it’s his cock filling me. Before I can stop myself, my head falls back, a breathy moan floating from my lips.
“ Ro .” I don’t mean for his name to come out, but it does. Every inch of his body goes taut, and I move the cucumber faster, thinking he’s just as turned on as I am.
But then, before my brain can catch up, he spins on his heel and stomps through the house until he reaches the front door. It slams shut behind him, and a harsh breath escapes me.
I blink, reality settling around me. My gaze shifts back to the laptop, and I quickly scan the new messages.
“This feels so good,” I moan for the viewers, letting my voice turn breathier. It’s not a lie—it really does feel amazing—but it was Roman’s gaze on me that made it all worth it. Without him watching, it’s just me fucking a vegetable alone in my room. Pathetic.
pyro666
harder. Make yourself come
My breath catches as I read, then reread the message.
He’s still watching.
I move the cucumber faster, fucking myself with it until my toes curl. Sliding my hand from my breast, my fingers find my clit. I work myself closer to a release, my eyes crossing and blurring the messages. Right now, the only thing I care about is coming for my viewers— for him .
More of the vegetable slides inside me until I’m as full as I possibly can be. My fingers move faster over my clit, and finally, my back arches. I don’t stop moving, even though my body is trembling so hard it’s about to snap.
I keep going, keep driving myself higher. Higher. Higher.
“Fuck!” I scream, my legs closing around the cucumber as I come, a gush of liquid covering the blanket beneath me. “ Fuck .” The breathy word leaves me as I come back down to earth, watching the tips roll in.
pyro666 has left the chat
A harsh breath escapes me.
urstruly69
eat it for dinner
I barely hold back a laugh at the idea as I slowly pull the cucumber from my body, watching with dazed eyes as another trickle of my release coats it. My lip curves.
“I can’t waste it, now can I?”
Roman never came back after he walked out on me, and against my will, worry fills me. Not enough to do something ridiculous like call him, but enough that it puts me in a bad mood. Earlier, I’d felt on top of the world for putting him in his place during my live. He thought he was tormenting me, but in the end, it was me who brought him to his knees.
Since the moment he showed back up in our lives, he’s been a complete asshole. He’s not the Ro I knew and loved. He’s different. But, then again, so am I.
I’m a cam-girl now, for fuck’s sake.
Not to mention, I’m fucking his father.
I shake my head, biting my lip as I stir the mashed potatoes with more force than necessary. What am I doing? Christ, I’m a mess. If Mama could see me now…
No, Eve, I chastise, my heart aching. Don’t think about Mama.
With a heavy sigh, I brush my hands down my apron and bring the dish to the table. The pot roast rests on a platter, ready for Isaac to cut once he’s out of the shower. All that’s left is the summer salad. I snatch the ingredients from the fridge, my grin growing.
My bad mood disappears as I slice up the juicy watermelon, mint, and cucumbers. I should feel bad for doing this. Should feel disgusted. But I don’t. I feel giddy as hell.
Oli would be so proud.
Chuckling to myself, I add balsamic glaze and stir the ingredients together. Once it’s complete, I drop it onto the table and tidy up the kitchen. As I’m setting out plates, the front door slams shut. Heavy footsteps echo my racing heart, and I whirl around, giving Roman my back as I busy myself getting my sweet tea and water for Isaac. Roman can get his own damn drink.
The loud scrape of a chair across the floor sets my nerves on fire, and I force myself to relax. My back is still turned when Isaac comes downstairs. I swallow hard, ignoring the mounting tension. If I thought Roman and Isaac hated each other when we were younger, it’s nothing compared to now.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Isaac says, though there’s something in his voice I’m unused to. I plaster on a smile, pick up our glasses, and spin to face the two men who take up all my thoughts.
Roman’s already in a chair with his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed in an angry glare. Isaac ignores him completely as he cuts the roast for us.
“Hey,” My voice is filled with faux excitement. I kiss his cheek and set down his drink before taking the chair between them. “How was your day?”
Isaac gives me a soft smile and serves himself before folding gracefully into his chair. “No complaints.” Finally, his glare slides to Roman. “How was everything here?”
“Oh, it was good. I actually worked on the rose bu—” I start, before being quickly cut off by Isaac.
“What is this?” he grumbles, his hand suspended mid-air as he scowls down at the salad.
I swallow hard, barely resisting the urge to look at Roman. Clearing my throat, I grab my tea and shrug. “I found a new recipe. Wanted to give it a try.”
“It’s got cucumbers.” Isaac’s face is twisted as he drops the spoon back into the bowl. “You know I hate cucumbers, sweetheart.”
Roman chokes on a drink I never saw him get. My cheeks burn but I swallow back the reaction, still trying not to laugh. “Sorry.”
“Well, I’m not,” Ro drawls.
My head snaps up, and shock fills me as he leans his body over the table and spears his fork into the salad. He looks at me, a wicked grin spreading on his face. He brings the cucumber to his mouth, licking the edge slowly before eating it.
With an exaggerated moan, he flicks his gaze to his father. “That’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”