38. Chapter 38
38
Brody
I’m not going to watch their live session.
I’m not going to watch.
I’m not.
That doesn’t last long. Their broadcast has only been going for three minutes when I join the event anonymously. I can’t tip without revealing my username, though that wouldn’t give me away. I watch as Sophie and Miles interact with the viewers who do tip and respond verbally to the chat messages.
Miles is only wearing a pair of boxers, but Sophie looks good enough to eat in her pale blue lingerie. She’s only just across the house from me, so close and yet so far. This might be the death of me, watching from the other room, knowing what it feels like to touch them both. Thoughts of the other night with Miles fill my head, interspersed with knowing what Sophie’s pussy feels like when it grips my cock.
When the tips based on their menu start rolling in, I gently grasp my growing erection through my pants. The screen isn’t big enough to do them justice and I find myself wanting to hook up a cable to the television on the opposite side of the room so I can truly appreciate what’s happening.
Sitting behind her, Miles pulls one strap of Sophie’s bra over her shoulder, kissing her dusky, inked skin following the movement. When both straps are off of her arms, she pulls her hair out of the way to allow Miles to unhook the back of the bra. Feigning shyness, Sophie holds the lace against her chest with her arms, but Miles turns her head to kiss her while his hand frees the fabric from her grasp.
I want to squeeze those beautiful, natural tits so bad. Her dark nipples are hard in the cold room and, staring at them, I almost miss Miles’ hand traveling south to cup her pussy. Sophie moans, their lips still connected, as her hand covers his.
I know the tips are coming in, but I’m not watching the chat.
Miles slowly pulls Sophie’s thong down, not that it was hiding much to begin with, and she opens her legs. He rolls over to grab a vibrator from the bedside table and turns it on, dragging it gently over Sophie’s clit. She whines and moans, likely for the camera.
Sophie’s head falls back and Miles leans down to take her nipple into his mouth, pulling a sigh from her throat. The vibrator in his hand never leaves her and her hips begin to roll and buck.
Before long, Miles glances up at the laptop again and grins against Sophie’s tit. He whispers something to her and she takes the vibrator from him while he leans to the side again and pulls out a dildo that looks far too big. In Miles’ other hand is a bottle of lube that he squirts onto the toy, spreading it with his hand.
Sophie moves the vibrator away as Miles brings the toy down, pressing it against her entrance. She meets his eyes and the moan when he pushes the toy inside her makes me groan. I wish that was my hand, pushing it deeper.
“Mmm, you like it when I fuck her with this monster cock?” he asks the camera. “You like watching me stretch her like this?” He glances at the laptop and chuckles. “I thought so.”
He switches between toys, using each one for several minutes, but none are as big as that first dildo. Every one of them pulls a symphony of moans and whimpers from Sophie. Eventually, he tosses the last toy onto the floor.
Miles smirks at the laptop barely visible on the far side of the screen, then kisses Sophie on the cheek before hopping off of the bed. He unceremoniously yanks off his boxers and reveals his thick, fully erect cock for the viewers.
My mouth goes dry when Miles rejoins Sophie, kneeling further down the bed for a closer view of what’s going to happen next. Sophie crawls to him, smirking at the camera before she comes even with Miles. Turning, she looks up at him and I watch in awe as he cups her cheek. If I didn’t know already, that look in his eyes would confirm that he’s head over heels for this woman.
“Be a good girl,” he murmurs softly. “Suck Daddy’s cock. ”
I’m enthralled. I’ve never watched Sophie’s content. I may have put cameras in her home without consent, but I wouldn’t view her porn without her giving me the ok. Then again, I’m sitting here watching her on camera. Jesus, I’m fucked up.
Sophie opens her mouth slowly, sticking her tongue out as Miles grasps the base of his cock and slaps the tip against it. She moans and a smile tugs at the near corner of her mouth. Her eyes are still on his when she brings her head closer, her lips closing around him. Miles’ head falls back. The sounds of pleasure coming from both of them make me regret having turned this on.
I’m not sure if Sophie continues her work for thirty seconds or thirty minutes. Hell, it could have been hours. I don’t even remember blinking when she finally comes up for air, spit glistening on her chin and his cock. Miles grabs her hair and forces her up as he bends down to kiss her.
The tips have stopped so they crawl back up the bed, grinning at each other and lazily kissing when they lie down against the pile of pillows. Miles, who’s closer to the laptop, checks the chat every few minutes, but nothing is coming through. Grumbling, I start clicking around to add tokens to my account. I feel ridiculous, like one of their rabid fans, but I also feel the need to see this through.