The Rebel - Raleigh Ruebins Page 0,43
make a few cuts in the video. No problem at all.”
He had a concerned expression on his face that he was trying so hard to hide with a smile.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Oh! It’s nothing, I just…” he started, trailing off.
“Liam, you’ve gotta just tell me what you’re thinking, because right now you look like you’re trying to hold in a sneeze. Painfully.”
He laughed. “Okay. You’re right.”
“You can tell me anything. You know that.”
He nodded. “I just… I get a sense that you’re in your head a little bit. Am I correct?”
I let out a breath. “Yes,” I said.
“This also is something I’ve experienced,” he said. “Unfortunately, there’s no quick fix to this one. You just have to get used to doing things in front of a camera. So what I’m going to do is start it up again, but don’t worry about performing. Don’t worry about how it’s going to turn out. I’m going to edit the video anyway. Okay?”
“Right. Okay.”
“You still feeling it?”
“I’m feeling it” I said, stroking my dick once more. “This is really fucking hot, no matter how weird it feels.”
“Fuck yes,” Liam said, relaxing again behind the camera. He turned it on again and I continued touching myself.
I was surprised at how much more comfortable I was after what he had told me. I wasn’t thinking about strangers anymore. In fact, after a while, all I was thinking about was that I was doing this in front of Liam.
And I fucking loved that.
After a few minutes, Liam detached the camera from the tripod and picked it up. He was filming me handheld now, and he slowly walked over toward me, pointing the camera at me as I jerked off.
“You feeling good, cowboy?” he asked.
My heart pounded. I hadn’t realized he was going to talk to me while we filmed, and I had no clue if he would cut out the sound later on, or leave it in for everyone to hear.
I wasn’t sure which one was hotter, honestly.
“I’m… I am doing so fucking good,” I said. “Can’t you tell?”
He hummed happily, pointing the camera right at my cock. The fact that I knew it was a close-up made me throb, and I watched as a small bead of precum came out of my tip.
“Look at that,” Liam said.
“All for you,” I said, barely realizing the implication of what I was saying. I pulsed in my fist again, and more came out.
“Fuck yes, cowboy,” Liam said, taking a few steps back again. He was standing just in front of me now, filming me from up above.
And when I looked ahead, I saw a very clear bulge in Liam’s pants.
He was hard from this, too. And realizing that made me skyrocket from turned on to so fucking turned on I could come.
“Jesus,” I hissed softly, pumping my cock a little harder.
“Hell yes,” Liam said. “I can’t wait for you to come for me.”
I loved that he said it was for him. I knew that all of this had to be for the cameras, but all I needed to hear was that I’d be coming for Liam.
Because as much as I’d tried to deny myself for years, God damn, I still wanted to come for this man. I felt like I was giving in to a sinister urge, or finally admitting my addiction to him had never really gone away. It had just been waiting inside me, ready to explode the moment he was near me again.
I loved Liam. Of course I did. That love hadn’t gone away just because our relationship had gotten too toxic ten years ago.
And I still wanted his body like a damn drug, and I wanted him to have mine, too.
He was still positioned right in front of me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of the now more obvious outline of his cock under his pants.
I wished I could strip those pants off of him and give him my mouth like he’d given me his. I wished I could turn him around and fuck him over this loveseat. I was crazy with lust, and the camera being pointed at me was only intensifying everything.
“I’m close,” I managed to utter.
“Good. I need it,” Liam said, and I failed to suppress another deep groan. Everything about Liam telling me he needed me went straight to my cock.
I squeezed tighter, feeling my orgasm building. “Gonna come for you,” I said.
“Please,” Liam said, and I knew he meant it.
I let go. The wave crashed over