thought what he was doing was hot, and it only ratcheted my pulse that much higher. I’d thought he was cute before. Now I found him off-the-charts sexy.
I kept my voice quiet as I adjusted the camera. “Good. So fucking good.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm.” I nodded. “Do that thing.” He shot me a questioning look, and I glanced around before leaning closer. “The thing where you twist over your head and stroke your balls.”
He did the thing—my favorite thing—which made his eyelashes flutter with ecstasy, and I fought to keep from drooling. “That one?”
“That’s it.” God help me, I should get some sort of pervert’s medal of honor for not busting in my pants. Sam, bless his clever heart, had on a pair of shorts he’d cut the bottom half of the pockets out of, so he could fish his johnson out with ease whenever he needed to. They were a pair I’d seen on him many times before, and knowing what I knew now was the ripe cherry on top of my blue ball sundae.
His dick was leaking all over the place, and his strokes took on a frenetic edge, telling me he was close to shattering. Fuck me, I knew his jerk habits as well as I knew my own now.
Two rows to the left, a guy and a girl browsed the bookshelves together. A few rows to the right, several other people strolled the aisles slowly. We were near the rear of the shop, with Sam angled toward the back wall. The front of the aisle was partially obscured by an endcap display with a bunch of Silver Ridge U stuffed rhinos. I stepped in closer as the guy and the girl moved.
“What now? Tell me what to do.”
My nuts almost exploded with joy at the lusty timbre of his voice. It took a few seconds for my brain to reach them with the memo that directive had—sadly—not been for their benefit. They were so persistently optimistic in that regard. Sam had started doing this with increasing frequency lately, though, asking for direction. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was so keyed up and turned on that he forgot all but the basics, or because he wanted to make sure he wasn’t repetitive in his videos or something.
But telling Sam what to do? It wasn’t exactly a hardship. “Slow down a little.”
Sam’s gaze flicked toward me, his eyes tight with need as he complied, murmuring a soft, needy curse when he did that almost wrecked me. Good goddamn.
I’d resolutely avoided watching his videos aside from when we were checking them before uploading them, but right now I would’ve killed to have clicked on his page and gotten to see this as a first-time observer on a bigger screen than the one I was currently positioning over his crotch. The noise of the bookstore around us, his thick cock protruding from a nest of pastel plaid fabric.
“Good. So good,” I encouraged. “Keep doing it just like that. Nice and easy so when you come, it gushes down your knuckles. Perfect.”
“Oh fuck. Oh shit,” Sam whispered, tightening his hand around his shaft. “Ready?”
“Fuck yeah, go for it.” I made sure the camera was trained for the money shot and checked on the two dudes who had started down the aisle perpendicular to ours. “You’re perfect.”
“I like when you talk to me.” His strained voice tapered off into a moan.
Wait. What? I wasn’t sure what kind of face I made for that revelation, but it didn’t stop the gush of cream from his slit.
And fuck, there was a lot of it.
Sam’s head drooped, and a tremor of pleasure ran through his shoulders. His breath puffed out of his flared nostrils in sexy little bursts of sound. He made a cap of his palm, keeping his release from spraying the bookshelves. Instead, it streamed down the sides of his shaft, and he rubbed it in as he chased his orgasm to its finish. Just in time, too, because the pair of guys I’d been watching swung around into our aisle.
I stuffed the camera in my pocket and hooked an elbow through Sam’s.
“Hey!” he protested.
“Incoming. Walk slowly and get that kielbasa back in your pants.”
“I’m drenched.”
“Too bad.” I guided us to the opposite end of the aisle as Sam managed to tuck himself away and swiped his hand on his shirt.
He glanced over his shoulder as we turned down another aisle. “Do you think they saw?”
“Nah, probably not. They were talking to each