Show Me (Extracurricular Activities #3) - Neve Wilder Page 0,28

did slip free. Jesse swatted my cheek lightly. “Uh-uh, none of that. Not until the camera’s on.”

And strangely enough? It was the swat combined with the reprimand that took me from semi-hard to full-on engorged.

I adjusted my dick through the spandex, and Jesse shot me another commanding look that made my dick twitch. “Sam. Chair. Now.”

Laughing, I took a seat. “All right. If you’re gonna direct, go for it.” I figured I’d just pull my dick out and start stroking it, but suddenly the idea of Jesse telling me what to do was more appealing. Less intimidating somehow.

“I was hoping you’d say that. God, that sunlight is perfect. Hang on.” He held up his phone, snapped a pic, and then showed me the screen.

I wasn’t one to stare in a mirror a lot, but I got what he meant about the light and the shadows. It definitely had a vibe. With the white blanket covering the chair, the pale gray wall in the background, and the sun spilling warm gold all over everything, it looked like one of those artsy Instagram shoots my sister Talia liked to do with her air plants and succulents. Except we were doing it with my dick, and there was no way I could ever show off the artistry to her.

I handed the camera back. “I like it.”

“Good. Okay.” Jesse tapped his lower lip, and then his brows shot up. “Oh my god, I just had another really good idea. Fuck, this is fun. You’re like my own private sex doll.” He waved a hand violently through the air. “I mean, not like that, but…you know what I mean.”

“Jesse.” I tried a different tack, since I could tell he was getting flustered, and kept my voice low and steady as I shifted around in the chair.

“Yeah?”

“Tell me what to do.”

He blinked at me and then nodded slowly before handing me the bottle of baby oil he’d been using. “It’s a brand-new bottle, by the way, not like…my leftovers.”

I didn’t care if it was the same bottle he used to jerk off. In fact, my dick kinda liked the idea, too—again to my surprise. “Jesse?”

“Yeah, I’m focusing. I’m not sure why the fuck I’m getting all shy when you’re the one sitting in the chair.” He took a deep breath. “So once we get rolling, just start doing your thing, but maybe use the oil, too. Very liberally. Think of it like…treating yourself. Luxuriating in yourself. Slow and sexy and seductive.”

Jesse got the camera going and signaled me with a nod. I poured some oil in my hands and rubbed it up and down my arms. At first, I felt ridiculous with him watching, more so than if I’d just been jerking off.

Jesse must have been able to tell because he nodded encouragingly. I bit back a laugh when he did the chef’s kiss gesture and waggled his brows.

“Stop,” I mouthed, and he rolled his eyes with a grin.

But once I closed my eyes and focused on the oil sliding over my skin, I started to lose myself in the warmth of the late-afternoon sun falling over me, the slippery glide of my hand.

It did feel good.

Really fucking good. Why hadn’t I incorporated oil before?

I took my time stroking over my biceps, massaging the liquid into my pecs in languid circles, rolling and pinching my nipples between thumb and forefinger until they were stiff peaks that sent tingling little shock waves radiating outward.

I groaned as my cock twitched when I slid my hands up and down my abs.

“Good. Keep going. Lower,” Jesse instructed in a raspy-soft voice that lifted goose bumps on my skin.

I flinched back to groggy awareness when he hissed out a curse and barked, “Cut!” like we were on set.

“What’d I screw up?”

“Nothing. You were perfect. I was talking, though. You’ll be able to hear me on the video.”

“So? We can cover it with music or…” Fuck, my dick was so hard it hurt. “Or not cover it because it’s kind of sexy, don’t you think? I mean, don’t you think the viewers would think that?” I babbled, my gaze catching on and sticking for way too fucking long to the erection tenting his pants. I mean, it wasn’t like I didn’t expect it to happen, but the extra kick of heat in my balls from looking at it was unexpected.

Jesse narrowed his eyes and remained silent for a long moment. Then he nodded resolutely. “Yeah, you might be right. Okay, game on.”