Some Like it Hot - J. D. Light Page 0,24

off, so we were both still hard as hell, and ready to blow.

I was quieter this time than I usually was, but I was having a hard time focusing on anything but the man sitting there in that chair, watching me touch myself, his breathing hard, his eyes intense, and his dick pressing hard against the zipper, the head sticking out over the top.

The band of my underwear released my dick, and it slapped against my stomach, leaving a wet patch just under my belly button, and I heard Grant's grunt of approval.

His hand slid down his stomach and over the front of his pants. He pressed down on his dick, the material of his jeans dipping even lower.

I groaned, letting my legs fall open as I skimmed a hand over my nipple. My body was on fire, and even though I'd much rather have Grant's wide hands moving over my body, the feel of my own palm brushing over the silky skin of my hipbone had me whimpering and shuddering.

Grant slowly popped the button open on the top of his pants before easing the zipper down, finally letting that gorgeous dick breathe.

I slid my finger down my crack, sliding it over my leaking hole to gather some slick, teasing myself a bit… and maybe Grant too. When I thought my fingers were slick enough, I moved my hand back to my dick and stroked from base to tip and then back down, whimpering as Grant leaned up enough to push his pants down.

We'd stayed naked most of the damn day, even though we'd only gotten off the one time, since Grant thought it was important for me to be thoroughly turned on when it was time for my show, so I shouldn't be reacting like it was my first time seeing him naked, but this was all still new to me, and he had a spectacular body.

I started to stroke myself in earnest as he took his own dick in his hand. I had no idea what the streamers were saying, but when I got to this point, I usually ignored them anyway, feeling like my genuine enjoyment of what I was doing was what had gotten me this far, so their coaching was unnecessary and unwanted, but with Grant sitting next to the camera, making those deep noises in his throat and breathing like that, there was no way they were missing the fact that there was someone else in the room.

I should probably care whether or not that would be a good thing, and if I'd lose viewers because of it, but I really didn't. It was fucking hot as hell, and I really liked that other people would know he was there, enjoying the show personally.

I moved my other hand down my body, going for simple this time, as I continued to stroke myself as my fingers found my hole. With a groan, I pressed inside while watching Grant's hand move up and down his own dick.

"Fuck," he groaned as I pressed a finger inside, and I let out a small gasp as I realized he was really fucking close.

His hips were moving restlessly, his balls were tightening before my eyes, and his abs were popping as his entire body tightened.

I curled my finger, pressing against my prostate and shot with a shout, throwing my head back, and bowing off the bed as cum splashed against my abs and chest. Grant growled, standing quickly and moving toward me on the bed, his pants still halfway down his thighs, and before I could question what he was doing, his cum was joining mine on my stomach and one stripe even painting one of my nipples.

We both gasped for breath as we watched each other for a long moment, and then as if he just realized what he'd done, his eyes widened and he stumbled back away from the bed, glancing toward the camera and cringing.

I blinked and then sat up, stumbling my way through my, bye, guys. See you next time, and turned the camera off.

"I'm so sorry," Grant said, already buttoned and zipped.

I let out a weird laugh, shaking my head as I rewound the footage on my computer. "Maybe it didn't… oh no, it absolutely got you."

Grant groaned, falling back into the chair. "Do you think people will be mad?"

"I seriously doubt anyone is going to be pissed about getting to see your sexy ass get off, Grant. That was fucking hot as hell." I