Unfortunately, I was kind of a troll. Ugly and less than friendly, and my brother in-laws hadn't exactly put their best feet forward today. All things considered, I really had no idea why this beautiful man would want to spend time with me, but I was going to take advantage of it.
I'd let him keep his bag, though. Maybe it would keep me from doing something stupid, like lean over and suck on his neck, when he threw his head back and laughed at something on the television.
Chapter Four
JULY
I looked away from the sight of myself on the screen of my computer that my camera was hooked up to, still finding it hard to watch myself talk, even after all the time I spent on the damn thing. It was easy to close my eyes and concentrate on my pleasure when I was doing a scene, but vlogging was a different story, so I usually chose my plant Vern the Fern to look at.
"You know that hot neighbor I've been gushing over and now owe like four bags of sugar? He was in my house today… without a shirt. Holy crap. Of course, I ended up flashing him my tits and rambling about my heritage… which I know next to nothing about, and I think I might have asked him to eat me. For some crazy reason, he decided to stay for dinner, and I screamed at the delivery man by accident, and finished our not date wearing a paper bag, because I couldn't look at him, even though I really, really like to. And before you ask, yes, that was him in the video earlier. Isn't he delicious? And he's so nice. At first, I thought he wasn't, because he always looks really intense, never smiles, and grunting seems to be his only form of communication, but he's actually really, really nice. I can't tell if he thinks of me like that. Again, he's a grunter, so I don't know."
I shrugged, swallowing hard around the lump in my throat. "It doesn't matter anyway. No alpha wants a camboy omega," I whispered, remembering all the guys in my life who'd found out what I was and decided they couldn't handle dating someone who made a living that way.
I paused for a long moment, letting my mind wander before remembering what I was doing. "Oops! Pay no attention to the guy who makes good money doing what he does and is sitting here feeling sorry for himself, because he's probably going to die alone." I gave an uncomfortable laugh and shook my head. "My hot Wolverine will probably never marry me, but maybe I can talk him into bending me over the couch or something, right?"
My dick jumped wildly in my pants, and I glanced down, before sighing and rolling my eyes. "Predictable."
***
"Yes," I moaned, letting my mind drift as I pressed another finger in my ass, while on my hands and knees with my slick hole facing the camera.
My dick leaked all over the bed, and I spread my legs just a bit more, to let the wet tip drag against the sheet, loving the sensation against my sensitive head. I knew I should be stroking it for the show, but if I so much as touched the thing right then when I was imagining Grant's strong hands on my ass, and his deliciously sculpted body above me, while the hair of his legs brushed the back of my thighs, I'd shoot all over the place, and I still wanted to take that knotting dildo tonight.
I should have put a cock ring on. I knew how worked up I got when I thought about Grant while doing a scene, and while it would be smart to stop thinking about him, so I wouldn't have to stop so much while I was supposed to be working, I couldn't get much to work at all when I tried thinking about someone else… plus people seemed to like it when I got that worked up. For some, it seemed to be part of the appeal.
That dildo was going to make them go crazy, and I was craving it after spending all day and most of the evening with Grant Foster in my home, tainting my couch and the living room with the delicious smell of sweetened coffee. I wanted to imagine that I was his, and I was special enough to him for his body to claim me with his knot.
Fuck, I was ready.
I slid my free hand along the bed, grabbing the dildo and bringing it back around to slide the tip along my crack, teasing myself and those watching, pressing the button that would fill the tiny air bags on the side of the dildo, so they could see what it was going to do to me, and then I released it.
I teased myself a little longer, sliding the tip back and forth over my hole, while letting my hips have their way, rolling uncontrollably and dragging my dick against the sheet over and over, until I finally pressed more firmly against my hole, letting the thing slide in.
I was so worked up, I nearly forgot to take it slow for show, but remembered before I immediately started pounding myself with the dildo. It wasn't going to take long as it was. My body was so damn primed, my entire body was burning with need, and my balls were already starting to shift in their sack.
Working the dildo in and out of my ass, I gripped my cheek, pulling my ass open, so everyone could see the push and pull of my rim as the dildo stretched me wide, and I thought about what Grant would see if he was back there, and it was his dick moving in and out of my ass.
I groaned, unable to wait a moment longer to take Grant's knot. I pressed the button, yelling out as my orgasm hit me hard, and cum shot out of my dick onto the bed. I tugged on the thing a few times, loving the way it put pressure on my rim, and letting everyone see how it bulged inside me, wringing more cum from my body.
When I finally felt like there wasn't an ounce of fluid left in me, I released the knot on the dildo and removed it slowly from my hole, gently massaging my opening for the camera before falling to my side and rolling toward my laptop.
"Wow. That was… wow. I hope you guys enjoyed that. I sure did. Let me know what you thought and feel free to leave suggestions. Thanks for watching."
I clicked off the screen, biting my lip and smiling at some of the comments, and cringing at others. Most of them had been during prep, as people tended to get quiet during the main event, but it was a series of questions all relating to one subject that had me gasping and rewinding the footage, in an attempt to find out if I really had done the unthinkable, and groaning miserably when I realized that I had indeed.
Who is Grant?
Is Grant the hot neighbor?
Is Grant going to join you next time?
I fucking called Grant's name while knotting myself with a dildo… on a live video stream.
***
I didn't usually miss my nine o'clock morning appointment with my personal trainer, because it was important to keep in shape in my line of work, plus I actually liked working out. It was my time to talk to real, live people, about things that didn't pertain to my job.
Unfortunately, I'd stayed up all night worrying about whether or not Jennings still watched my scenes, and if he might have tattled on me to Grant. He'd told me he didn't watch anymore, and I wanted to believe him, but I honestly didn't know the man.
So, I'd stalked Jennings on social media, stopping just short of sending him a message, begging him not to tell Grant, and then, because my brain was a sadistic asshole, I'd started to wonder if Grant knew about my show, and if he had been watching it. I spent a heart-racing forty-five minutes trying to decide if I wanted that or not.
When I finally fell asleep at four, I was no more settled, but definitely exhausted, so I'd slept right though my alarm, and had to call my trainer when I finally woke up to apologize, before running down to my favorite coffee shop around the corner.
I hated to admit it, because it really made me sound pathetic, but the smell had reminded me of Grant as soon as I walked in there today, and I'd gone immediately hard, subconsciously wondering if that might be the reason I'd started going there in the first place, since until I went in there the first time about three weeks ago, I had gone to one just a few blocks further down the road, and had been going there for nearly seven months.