Page 31 of Always Watching

North gives me a crooked grin. “Are you trying to get in good with my Dad because you’re interested in him or me?”

I sputter, sitting up straighter on the couch. “Wha-what? Interested in Atlas? No. I just… no. He’s nice. That’s all.”

“He’s not really. Only to you.” He slides the knife back into the block slowly. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Which?” I run through what we were talking about in my head, but can’t figure out what he means.

“Are you trying to get in good with my dad because you’re interested in me?”

I duck my head, sure my face is as red as my hair. “You know the answer to that,” I murmur.

When I look up, I find North looking at me with the same intense expression he had on his face when he was watching me touch myself. I feel it across my skin like a warm embrace.

Before he can say anything back, I decide to go ahead with what Olly suggested. While I was reading my book, my mind wandered to the thought of North working with me, touching me, fucking me on cam. I almost stopped reading to touch myself, that’s how turned on it made me. Maybe he’ll be into it. If he’s not, he can always hang out off camera and watch. I really liked him watching me.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, Ranen.”

I shiver when he says my name. It sounds like sex rolling off his tongue. I clear my throat so I can push the words past my lips. “You can say no, of course. You don’t have to feel obligated. It’s just a suggestion and you know, you might be into it. If you’re not, that’s fine. You don’t—”

“Ranen,” he says. “Breathe.”

I mimic him, taking a deep breath in and out. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Now ask me.”

In a rush, I ask, “I was wondering if you wanted to be on cam with me?”

His eyebrows shoot to his hairline. I don’t think North is surprised often. He looks like he doesn’t know what to say. I might think he would reject me if I didn’t watch his cock grow behind his zipper. It’s impressive just howfasthe got hard.

He stops what he’s doing, walking over to the couch to stand in front of me. It takes effort to drag my eyes from his hard dick almost bobbing in my face. “On cam with you how?

“Umm…” I say, looking up at him. “I was thinking… you know, you could… help me. Like you did last time.”

North sits on the couch beside me, turning so he’s facing me. He puts his hand on the back of my neck and thumbs over my lower lip. My eyes flutter shut, the feel of his hand on me shooting lightning down my spine. “You want to watch me jerk off with you?”

“Yes,” I whisper, almost panting from his touch.

“What else?” he asks in a hypnotic voice.

Letting out a shuddering breath, I open my eyes and meet his burning gaze. “I want you to touch me.”

North hums, his blue-green eyes blazing as he looks at his thumb moving back and forth over my lip. On a whim, I dart my tongue out and flick it over his skin. North hisses, his eyes going half-lidded. “What else?”

Can I tell him what I want? Can I be honest? Will he think I’m too forward? Fuck it. Might as well go for it. “I want to suck your cock.”

At my words, North slides his thumb into my mouth and I suck it greedily, rolling my tongue over the digit the way I want to suck his dick. I lave it, getting it wet then applying suction to the tip. I’ve never done this before on a person—just on my toys for my viewers—so I’m not sure if I’m doing it right. But judging from the way North’s breath is quickening, I think I am.

He pulls his thumb from my mouth abruptly and slams his lips on mine.Fucking finally. North grips the back of my neck tighter, pulling me closer until I’m almost straddling his lap. He licks into my mouth, rolling his tongue around as if trying to memorize my taste.

I moan into the kiss, my head all floaty from the way he’s tonguing me. Holy fuck, North can kiss. I only have one person to compare him to, but this isn’t even on the same level as my first kiss. That kiss was awkward and fumbling. This kiss is ownership. It’s possession. It’severything.

While North is kissing me to within an inch of my life, his free hand glides into my pants. I hold tight to his shoulders, my heart hammering as I anticipate his hand on me.

When his large palm wraps around my dick, I break the kiss and throw my head back, moaning and panting. He maneuvers me out of my pants, my cock standing proud, pointing right at him. He gives me a squeeze before he strokes me in one long tug.

“Fuck, North,” I breathe, spreading my legs wider and gripping his shoulders harder. “Like that. I want you to touch me like this.”

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