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I blink. I might need to pinch myself. Because I’m standing in his expensive fucking condo in the middle of the night naked while he begs me to let him go down on me while I record it. This is not my life.
“I can make it worth it. We can film a few different takes. Try a few positions to see what you like best.”
“Do I get to keep a copy?”
“As long as you promise when you’re using your arsenal and watching it, that you’re thinking of me. Sure.” Another playful grin, and I’m going weak.
There’s a long pause, and I sit on the bed next to him while I try to process. His hand runs up my thigh.
“That a yes?”
“Yes.” I agree, not entirely sure I’m ready for it even if I want it. I don’t know if my heart can take this Tobias. His eyes light with my agreement though, and he hands me his phone.
“Get comfortable. However you want.”
I scoot back on the bed reclining against the plush stack of pillows, nervously watching as he makes his way up the bed. I press the phone to my lips, shielding part of my face as he kisses his way up my legs. This isn’t the first time, but I still feel shy at the idea of recording him doing it. I tap the phone against my lower lip and take in a shaky breath when he takes me in his mouth, and his warm tongue drifts over me.
I’m already wet from the anticipation—just thinking about this man doing this to me does things for me, watching him is another story entirely. The way his hands grip my thighs, the way his brow furrows as he concentrates, and the deft way his tongue slides over my clit in a perfect, subtle arch that wakes all my nerve endings is so good, I’m finding my braver side again.
I swipe to the video button on the phone, bringing it up from the main screen and hitting record a second later. The frame shakes a little along with my hands, and my hips raise at the next stroke of his tongue, the anticipation building with each round.
He pauses, his gaze shifting up when he notices I have the camera on, and he grins.
“Spread for me. I want my tongue on every inch of you.”
I let my legs fall wider for him, and he grabs my hips, pulling me closer to him before he starts another round of assault on my senses, his lips closing around my clit to suck me. I cry out and thread my fingers in his hair, pulling gently when it’s more than I can take. He relents, but only enough to make the torture that much sweeter.
I nearly lose my grip on the phone, shifting and holding it tighter. I glance at the video again instead of him, and I’m distracted by how sexy he looks. How unreal it feels to watch the man I’ve secretly lusted after in our friend group be prone on the bed, arms wrapped around my thighs while he uses his perfect tongue on me.
“Oh fuck,” I curse, gripping his hair tighter than I should have. “Sorry. I just. Sorry,” I mumble, trying to scoot back on the bed to escape him.
He kisses me and takes a breath, his hands and mouth massaging my skin with featherlight kisses and touches that have me writhing underneath him.
“Don’t apologize. I love it when you lose control like that. I want you to use me however you need. Grab my hair. Fuck my tongue. I just want to taste you and feel you come for me, Scarlett.” He glances up at me, lashes low and blue eyes rich with the knowledge that he has me however he wants me.
“Okay,” I whisper, gasping when his lips graze my clit again.
I take his direction, raising my hips and grabbing his hair, moaning as I help get him to every spot I need him. He slides two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out in rhythm with his mouth, and it doesn’t take much after that. The crest of my orgasm hits me like a massive crashing wave, so good I feel like I might actually melt.
“Oh my god. Tobias… please… please,” I’m begging when he continues to hold me close, his tongue massaging the last few sensations out of me until I collapse a sated and exhausted mess underneath him.
I close my eyes for a minute before I remember the phone is still going and look over to see it recording the blackness of the sheets, taking a breath as I hit the stop button. He kisses his way over my abdomen and chest, grabbing his phone as he settles in next to me.
He hits play a moment later, turning up the volume and the sounds of us echoing in the room are painfully hot. I’m moaning so much louder than I thought I was, and I go to pull a pillow over my face. He grabs it, yanking it back.
“This is… wow,” Tobias mumbles, his eyes fixed on the video.
“Like yourself that much?” I tease him about his vanity, but he shakes his head.
“Like watching us this much. I’m up for as many takes as you want of this.”
It’s a dangerous proposition, because as much as I like watching us—I think I might like the man even more. Especially when he looks at me like I’m one of his favorite things.
EIGHTEEN
Scarlett
I’min a good mood despite the fact I’m cleaning out my office on the last day in this building and currently have no job prospects to speak of. I’ll have some unemployment pay and savings to let me squeak by for a few weeks, but then things are going to get dire if I can’t find work. I’ve applied for dozens of jobs already but so far they don’t want to train someone who will just go back to an old job when it comes around again. I can’t really blame them, but it’s making it hard to find anything.
