Turned On_Take Me Private

by Emma Bryson

  Huh. Was she still working at this hour?

  There was something inviting about the warm light. It was so quiet, I wondered if she’d fallen asleep. My heart picked up its pace as I knocked quietly on the door.

  “Olivia?”

  I turned the doorknob. My dick twitched. There was something strangely erotic about the thought of stepping into her natural habitat, where she’d be relaxed, alone, in control. Perhaps she’d be filling out paperwork, or on a computer. Perhaps she’d be absentmindedly sucking on the end of a pen, her forehead furrowed in concentration.

  As I pulled the door open slowly I heard a cry, quickly muffled.

  I paused. Silence. My mind really was fucking with me.

  “Liv? Do you want—”

  I pulled the door open the rest of the way, stopping mid-sentence when I saw her.

  My heart took flight. Olivia was naked, spread-eagled, lying like an Egyptian queen on a sprawl of carefully draped blankets. The soft, milky skin of her breasts was rising and falling steadily as she arched her back and rocked her pelvis back and forth against a massage wand.

  Huh, so the buzzing wasn’t just in my head.

  My dick throbbed and hardened as I watched her. She drew her tongue over her bottom lip and moved her hand, which had been tugging gently at a pebbled nipple, up to her lips.

  She looked me straight in the eyes, her glance messy and dark with desire, as she ground the vibrating wand further into her clit.

  She moaned, rested a single finger against her lips, and slowly exhaled, her breath catching softly between her teeth.

  My throat tightened as her pelvis rocked, gathering pace. Her hand slid back down her body to re-grasp her nipple, twisting it between her thumb and forefinger.

  And then I saw the webcam pointed toward her.

  What the hell? She was filming herself masturbating? No—I thought as I caught a glimpse of a familiar-looking site on her laptop screen—she was broadcasting live.

  My illicit center caught fire, my body raging under the heat of barely-controlled flames. My balls tightened.

  Oh my fucking God. She was about to come, live on cam.

  As her breaths started to catch in her throat, she produced a muted mewling sound, and I reached into my boxers and fisted my aching dick.

  She was so fucking beautiful.

  Her eyes fixated on mine. As I pumped at my dick her cries became more urgent. She screamed as she threw her head back, her pelvis thrust forward, her back arching higher as she pulsated with the ripples of her orgasm.

  Chapter Three

  Olivia

  My body shook as I reveled in the final throes of orgasm. After the spasms stopped hitting me, I lifted a shaky hand and pulled the lid of my laptop down.

  Usually I interacted with my viewers for a while longer at the end of a show, but tonight they’d understand. This time was different—I’d got caught.

  My hands continued to shake as I pulled a blanket around myself and unstuck my hair from my damp forehead. I took a deep, riotous breath. I was so full it was hard to know how to feel. Full of lust. Full of ecstasy. Full of fear.

  Camming lives on the borderline of sex work, and from what I’d heard from other models, people’s reactions to it could vary wildly when a model is outed unexpectedly.

  I looked to Nate. His face was flushed, his rippled stomach rising and falling quickly. Yet, there was no telling what way this would go. I hadn’t told very many people in my real-world life about camming. Not because I was ashamed of it, but because I wanted to keep it for me. It was kind of like how heaps of people owned sex toys, but didn’t go around talking about how the Clit Destroyer 3000 gave them an amazing orgasm last night.

  And, I’d admit it, part of me didn’t expect anyone else to understand camming or embrace it like I did. It tended to attract guys who were only interested in one thing—fuck and forget. And that wasn’t really my style.

  Nathan growled and cleared his throat. “You’re a...” He looked around, to the camera, to me.

  “...a cam model?” It wasn’t unlikely that Nate had at some stage watched a cam show. With hundreds of online videos now available for free, the price that was demanded for filmed porn was drastically reducing. In its place, cam modelling was fast becoming one of the most profitable areas in the sex industry, and many people found themselves clicking on cam ads from mainstream porn sites. A fair few of them stayed around for the ride.

  “Yeah, I am.”

  Nate scratched the back of his head. “And... Chloe?” He cleared his throat again. “Wait, no—it doesn’t matter. And I don’t need to know. Not when I have my dick in my hand.”

  I looked down at his fisted cock bulging prominently from under a pair of fitted boxer briefs.

  If the outline was anything to go by, he was big. And hot. And hard. And God above, I had been dreaming about seeing Nate like this since the moment he first stepped into our apartment.

  My rapidly beating heart showed no signs of slowing down. “Well, for what it’s worth, no. Chloe’s more of a writer than an actor.

  “Not that that was acting,” I added. “That was...very real.”

  I looked him over, trying to catch my breath.

  His dark chocolatey brown hair was thick and lustrous, and he had the beginnings of scruff showing on his chin from a few days without shaving. His taut body was framed with wide shoulders, and his skin was tanned from the outdoor boot camps he ran over summer. Yet even at twenty-four he had a seriousness about him, the beginnings of two lines forming between his eyes.

  With three younger sisters and a mom who could barely keep food on the table, Nate’s childhood had been ripped from him the moment his father had died. According to Chloe, he’d stepped immediately into a fatherly role, if only to keep his family from falling apart.

  He was the ultimate pillar of strength, in every sense, but if the depths of his dark brown eyes were any indication, his commitment to his family had come at a price.

  He was wound tighter than a corkscrew.

  And somewhere along the line, he had forgotten how to let go.

  I drew in a breath. For a moment, I thought I saw something in his eyes—a spark. Then he closed them and took a few deep breaths, calming himself. He pulled his hand from his boxers and adjusted himself, and when he opened his eyes again, the spark that I’d seen was gone.

  He flicked the light on his fitness tracking watch. “Fuck it.” He looked to me. “Coffee? I feel like I need coffee.” He turned back around and shot out to the kitchen before I could reply.

  I sighed, pausing for a moment before pulling a knee-high red kimono-style gown out of my closet. It was a crowd favorite. If Nate was determined to lower his freak flag back down the pole, I wasn’t about to make it easy on him. It was clear that there was a part of him that wanted to break the rules—and the goose pimples on my arms wanted to see how far I could push him towards taking down his barriers.

  I made my way to the kitchen, sitting daintily at the breakfast bar.

  Nate cleared his throat and turned the coffee maker on, a telltale muscle in his jaw twitching. I slid off my perch and leaned against the refrigerator.

  “So. Why did you assume modelling and not straight porn? I assume you’re familiar with the cam world.”

  Nate just about jumped out of his skin. Damn, he was more repressed than a bodybuilder on steroids.

  “No...well... I...”

  “Nate, I’m a cam model. Do you really think I’m going to judge?” I turned around and opened the fridge, taking out the creamer.

  Nate sighed. “That’s not it. Sex is just not something I’ve talked about before. To anyone, really.”

  “Why?”

  He shrugged. “My dad never got around to giving me the birds and the bees talk. I grew up in a house full of girls. I spend mos
t of my time working.” He looked to me. “I just haven’t had the opportunity to explore much beyond...vanilla, you know—missionary, cowgirl...” His eyes flashed with that spark again. “And, uh, rocky road.” He grinned.

  I smirked, but then let out a frustrated breath. Nate raised an eyebrow at me. “What, Ms. Cam Model’s going to give me a hard time for not screwing my way through the Kama Sutra?”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “With a body like that?” I said, pointing to his abs. “Heck yes I am.”

  Nate rolled his eyes at me, turning to fill two mugs with freshly brewed coffee.

  “I’m serious, though, Nate. Our society is kinda fucked. I mean, why is it that we hide our desires instead of taking about them? Why is it that something that’s so fundamental to human pleasure—hell, even to human existence—is denied...and sometimes even shamed?” I reached past him and pulled open the drawer by his right hip. As I did I noticed his cock was still swollen with desire.

  Holy hell, how often had I thought about that cock when I was on cam, pressing my Hitachi into my center?

  “I mean, I guess I don’t know.” He licked his lower lip as his gaze raked up my arm to my breasts, lingering there a second before settling on my lips.

  I leaned a little closer, tempting him further, watching the vein at his temple pulse with the pressure of his clenched jaw.

  His stick-in-the-mud barrier was so close to tumbling.

  “Why is admitting that I get turned on by people watching me, by people viewing me pleasure myself, such a bad thing? I’m not hurting anyone. So why shouldn’t we just...give in?”

  A bead of sweat manifested at Nate’s temple, and as I looked down I could see the head of his cock pushing up past the elastic of his boxer briefs.

  “Shouldn’t we all be able to experience the pleasure of letting go?”

  Nate

  Jesus fucking Christ. If Liv didn’t stop with all this letting go crap I was going to lose my shit, rip off that ridiculously sexy nightgown, and take her right here on the kitchen floor like an animal.

  Like I’ve wanted to since the moment I met her.

  I swirled my tongue around my dry mouth, sandpapery with the heat I was emanating just being this close to Liv. Fuck me. How could this sweet, nonchalant woman be such a troublesome vixen? I was so close to stepping over the boundary it wasn’t funny. Fuck, I was about to rip the goddamn boundary apart with my teeth and howl at the moon like the maniac I was.

  Why was that stupid rule so important anyway?

  No. I had to keep my shit together, not for my sake—because god knows if it was up to me then Liv would have been decorating my bed for the past two years—but because if I didn’t keep my head in the game, then I could lose everything Chase and I had worked so hard for.

  My mind flashed briefly back to Dad. When he was alive, I could barely manage to get through a day of school without causing some kind of trouble. I was constantly picking fights, provoking people, stuffing anyone who even looked at me or Chase the wrong way in a locker...and then everything changed. No more fighting back. No more vigilante justice—because that could get me expelled, and then where would my sisters be? And Mom...if losing her husband was that bad, then losing a child would kill her. I had to do everything I could to maintain discipline. It was all I had left to keep myself and my family moving. It was all I had left to take me to where I needed to be.

  Breath shuddered in and out of my lungs. If I didn’t pull away now, I was going to break. “I am so painfully close to taking you right here on the floor.” I ground out the words that had been stuck in my throat.

  “What’s stopping you?” Liv replied, far too fucking sweetly. God, she looked like an angel, with her cheeks still flushed from the glow of the orgasm I’d witnessed.

  Her pelvis thrusting up to meet the vibrator grinding down on her sweet little hood. Her mouth opening, closing, breath forced between her teeth, the sensuous line of her back arching up, curving to meet the depths of her release...

  My balls clenched. “I can’t just let go,” I said, still holding fast to the last remnants of my restraint.

  Liv drew closer.

  “Except you can. Now. With me.” Liv traced her fingertips up my arm. “I’m not going to bite...unless you want me to.”

  I groaned as Liv whispered the words, pressing her lips against my left ear and catching my earlobe between them, rimming the fleshy edge with her tongue and nipping at it gently as she took it into her mouth.

  No, I couldn’t—it wasn’t just me I had to think about, it was Chase, my employees, my sisters, the people who depended on me.

  My body burned. Liv mewled in my ear. And I was done. Shattered. I couldn’t cling to my self-control any longer. The man who would never in a million years—even if he desperately wanted to—fuck his little sister’s best friend was gone.

  And in his place was the beast I’d been keeping muzzled ever since my father died.

  “One time,” I growled. “And then we act like this never happened.”

  “One time,” Liv agreed, a smile quirking at the edges of her lips as she ran her fingers over my stomach. “Unless fucking you is as good as I think it will be...then perhaps we could do it twice.”

  “Fuck, Liv, do you have any idea what you do to me? Your tits barely covered by that silky slip of fabric, your nipples hard, your horny fucking post-orgasmic flush clinging to you?”

  Liv gasped as I grabbed her under her ass and pulled her up against me, driving the bulge of my hard dick into her already-sensitive clit. With my other hand, I dove my fingers through her hair, clenching a fistful right at the back of her head, tugging downwards to lift her face so I could claim her mouth with my tongue.

  As my tongue raided her mouth with a hunger that stirred the pit of my being, Liv melted against me, her leg rising to rest on my hip, granting me increased access to her core.

  God, she tasted amazing. I drove her back towards the kitchen bench and lifted her so she was wedged between the bench and my hard-on.

  She moaned as I pushed into her heat. Even clothed I could feel her core was slick with desire.

  “Fuck, Nate...” Liv threw her head back as I nuzzled at her neck. Goose bumps rose on her arms as I caressed up from her hand, over her shoulder, resting to palm a breast.

  Her taut nipples, already puckered, were rounded and plump and I trailed my hot breath down her collarbone to draw a bud into my mouth, sucking on it through her gown.

  Her head arched back as she moaned. Fuck, if I wasn’t careful I’d blow my load right here before I’d had a chance to explore all of her.

  I groaned as Liv ran her hand up my arm, grabbing my jaw forcefully in her hand and pushing my head backward. Locking her fingers, she showered the underside of my jawline and neck in reciprocal kisses. Heat shot to my groin.

  “God, Liv. You don’t know what you do to me.” I pulled myself towards her, enveloping myself in her sweet honey scent. Liv’s kisses slowed as she dragged her lips across my sandpaper stubble to my ear.

  “Actually, I think I have a pretty good idea.” She panted. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Nate.”

  My dick throbbed and filled even further, my head alert and pushing uncomfortably against the elastic of my fitted boxers.

  “This isn’t about what I want you to do to me,” I responded. “It’s about what I want to do to you...and have wanted to do to you ever since I heard you moan my name when you were masturbating in your room two years ago.”

  Liv gasped, stopping her caresses to look me in the eyes. “Oh my god. When Chloe was sick?”

  I chuckled. “Uh-huh. I’m surprised you didn’t wake up Chloe with the noises you were making.”

  “Oh Jesus.” Liv’s face turns a brighter shade of red. “Does Chlo know?”

  I bit back my laughter, caressing the gown down her shoul
der. “Believe it or not I don’t make a habit of asking my sisters if they have heard their flatmates come, but for what it’s worth, I think the only thing that could have drowned you out was the sound of Chlo’s snoring.”

  Liv pulled back, her eyes flicking upwards. “Wow. I wish a sinkhole would open up and swallow me whole about now. That’s mortifying.”

  “Liv, I swear there’s only one thing I care about right now, and it’s not that.”

  I drew her in for a quick kiss.

  “All I want to do is make you come like you did before when you were being watched.”

  Liv blushed, shifting from one foot to the other. “Um, while I appreciate the sentiment, once I’ve come it usually takes me forever to orgasm a second time...”

  I stopped caressing her and looked straight into her eyes, glassy with lust and vulnerability. “Then it’s just as well we have the rest of the night to play, isn’t it?”

  Chapter Four

  Olivia

  I was going to make Nate lose his mind—if it was the last thing I did before I not-so-spontaneously combusted from the intense heat I was burning up with.

  My stomach fluttered as he kissed me, his eyes never wavering from mine. There was something more to Nate Wallis than met the eye. Behind his buttoned-up exterior was something caged, sexual, and God how I wanted to find the key. That spark in his eyes that said he wanted to indulge in the dirtiest, most depraved aspects of himself was shining stronger than ever. Fuck, it was there when he’d first stared at my cleavage when he’d stayed on our couch two years ago, and hell if it wasn’t burning up the fucking room right now.

  My skin tingled with the rough scrape of his scruff. Tonight, I wasn’t going to let him go until he’d unleashed himself. Until he had ravaged me with the deep, penetrating lust that shined so brightly in his eyes.

  Even if he did try to use my body to resist letting go.

  The thing was, even now as he kissed me furiously Nate seemed like he was holding back—like he was taking control of me because he was afraid to let go of the reins. Even with his cock as hard as it was, he still hadn’t released it from his boxers—he’d even adjusted himself a couple of times to stop his head from breaking free.