Love Online(21)

My eyes were glued to his hand, moving up and down his silky hard shaft. “Now I can.”

He began to jerk himself harder. “What do you think?”

Ryder was more well-endowed than most men I’d seen naked.

“That’s the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen, and I swear to God I’m not lying this time.” I laughed.

“Despite the fact that you’re laughing, I’ll choose to believe you.”

“You know it’s true. You know you’re a beautiful man.” I slid my hands down to my waist. “Do you want me to take off my panties?”

“Yes. I want to see how wet you are.”

I removed my shorts and took my lace thong off, putting it close to the camera so he could see my wet spot.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“That’s real arousal.”

He let out a guttural sound. “You’re killing me right now. I wish I could smell the fabric, wish I could taste you.”

I slid my hand down to my clit and rubbed it as I continued to watch him jerking off.

“Spread your legs for me, Eden.”

I did as he said. “What else do you want?”

“I want you to do whatever you want. I just want to watch.”

“Will you pretend your hand is my pussy?”

“Already there.”

As we stopped talking and enjoyed the act of pleasuring ourselves together, I thought about how different this was. I felt much more vulnerable than I did when working because, plain and simple, every part of this was real, not mechanical.

He quickly lost control. There was nothing sexier than the sound of his breath quickening, watching his body shake as he climaxed. I loved watching him come and let myself go at the exact moment he did.

Ryder collapsed against his headboard. “You win.”

My chest was rising and falling. “What do I win?”

“You’ve finally turned me into a perverted cam john whose main objective is my next orgasm—because I’m totally ready to fucking do that again.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.”

It was the first genuine orgasm I’d ever had on camera, because it didn’t feel like I was on camera. It was a real sexual experience.





CHAPTER EIGHT




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RYDER




It was bound to happen, I guess.

Living in the same town, there was no way I was going to get away with not running into Mallory and her new man at some point. It finally happened when I’d least expected it.

I was in the middle of The Grove, casually strolling with a gelato in hand. It had been a pretty relaxing day. My father was out of the office, and I’d left early to buy a few things after work. The sun was setting. It was one of the rare times I was just chilling by myself.

Figures.

My heart dropped. There she was, hand-in-hand with him as they gazed into the storefront window at Barney’s.

My first inclination was to run in the opposite direction, but a part of me knew taking advantage of the opportunity fate had put right in front of me was the better option. This wasn’t going to be any easier three months down the line. I needed to get it over with so the unknown wouldn’t matter anymore. This was the last step to moving on, as far as I was concerned.

Mallory looked good. She had her long, black hair tied up in a ponytail and was wearing white capris and a fitted tank top. My eyes trailed down to the guy’s hand on her ass. It made me uncomfortable but didn’t upset me the way I thought it might.

I’d seen a photo of this guy, Aaron, before because my friend Benny, the ever-helpful bearer of good news, had screenshot it off of Facebook. I was secretly pleased to see that while he was a good-looking dude, he was much shorter than me in person.

I forced myself to walk right up to them and said, “Hey.” It came out almost too enthusiastically.

Mallory flinched, realizing it was me standing before her. “Hi.” She swallowed, looking extremely uncomfortable.

I immediately turned to the guy. “You must be Aaron.”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

I held my hand out. “I’m—”

“I know who you are,” he said as he took my hand.

Of course. In Mallory’s world, I was infamous—in the book of her life, probably the biggest antagonist. I was sure she’d filled him in on all of the details of our demise, a great example of all of the things not to do. Still, I’d loved her. I wanted her to have closure, and this was me giving it to her.

I sucked up my pride. “Hey, I hear congratulations are in order.”

She cleared her throat. “Yeah. We…we got engaged.” Rather than stick her hand out like most women might to display an engagement ring, she moved her hand behind her as if to hide it from me.

Interesting. Not sure if it meant anything, but I noticed.

It was weird. I’d always imagined this moment as worse than it actually was. As uncomfortable as it may have been to chat with Mallory and her fiancé, I did want her to be happy. My issues with how our relationship ended had more to do with my own guilt than anything.

“I want you to know I wish you the best. I’m really glad I ran into you today because I probably wouldn’t have made a point to tell you that otherwise.”