Chapter 23

CHAPTER 23

Riley

After a good long nap and a day spent actually relaxing, I felt better than I had in a while. My hangover was even dissipating.

I settled in on my couch with my computer around eight, the first time I’d really gone online all day.

Opening up my laptop, my first task was always checking my email, which was always packed not just with spam and promotional sign ups, but my students were also free to email me if they had questions, or if someone wanted to come in on Sunday afternoon during my set times and use the studio.

I’d gotten through most of my emails when I came across one that was sent from an anonymous address, with the subject “Your boyfriend.”

I immediately dismissed it, thinking it was spam or some porn bot initially, but then reality hit me.

My email was my school email. That email was filtered pretty good, and I’d never gotten anything remotely sexual on there.

Which only intrigued me more to click open.

There was nothing, but a link. No hello, no sincerely so-and-so, just a link to an Only Fans page.

The email itself was encrypted, and as far as I could tell there was no way to figure out who’d sent it.

Curiosity got the better of me, but I wished it hadn’t at that moment. Because that was the moment everything changed.

I clicked the link.

Which brought me to an Only Fans page that was streaming live, and my blood ran straight to my cock as shame, guilt, and panic flooded me.

Eric’s bright, beautiful blue eyes stared at me through the screen, his thick, swollen pink cock head sliding through his wet hands. He was naked, on his bed , stroking himself as he gazed into the camera, his deep, breathy voice cursing as he slathered his cock in precum, slowly thrusting himself into his hand.

My cock twitched as my blood rushed, my insides turning with arousal as much as panic.

Comments came flying in across the screen, talking about his daily loads, saying dirty things I’d only heard in my audiobooks.

I shut the lid of my computer, sucking in a deep breath.

My cock was as solid as marble, and I swallowed harshly as it twitched in my sweatpants.

“What the fuck?” I asked aloud to the empty room, panic lacing through me.

A part of me couldn’t believe what I’d seen, thinking I must have imagined it.

My breathing hitched as my cock throbbed with need.

Catching my breath, I slowly opened the laptop once more, needing to know if I had indeed imagined it, or someone was playing a dumb prank on me or something.

The video picked up right where it left off, and sure enough, my eyes did not deceive me.

I watched Eric, or as a cursory glance down at his handle read, XxPrinceAyricxX, smack his cock before spitting on it. The memory of his hardness in my mouth only made the strain against my sweats more restrictive, and one glance at the wet spot forming made me feel guilty as all hell, but I knew what I needed to do to feel sane.

So that I could think clearly.

I settled the laptop down on my coffee table before shimmying out of my sweats. My cock sprang free, stiff as a steel pole. My cock head was already pretty wet from the friction of my pants, pressing against a fabric prison. Shakily, I cupped my head, my eyes closing for a brief moment as Eric’s breathy moans filled the air.

“You want to watch me fuck my hand?” he purred, his voice through the speakers silky and smooth. It was almost like he was truly in the room with me.

I could hear the comments rolling in, like wind chimes.

“You want to watch me fuck my toy?” he groaned, and I pretended it was me he was talking to.

“Yes,” I breathed out loud in the space of my living room, desperate for relief.

Make me your toy...

I watched as Eric smirked on camera, grabbing himself once more. His fingers slid through the sticky mix of precum and spit, and my own cock ached as I increased my pace.

I watched as Eric took some black, sleek contraption, sliding it over his cock. From the front, I watched it disappear, thrusting in tandem. He turned to his side, the view highlighting his defined muscles, his hips and flexing abs as he thrust himself into the sleek toy, and I couldn’t help how my mind wandered guiltily down a path I knew I shouldn’t traverse.

Eric’s voice screwed up as he cursed, groaning as his thrusts increased.

“Fuck!” he cried out as he pulled out, his release dripping down the silicone, spraying like a damn fountain as he dropped the toy to the floor, bracing himself against the bed.

“Oh fuck!” I cried out in unison as I came, watching his muscles contract as he continued to pump himself, his breath heavy, eyes shut in ecstasy as his release covered his abs.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice a breathy whisper.

My own orgasm tortured me as I continued my own climax, filled with relief, but also guilt. I closed my eyes as reality set in, and the sound of the video cut out.

I looked at my cum-covered cock, at the black box on the computer screen, at his name in the lower corner.

XxPrinceAyricxX.

The banner at the top of the page listed a boatload of subscribers and I realized all at once, this was what he did.

Eric was a... what?

A stripper?

A porn star?

A... camboy?

My phone dinged, my gaze fixing on it like a laser beam.

I reached out to the arm of the couch where it lay, picking it up with shaky breath.

Is 10:00 am okay?

Eric’s text stared at me from beneath the lit glass of my phone, calling me like a beacon.

My heart raced as I swallowed harshly, running my clean hand over the screen.

Sure.

I texted him back, feeling like the dirtiest human being on the planet. Knowing what he was doing only moments ago.

That I was watching him.

Eric sent back a thumbs up, and I dropped my phone as the sob came.

I breathed out a sigh of exasperation as my eyes filled with tears. My softening cock weeped its last bit of release, and I felt so fucking guilty.

This was a dangerous game I’d fallen into.

Eric was dangerous.

While I couldn’t deny my attraction to Eric, I knew progressing further into a relationship now would be like walking on a tightrope.

If the wrong person recognized him...

I looked at the tab on my screen for my email, my heart sinking.

Perhaps someone already had.

A tear rolled down my face, because I knew what I needed to do.

But I didn’t want to.

I really didn’t fucking want to.

Because despite the shock, the guilt of what I’d done, what I’d seen...

Somehow I knew it wasn’t him. Not really.

The Eric I knew was fun, and carefree, and a bit of a brat at times, and I was in love with him.

But I was scared. Scared of the uncertainty, of worrying about whether or not someone would talk, because they clearly knew.

I didn’t want to wind up in the Principal’s office or something.

No, I needed to do the right thing before things went too far.

They’ve already gone too far.

I wiped my tears with a shaky hand as I tucked my limp cock back in my pants, closing the lid to the laptop once and for all.

And when I showered that night, not even the hottest water could wash me clean.