Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“You have very good tastes, so I can understand that. She seemed like an interesting character the last time I was there.”
“Yeah, she can be…different. You can’t take anything she says too seriously. But she’s fun and cool, and it’s interesting hearing about what she refers to as her golden days in Hollywood.”
“There’s quite a strange crew of people living in Fever Falls right now. Hottie Firefighter, Ashton Carmichael, Serena Middleton-Stuart, Rush Alexander.”
“Like the sign says, ‘Up-and-coming.’”
I snickered at the reference.
“Okay, so now I think I’m ready for my reward.”
He glanced himself over, offering me a taste of that sheepish side that fascinated me since I knew it would dissolve the moment he shed his clothes and gave me what I wanted.
He removed his boxers and panned the camera down, granting me my view of those sexy undies. Then he panned back up to his face, looking confident as hell.
“There we are. There’s the Keegan I wanted to see. Now lose the shirt and back up a little. I want to see all of you.”
He smiled wider and set his phone down, pulling his shirt off and throwing it aside before setting his camera up and then doing a little pose before it, one that strutted his ass.
“You mind if I jerk off?” I asked.
“Are you comfortable doing that?” Keegan asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Video chatting getting off with me. You aren’t worried about this leaking online or something?”
“This is the way most of my political friends have to interact with each other in the modern world. We don’t get to see each other often. And the only way anyone will end up with this is if one of us records and sends it to the press. I certainly trust you not to do that. And I can’t imagine you think I’ll be the one recording it. Although, if I were to, it’d be strictly for private use. But if it makes you uneasy…”
“No, not at all. I’ve been dying, not being able to mess around with you, so anything we can do is fine by me. I just didn’t want you to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.”
“Then it’s settled. I’m going to come.”
He chuckled. “If you get to come, then I’m definitely coming too.” He hurried to his drawer and retrieved some lube.
“Looks like you have some great expectations for this session.”
“I have just had that experience where I’ve jerked off until my dick was raw, and I’m not eager to experience that again, considering I’ll probably be going at it pretty intensely.”
“I like the sound of that.”
I slid my pants down and licked my palm before enjoying a rub while Keegan lounged across his bed. He slid down his panties, cupping the waistband around his balls.
He applied lube and rubbed his shaft, pleasuring himself as I—his own personal voyeur—jerked my own cock, enjoying the view he provided.
“Let me see your face,” I ordered.
He panned the phone camera back up his body, permitting me a view of his pretty smile. “Why do you want to see my face?”
“I like seeing the expressions you make when you’re turned on, when it feels good, and especially when you come.”
“I wish you were here, making me shoot.”
“What would you want me to do to you?”
His gaze wandered, and that soft pink shade filled his cheeks. “I want to feel you inside me. All of you, O.”
As my cock expanded in my grasp, I chuckled. “And here I thought I was already as hard as I could get. What else do you want? Don’t hold back. I want you to be honest with me.”
“I want you to…”
He hesitated.
“Tell me. I want to know.”
“Call me beautiful.”
It reminded me of why he wore the panties. He wanted to feel beautiful, and I wanted him to feel that way too. He deserved to feel beautiful.
“I don’t think that will be an issue…beautiful Keegan.”
His eyes rolled back as he continued stroking himself off.
I found myself jerking quickly with my own dick.
“My beautiful, perfect Keegan.”
“O, I’m— I’m— Do you want to see me come?”
“No, I want to watch your face as you shoot. Let me see how much you enjoy it.”
And I knew the moment he came by the way his eyes popped open and he moaned, twisting about on his bed.
It was enough to send me to my own end, granting me the relief I’d needed with him.
And oh, what a relief it was.
“I want to see it, O,” he whispered, and I panned my phone camera down so he could see all that I’d shot across my thigh.
I heard him snicker, and we shared smiles over the phone before he said, “Well, I look forward to more of these moments, for sure, before I get to see you in person again.”
And I did too.
25
Keegan
Two more agonizing weeks passed before Owen finally had a chance to break free of his obligations and come back to Fever Falls for a far more extended stay. I had him for at least three weeks, and that was a decent amount of time, considering it had been pure torture being limited to interactions over the phone and through video chat. Amazing as they had been, they only added to my eager anticipation of getting to have Owen in person.