Santa’s Pretty Helper (Cam Show Crush)

7. Bella

Seven

Bella

“Holy shit,” I whisper, pressing my fingers to my lips. Gabe’s cock is hard and gorgeous. And huge. Thick and long and with a vein running up the side that I want to lick. I want to suck on the flared mushroom head, want to cup his balls in my hands and make him moan as he teaches me exactly how to make him feel good. How to make him come.

I stare at his gorgeous cock, my clit throbbing, my breathing ragged. I ache in a way that I’ve never ached before.

He drizzles a bit of lube onto his cock, and I moan at the sight. I’m lost as he wraps his big hand around himself and starts to stroke slowly. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I can do is feel as my body responds to the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

“You like this?” he murmurs, his voice low and raspy. “You like watching me touch myself?”

I nod, even though I know he can’t see me. Yes, I like it. I fucking love it. I cup my wet pussy over top of my leggings, rubbing slowly. I can feel how warm and wet I am through the fabric. I’m soaked. Aching and empty.

Gabe starts to move his hand a little faster, and I can’t stop myself from slipping my hand under my leggings and into my soaked panties. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this wet before. I’m hot and slippery, and it feels so damn good as I circle my fingers around my swollen clit.

“Fuck, I’m so hard tonight,” Gabe growls, stroking himself with long, hard pulls. He thrusts up into his fist and I whimper at the sight, imagining what he’d look like thrusting into me. The sound of Gabe’s moans fills my bedroom as my hand moves in time with his, stroking my clit as he works his cock. I’m breathing hard, my heart pounding, my clit throbbing. I’m making an absolute mess in my panties.

Tips start rolling in, the sound of notifications echoing through my laptop speakers. Gabe smirks, his eyes dark. “You’re all so generous tonight,” he murmurs. “We’ve already reached our goal.” I glance down into the bottom left corner of the screen, where performers will often put a goal for the show. Gabe’s goal tonight is a simple one: cum show. That means if he reaches a certain tip threshold, he’ll come on screen.

Yes. Please.

I’m already so close, my body tensing almost to the point of pain as I rub my clit in fast, firm circles. Gabe puts more lube on his cock and then starts to stroke himself faster than before, his fist twisting slightly on the upstroke. “Is this what you want to see?” he growls. “You want to see me come for you?”

I nod again, powerless to do anything but respond to his voice. Yes, I want to see him come, more than anything. Well, almost anything. More than anything, I wish he was actually here in my bedroom, stroking that big cock before sliding it inside me and taking my virginity.

He groans loudly, his head falling back, his eyes closing. His hand moves faster, his hips thrusting up. His balls are hard and tight and I moan at the sight of Gabe coming undone. I rub faster, my fingers moving in tight circles around my throbbing clit.

“Fuck,” Gabe groans, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I can see his balls pulse as he starts to come, erupting onto his hand, splashing onto his stomach.

The sight of Gabe coming pushes me over the edge, and I come. Hard. So hard that my vision fades around the edges and I forget to breathe. Waves of intense pleasure wash over me, my body shaking as I keep toying with my sensitive clit. I don’t take my eyes off of Gabe, watching as he strokes his cock a few more times, making another spurt of come drip out.

I slow my movements, pressing my fingers against my overly sensitive clit. I’m tingling and feel all floaty with my release. I flop back against my pillows, unable to wrap my mind around what I just watched.

Gabe, my years long crush, just stroked his massive dick to orgasm on camera.

I watch, feeling limp and sated, as he grins at the camera while he cleans himself up. He looks so much more relaxed now as he works the towel over his stomach, his half-hard cock.

“So sexy,” I whisper, longing sitting like a weight in the center of my chest.

“See you next time,” Gabe says, his voice languid and lighter than before. He winks at the camera before ending the stream. I’m left staring at his profile picture, my body still humming with the aftermath of my orgasm. I can’t believe I just watched that. I can’t believe he does this. I take a deep breath, the shock starting to wear off. And as the shock dissipates, I’m left with something akin to hunger.

I need more. I’ll never have him in real life, but I can have this, and maybe it’ll be enough.

I scroll through his profile, scanning the menu of subscription tiers. I immediately subscribe to the VIP option, which gives me access to everything—replays of live shows, access to a private chat channel, exclusive VIP only shows, alerts whenever he’s online.

A thrill runs through me as the subscription confirms and I’m prompted to create a user name. I type MistletoeHolly in, and when I’m finished, a glittery red VIP badge appears beside my name. I scroll through his exclusive content, and I feel like a starving person at a buffet. There are photos of Gabe shirtless, photos of Gabe naked, photos of Gabe with come dripping down his cock. There are a few archived live streams I have access to—it looks like he’s only been on the site for about a week—and a couple of teaser videos.

I’m relieved to see that he’s only ever alone in the videos. I don’t think I could stomach watching him with someone else. It would kill me, quite possibly literally because it would tear my heart to shreds.

I hover my cursor over the videos, and I already know that as soon as I’m recovered from my recent orgasm, I’m going to get a toy out and go again. In one of the videos, Gabe’s stroking himself with a Fleshlight. In another, he’s washing himself in the shower and slowly fucking his soapy fist. In another, he’s fucking another toy, this one shaped like a woman’s pussy and ass.

My stomach flips and my pussy clenches. That’s the one I want to watch. I can imagine it’s me he’s fucking, me on the receiving end of his attention.

I sit up, head to the bathroom to wash my hands, and get a bottle of water from the fridge. I’m parched, probably because I’ve been panting and salivating over Gabe. I lean a hip against the counter, and then it hits me.

How on earth am I going to be able to look him in the eye and act like everything is the same as it’s always been? I know what he looks like naked, how big his beautiful cock is, what he sounds like when he comes. My face flames.

Shit.

I’ve been looking forward to the Christmas tree decorating party, but know I don’t know how I’m going to make it through. Can I act normal around him? I’m not a good actress, and I get flustered so easily.

I head back to my room and flop down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Maybe I shouldn’t go. I could lie, say I’m sick, hide out here. But even as I mull that over, I know I don’t want to do that. I want to go to the party, my family will be sad if I don’t, and it’s not like I can avoid Gabe forever. He’s Eric’s best friend and often comes to family events.

And even though it’s going to be awkward and I have no idea how I’m going to navigate it, I still want to see Gabe. I can’t pass up the chance to be near him. I want to hear his laugh, smell his cologne, feel his arms around me when he gives me a hug. I’m drawn to him like a magnet, and watching him cam hasn’t changed that.

In fact, it’s only made me want him more.