Santa’s Pretty Helper (Cam Show Crush)

10. Gabe

Ten

Gabe

I hopped online and started streaming the moment I got home. I wasn’t planning to cam tonight, but after being around Bella all day, after smelling her and touching her and listening to her laugh, I’m wound up to the point of feeling like I’m about to lose my mind.

Now, I’m in front of the camera, shirtless, zipper of my pants undone while I rub a hand across my bulge. I ache from being half-hard all afternoon, and I need this release like I need my next breath.

God, Bella. I groan as I palm myself. She looked so fucking pretty today. So fucking sweet and beautiful. The look on her face when I gave her that book, the way she blushed when she said thank you…I could’ve come in my fucking pants.

And then when I helped her put that ornament on the tree…I didn’t want to let her go. It was physically painful to take my hands off of her.

Because she should be mine. Mine to take care of. Mine to feed. Mine to love. Mine to fuck.

Mine, goddammit.

I lean back in my chair, my bare chest filling the screen. I can see users flooding the chat, excited and eager that I’ve logged on for an impromptu show. I rub a hand across my jaw, smirking as I fall into my cam persona.

“I wasn’t planning to come on tonight,” I say, and I can hear how aroused I am. My voice is low and coated in gravel. “But…” I pause, letting out a long breath that does nothing to dispel the tension in my muscles. “Let’s just say, I had a day.”

The chat blows up, questions pouring in. I chuckle, shaking my head.

“Nah, not gonna share any personal details on here. Just…someone’s been on my mind. A lot. Someone I can’t have.” I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees, peering into the camera. “You know how that is, right? When you want someone so bad, it’s like a fucking fever?” I sigh. “You can’t think straight. You can’t focus. Everything reminds you of them.” I run a hand through my hair, tugging slightly on the roots. “Fucking torture.”

Supportive, commiserating comments fill the chat. I lean back in my chair again, my hands moving to my belt. “But you know what? Fuck it. If I can’t have her, at least I can pretend. At least I can imagine what it would be like to…” I lick my lips, shaking my head.

I unbuckle my belt slowly, putting on a show. The belt buckle clanks softly, and I glance at the camera again.

“So that’s what we’re going to do tonight. We’re going to imagine. We’re going to fucking fantasize.”

I lower the zipper of my jeans, my bulge visible through my boxer briefs. I’m so fucking hard already. I stroke myself over my boxer briefs, letting my eyes fall closed. I can’t stop myself from imagining that it’s Bella’s hand, her slender fingers wrapping around me and stroking. Owning me. I groan, the image almost too much to handle.

“Fuck,” I breathe, my voice low and rough. “I wish it was you touching me like this. I wish it was your hand stroking my aching cock.”

I slip my hand inside my boxers and pull my cock out. I’m rock hard and leaking precum. I spread it around with my thumb, using it as lubrication as I start to pump my fist up and down in long, slow strokes.

“I bet you’d be so fucking good at this,” I say, groaning as I slide my thumb over the sensitive spot on the underside of my cock. “You’d be so sweet and eager to please, wouldn’t you? You’d look up at me with those fucking gorgeous green eyes, wanting to know if you’re doing a good job.”

I can picture it in excruciating detail—Bella on her knees in front of me, her lips parted, eyes dark with lust and excitement. I groan again, my hips lifting slightly off the chair as I fuck into my fist.

“You’d be such a good girl for me, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” I say, my voice a desperate growl. “You’d take my cock so deep in your little mouth that you’d choke on it. And you’re such a good fucking girl that you’d let me fuck your mouth, let me use you for my pleasure.”

Sweat beads along my hairline, and my heart is crashing around in my chest.

“And when I come,” I say, my voice barely more than a whisper now, “you’d swallow every last drop, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”

I’m lost in it now, this fantasy of Bella. My hand isn’t enough. I need more. I need to sink into this and really make it count because I know it’s all I’m ever going to have.

I’m too old for her. Eric would murder me. I’m a perverted asshole for wanting her the way I do.

I lean over, rummaging around in the drawer where I keep my camming supplies. My fingers close around the cool silicone, and I pull out the toy that’s become a poor substitute for the real thing. It’s a realistic model of a woman’s waist, hips, pussy and ass, and I might as well name it Bella because she’s the only thing I think of whenever I use it.

It’s not her, but I can pretend, and I can lie to myself that it’s enough.

I get out the lube and spread it over the pussy, imaging that it’s Bella I’m getting ready for me. I drag my fingers up and down the slit, wondering what kind of sounds she’d make for me, how hot and wet she’d be on my fingers. I slide my fingers inside, pushing the lube deep.

One hand curled around the silicone waist, I line myself up at the toy’s entrance with the other. A visceral image of Bella beneath me as I push into her for the first time sears through me and my chest hurts. I’ll never have the real thing, but I can have this.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, teasing the head of my cock in and out. I close my eyes, letting the fantasy wash over me and obliterate reality. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you, sweetheart? So fucking ready for my cock.”

I push in, the silicone slick and tight around me. I imagine that it’s Bella’s tight little pussy welcoming me in, that she’s gasping and shaking and begging for more. Begging for me.

“That’s it, baby,” I say, my voice unrecognizable. “Take my cock. Take it all. Every inch is yours.”

I begin to move, fucking the toy slowly, hips rolling. And I know it’s a toy, but in my mind, it’s Bella’s hips I’m gripping, her beautiful body beneath me as I take what I’ve wanted for so fucking long.

“You feel so good,” I tell her, my breathing ragged, my balls throbbing for release. “So fucking good. So beautiful. So perfect.”

I start to fuck her harder, deeper, my hips slapping against the toy. The sound echoes through the room, mingling with my rasping breaths.

I’m not going to last.

“You want my come, don’t you, sweetheart? You want me to fill up your pretty little pussy? Such a good girl.”

I’m close, so fucking close. My muscles are shaking, my pulse throbbing everywhere. I reach down and play with the clit on the toy. I stroke it, imagining it’s hers. I’d give anything to know how she likes to be touched. How she feels when she comes apart.

“I want you to come with me, baby. Come for me as I fill you up.” I fuck the toy harder and faster while stroking the clit, and I lose control as I start to come. “Oh, god. Bella. Fuck. Fuck. Bella, oh Christ, Bella.”