Page 9 of Caught in His Sights
The embarrassment of exposing myself to someone like Caleb sends a thrill of shame down my spine, and liquid desire leaks from my entrance. Knowing how much I don’t compare to the beautiful Omegas who grace his arm in public only turns me on more.
My clothes fall to the floor, revealing my lean body, lacking any muscle definition or curves.
“Turn around,” Caleb orders, studying my naked form before he focuses on my leaking erection and the slick coating my thighs. “At this rate, I won’t even need to touch you to make you come.”
My head jerks up. “That wasn’t my last request. You said you’d have sex with me.”
“Only if you get me going.” He gestures toward the couch. “Go sit down.”
I obey, feeling more exposed than ever when I perch on the edge of the cushions.
Caleb sits on the coffee table in front of me and shoves his gun into a hidden holster under his arm before he pulls out his phone, pointing it in my direction.
Confused, I look from the green light on the device to him. “What are you doing?”
A sly smile plays on his lips. “Recording your efforts to turn me on.”
My dick jumps at the thought, and Caleb’s grin broadens. “You like the idea of me having this video, don’t you?”
Unable to hide my excitement, I nod.
But then his tone shifts, becoming more serious. “How would you feel about me posting it online for others to see?”
An anxious knot twists in my stomach, and my hands drop to cover my lap.
Caleb’s eyes gleam as he catches a whiff of vulnerability. “So, there is something you’re afraid of.”
“Please don’t,” I whisper, my erection waning.
“Why not?” His focus remains fixed on me, as if puzzling out a difficult problem. “You’ll be dead, and you have no loved ones, right?”
But Dylan could still be out there, and despite all my fantasies, I don’t want him to see my last moments in a low-quality snuff film.
“Maybe you don’t have to die, Oliver.” Caleb leans toward me with a predatory grin. “This is enough blackmail to force you into quitting your job instead.”
Panic rises in my chest. “Wait, we made a deal!”
“If you’re a good boy, I’ll still fuck you,” he promises, the words sending shivers down my spine. “You still want that, right?”
Unable to resist the temptation, I nod.
“Then put your feet next to my thighs, move lower on the couch, and stop hiding.” He points the phone at my waist. “Show off for me.”
The sharp edge of the table digs into my bare soles when I settle my legs on either side of Caleb and scoot down until my ass hangs half off the cushion.
“Look at your sloppy hole, so desperate for me.” Caleb licks his lips. “Now, let me see how you touch yourself while staring at those pictures of me.”
Pulse hammering, I wrap my hand around my semi-soft dick, the pre-cum from earlier adding an easy glide.
Beneath Caleb’s intense stare, with the camera rolling, I harden once more, both aroused and ashamed. I can’t believe I’m doing this, performing for the man of my fantasies.
He shifts one knee, knocking my leg wider. “You don’t only use the front, do you?”
Breath quickening, I slip one hand past my balls to my slick hole and push my fingers inside, wet noises filling the otherwise silent apartment. Pleasure curls my toes, every desperate pant dragging in Caleb’s pheromones. They make my body burn to be spread open, to have this Alpha breed me.
As I add another finger, a bulge grows behind Caleb’s zipper, tightening his pants. My ass clenches, and I roll my hips, my hands working faster. His cock looks larger than the toy I ordered online.
When my attention shifts toward the entryway table, Caleb follows my line of sight. “What are you looking at?”