Page 56 of The Money Shot
“Please,” he breathed out, tears in his eyes. “I want to come so badly.”
But I had other plans. Straddling his chest once more, I thrust my cock into his waiting mouth. He eagerly sucked and stroked with a hunger that drove me wild. I felt myself getting closer to the edge, but I didn’t want it to end just yet.
Suddenly, it hit me—this was all being recorded. And it would be much better for the viewers if I lasted a little longer. With a grunt of frustration, I yanked my cock out of Liam’s mouth.
“No,” he whimpered, looking up at me with those wide eyes. “Please...”
I couldn’t resist any longer. Giving in to my own desires, I thrust back into his mouth one last time as my orgasm washed over me.
“Shit, oh fuck,” I bit off through clenched teeth. My entire body shook as my load went down his hungry throat. Then I fell onto the bed next to him, struggling to catch my breath.
“That was amazing,” Liam breathed. I glanced over to his cock, which now had a stream of pre-come leaking down to his balls. Every few seconds his hips would twitch, and he’d pull against the handcuffs. “Please, God, let me come,” Liam moaned.
I couldn’t deny him any longer. I reached down, grabbing his soaking-wet cock, and stroked it in earnest. His eyes rolled back in his head as I touched him.
“That’s it,” I murmured, my voice low and soothing. “I want to taste your load, Lucien.” I bent my head down and took his cock in my mouth. Immediately, he began to piston his cock in and out of my mouth, while a stream of gibberish issued from his lips.
“Oh God, here it comes,” Liam’s arms pulled at his restraints, then his entire body tensed and a flood of come shot down my eager throat. “Yes, oh God, yes!”
Jesus, I’d only been with a few guys, but had never felt even a fraction of the passion I felt now. But as the euphoria faded, reality set in. This wasn’t just a steamy encounter between me and Liam—it was all for the sake of the FantasyFans page. And while it was incredibly hot and thrilling, it also left a bittersweet taste in my mouth. Why did we wait so long to explore these desires? I pushed those thoughts away as I got off the bed.
“Where are the keys to the handcuffs?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
Liam’s face flushed with embarrassment. “They should be in one of the bags.”
I walked over to the closet and searched through the bags. After finding them, I stood next to the bed and unlocked the handcuffs, then helped Liam sit up. He rubbed his sore wrists and looked at me with a crooked smile.
“Drake, I’ve never come so hard before in my life.” Liam shook his head and a small giggle escaped. “Just imagine, we’ve got all weekend to play with these toys.”
I glanced over at the bags, realizing that as fun as the sexy gadgets were, none of them could compare with my best friend.
“My dick’s gotta rest, Lucien. Aren’t you exhausted yet?”
Liam bit his lip and lowered his eyes. He stared directly at my cock, which grew harder under his gaze.
“Looks like you’re waking up again.” Liam gingerly got out of bed and walked over to the bags. He stuck his hand inside one of them, then pulled out a cardboard box. On it was a picture of a large, clear, plastic thing I’d never seen before.
“You ever heard of a Fleshlight, Drake?”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Liam
The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, striping the room with soft golden lines. My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I noticed was Jack’s warm body pressed against mine. I held him, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. His steady breaths tickled the back of my hand, and the faintest smile curved his lips. I didn’t want to move, didn’t want to ruin this fragile, stolen moment of closeness.
But then I glanced down, and reality hit me like a freight train.
The floor was a battlefield—sex toys scattered everywhere like forgotten soldiers. A massive pink dildo lay discarded next to an almost half-empty jug of lube. My cheeks burned as the memories of the weekend came rushing back. Nine videos in two days. Nine. Was that some kind of record? It had to be.
My body ached in ways I didn’t know it could—a soreness that felt oddly satisfying, like the aftermath of a particularly grueling workout. Except this wasn’t just physical. It was something deeper, something I couldn’t quite name. I’d never felt this way after sex before—not that I’d had a ton of experience—but with Jack, it was different. It wasn’t mechanical. It wasn’t forced. For the first time in my life, it felt… real. Like it mattered.
I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, and spotted my phone lying next to the jug of lube. I reached out slowly, cringing as the mattress creaked under my weight. My fingers closed around the phone, and I brought it close, squinting at the screen. 5:56 AM. Almost six. Jack needed to get up for work soon.
I sighed and set the phone back down, letting my head sink into the pillow. God, I wished he didn’t have to go. I wished he could stay here all day, wrapped up in this ridiculous little bubble we’d created over the weekend. A bubble where nothing else existed—no jobs, no bills, no expectations. Just us.
But the weekend was over, and reality was waiting to crash down on us like a wave. Jack had made the rules clear from the start: we only did this for the camera. Nothing more. I’d agreed because I thought I could handle it. Because I didn’t want to lose him, not even as a friend. And if this was the only way to keep him close, I’d take it.
The truth, though? I’d insisted on making all those videos, not because we needed the content, but because I didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t wantusto stop. But now that I was lying here, holding him in the quiet aftermath, I realized just how much I hated those rules.