Free Caught on Camera: Part Two by Lily Harlem Page A

movie, a short film with himself as one of the main characters.
    And it wasn’t any old movie. It was a porn movie.
    The video had moved on. He was on his knees sucking Cade’s cock now. His enthusiasm was obvious, as was how much Cade was enjoying receiving the blow job.
    Cade’s head was tipped back and his buttocks had an adorable little dip in the side that clenched and unclenched as he thrust forwards and backwards into Reece’s mouth.
    Reece slipped his hand down the waistband of his boxers and tugged his stiffening cock free.
    Damn, he was insatiable today. He’d been fucked to the point he hardly knew his own name and certainly hadn’t noticed he was being filmed, yet here he was again, ready to go.
    They were in the hot tub. Reece with a blissed out expression as Cade worked him to the edge. Cade was studying him, his gaze taking in all of Reece’s expressions and shifts and sighs. Cade was enjoying himself, enjoying touching him, and his shoulder muscles were bunching as he worked Reece up to a frenzy.
    Reece swallowed, his mouth was a little dry. He’d had his eyes closed then and hadn’t realized just how much Cade was studying him.
    “Ah yeah,” he said on a sigh. He copied what Cade was doing on the screen. Although his hand had been under the water, Reece knew exactly what pressure and speed he’d used. He replicated it now and groaned, the way he had in the hot tub.
    “That’s it,” he whispered, as the screen switched to the grand finale.
    His on-screen self was bent over the sunlounger, legs straight, arms braced, with Cade pounding into him. In reality there’d been some damn decent foreplay between hot tub and this moment—a delicious amount of finger-fucking and stretching and Cade easing Reece open and lubing him up. The video didn’t show any of that. It was pure bare-arsed fucking.
    Reece sped up the attentions on his cock and watched his small face contort with pleasure.
    During edits, Cade had perfectly caught the moment that Reece came. Clever bastard.
    Reece had never seen himself orgasm before. Never even thought about it. But now that he was seeing it, he was fascinated. He’d gritted his teeth, shut his eyes then, as the moment crested, he’d dropped his jaw, his face slackened and he’d grunted and cried out.
    His whole body trembled and he yanked his erection harder, the visual memory of that orgasm meant another was searing toward him. He clenched his buttocks and imagined Cade’s big cock in his arse again. He could still feel the sting, a delicious residual ache from the pounding.
    He watched Cade orgasm. The way he’d pulled at Reece’s hair was rough and had made Reece’s back and neck arch, angled his face to the camera.
    Reece felt his abdominal muscles tighten. He was going to come again. Already. After just a few jerks of his cock it was there.
    “Fucking hell,” he muttered, staring at the screen.
    Several slaps of cum burst out of his cock and landed on his belly.
    He grunted, resisted screwing his eyes up and kept his attention on the phone. The video had finished onto a frozen image of Cade buried deep in his arse. Cade was in the middle of coming, his mouth was open and his fingers digging into Reece’s hip and hair. Reece could remember the sounds he’d made.
    Another gloop of pleasure shot from Reece’s dick. Reece wanted Cade again. There was no doubt about it. And as his body pulsed through the final spurt of release, he knew that watching himself have sex was something he’d do again.
    Who’d have thought it? Certainly not Reece, who wasn’t even into watching porn as a rule. But seeing himself and Cade? That was erotic in the extreme. That he liked.
     
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    Reece turned into the driveway of the Henley-Smythe’s mansion the next morning, feeling tired. He hadn’t slept well. Thoughts and memories had spun around his head all night.
    Cade, beautiful, wild, masculine and sexy, had pushed him to the very brink of what he could