Chapter 7
7
F uck. With the way Davian’s ass felt around his dick, Camren was in heaven. His sass, and his desperation to defend his crumbling walls, were a huge turn-on. Davian had always been emotionally challenging, and had always tried to keep to himself when times were rough. But to see him now, blond hair sticking against his flushed cheeks, nostrils flared, those blue eyes filled with that haunting fear, and those lips…
“Hmm.” Camren pressed his lips against that beautiful mouth. “You are the greatest gift in my life. Every single part of you.” He thrust slowly inside Davian, not wanting to rush this moment. The dark side of him wanted every fucking student to see how he claimed his property, but he knew Davian would be embarrassed.
Davian was always embarrassed. Except when he had to present difficult, intelligent stuff. Then he was in his element.
What was new was his fear. The first time Camren had caught those pupil-blown eyes was right after he’d kissed him. He’d thought it was because his best friend wanted it too, but then his muscles had become rigid and he’d thrown Camren off and away.
He slapped onto a bare ass cheek, making Davian hiss. “Very nice and firm indeed, and blushing so beautifully.”
“I’m no toy,” Davian snarled.
Fisting those blond strands, Camren yanked his head back. His lips brushed against his pierced ear. “If I say you are a toy, you are a toy. My toy.”
Davian struggled in his hold, panting and snarling.
“Touch your dick. I bet you’re hard and leaking.”
“No, you fucking?—”
“Touch it.”
Davian lowered his hand and started stroking his cock.
“There we go. Does that make you feel good?” He didn’t miss how Davian’s shoulders slumped, how his head sagged forward. A faint nod. “Now tell me, I’ve reopened your family’s store so that part is covered. But I also have questions, and I’m going to need you to spell it out for me. You came to me tonight because you trusted in the promise we made when we were best friends. Is that right?” His hips rolled slowly against Davian’s perfect cheeks, his dick buried deeply inside that tight ass. Camren wanted to come but needed to hold it just a little. “Is that right?”
He craved the truth.
Davian shuddered. “Yes.”
“Good boy. Did you miss me, baby?”
He’d barely spilled the words, when Davian balked. He snarled and snapped his hips back in an attempt to free himself.
“No,” Camren kept Davian’s head back to feel that swallowing Adam’s apple against the pad of his finger. He rolled his hips faster, bucking into Davian with fast, deep thrusts that made both of them moan. “No more hiding.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“Ah yes, that I am. But not to you.”
That was the truth. Camren didn’t get it. Sliding his hand around Davian’s cheek, he made him peer up his way, then captured his mouth in a bruising kiss. Davian moaned in surprise, and Camren caught the moment he wanted to flee by pressing Davian tighter against his skin. By nipping at his lower lip and tugging it even closer, before swiping his tongue over the trembling flesh. Davian panted against Camren’s lips, and when he gave Damian the lead, he hesitantly took it. Swiping his tongue over Camren’s parted lips, he made his entrance, inviting Camren into a game of seduction. And he felt like he was a king. It was the first time Davian took initiative, the first time he showed Camren that he wanted it too. It felt like fucking victory.
With one hand curled around Davian’s face and the other one with a bruising hold on his hip , Camren kept on slowing the pace, heart trashing in his chest. Not yet. He pulled his mouth away, not missing how Davian chased his.
“So answer me, baby, did you miss me?”
“You know I did,” Davian grumbled. “Fuck you.” His hand slid back and squeezed Camren’s.
“Here. Feel your own ass. Feel how soft your skin is.” Directing Davian’s fingers, he guided them to where they were connected. “Do you feel my dick? It fucking loves being inside you, claiming you.”
Davian shivered.
“But this is not how this works, baby. You missing me, calling me for help, me saving your family. It’s not complete. Something’s missing, and you know what that is, don’t you? I need you to share your fears with me. I need you to fucking allow me to keep you. Because you’re right in one thing—” rocking faster, Camren felt his climax approach. Releasing that warm cheek, he slid his hand down to where Davian’s trembling hand was still working his own weeping dick. He took over, pumping Davian fast. “Look around you.”
They both peered up, temporarily pulled out of their bubble. Balloons were still fluttering around, though most students had moved on from the entertainment. Some of them stared openly at them from a safe distance. “See all those eyes? They’re on us. On me . Because I can have every single one of them here. But I don’t want any of them, do I?”
Davian’s muscles tensed and Camren knew he was close. When he let out a desperate mewl, Camren was done for. Eyes rolling back, he buried his head in Davian’s blond hair and howled as come erupted from his cock and inside that glorious ass. “It’s you I want,” he murmured, the words dimmed when Davian came on a string of moans, dick pulsing with cream.
The barman’s outreached hands offered tissues and two shots of jagx without the man as much as gazing their way. Camren quickly wiped Davian clean. Davian, who looked exhausted with red, puffy lips and drooping, brilliant eyes. Once they were both fully dressed, he cupped Davian’s face and brought them close, swiping their mouths together. “I’m not the kind of guy who begs, but for you, I fucking will. I want the truth. I want to know what the haunting look in your eyes is, what is your fear. So like you, I’m going to have a fucking great night. And if you want to talk? Just come and get me.”
“Davian!” It was Jaro, calling out from the crowd.
Camren fisted Davian’s hair and tilted him back once more, licking a line down his throat. “But don’t get me wrong. Even if you don’t come to me, you will come home with me tonight. I bought you. Though the choice is yours—you don’t talk? I’ll take you out of here like my fucktoy , kicking and screaming. You come clean? I’ll bring you home as my boyfriend, with your head held high. I promise you, either way I’ll have a fucking good time with you. It’s you who might have a reputation to uphold, so I’d think carefully if I were you.”