11. Riley #5
When he lifted his torso, he was a gorgeous giant in possession of both my body and my soul.
My heart beat in unison with his and I found myself falling hard for him in this instant of eye contact.
Everything I had been willfully ignoring for months finally filled me to the brim and made itself known.
How had I survived the last three years apart at all?
How had I lived with the belief I would never see him again?
Obviously, we belonged here, coiling and tangling, bringing each other to the climax that shattered my universe.
Cam lifted my legs, fucking me at a steady, merciless pace, and I hooked my ankles behind his neck.
With the pure strength of an athlete, Cameron knelt straight as an arrow and lifted me with him.
Each time he impaled me, precum dripped onto my stomach.
Cam thumbed it roughly over my skin, then brought it to my lips.
And if I hadn’t already been at the gates of hell, he would have sent me there, now.
I sucked his thumb into my mouth and tasted the salty precum with all the vigor I had in me.
He fucked me harder, pushing me into the sofa and leaning down.
He bent my legs so that my heels were on his chest. He folded me over myself, towering above the ball my body formed.
My knees were well above my head and my dick was some inches away from my face, but my ass was spread for Cameron who filled me from above.
The angle gave him a chance to bury himself balls deep in me and do it loudly.
“Are you gonna be good for me?” he asked, unruly locks of black hair falling over his sweaty brow. He pressed his hands against my chest, then inched them closer together until he was holding me by my neck. I was about to lose it.
“Yes,” I moaned. “I’ll be good.”
“You sure about that?” he asked.
Flutters filled me on top of everything. “I’ll do anything,” I gasped.
He quickened his pace, massaging my prostate with his cock relentlessly. He looked into my eyes and spoke the single hottest request I had ever received. “Come for me, Riley. Come in your mouth.”
I inhaled sharply, but quickly grabbed my cock, having to reach around my own bent leg to get to it.
My mouth opened wide, my tongue sliding out.
With a keen eye, Cameron observed every moment of my obedience playing out.
He gazed, filling me and edging me, stretching me so much that taking all of him felt no different than if I was fingering myself, except that his cock could play with the spot that made me want to laugh and cry at the same time.
It was driving me blind with lust by the time I began stroking myself, lapping at empty air and breathing through my wide open mouth.
“Harder, Riley,” he commanded and I obeyed.
I fisted my cock harder until my orgasm welled in me and exploded through my chest, stomach, and groin at the same time.
Everything lost balance as my balls tightened and I tipped over the edge.
I no longer had the chance to force myself to stay relaxed and open for Cam.
Instead, like all my muscles, my hole tightened around the base of Cameron’s cock, contorting his pretty face in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Cum squirted in white strings of heat out of my cock, splattering my face and trickling down into my mouth.
A week of waiting for this tour of heaven and hell made for a relentless stream of hot whiteness, pumping out of me for seconds upon delicious seconds.
The sweet and salty flavor coated my tongue, more of the hotness filling my mouth until I felt it trickling down my throat.
“Give it to me,” Cameron whispered, leaning down and pressing his lips against mine. Though he caught me by surprise and my body functioned on sheer instinct, making me swallow a good deal of my own load, Cameron’s tongue reached deep into my mouth and he shared the fruits of our sins with me.
I whimpered into his mouth as he swallowed my cum, each thrust of his hips sending an electrical current to the furthest parts of my body. My toes curled and my eyes rolled back as Cameron licked my lips and face for every trace of my orgasm he could lap up.
And when he grunted and throbbed deep inside of me, I clenched harder still, grabbing all of his body and pulling it close to mine.
Sweat mixed on our bodies while air drained from Cameron and he filled the condom.
And when he tried to pull out, I wouldn’t let him.
I held him, feeling him inside of me and savoring every last moment I could drag out of this.
“Fuck, Riley,” he whispered over my stained lips. His cock eventually slid out and we shifted so that he could lie half on top and half next to me. He looked into my eyes, then kissed the very tip of my nose. “Are you alright?”
“Alright?” I murmured. “I’m never gonna be the same again.”
He chuckled, then laughed, then laughed some more. His lips pressed over mine and we kissed, laughing in waves.
And the longer I held him, the more I wanted to keep him right there. I wanted our lives to look no different than this. A merry fire on a snowy night and the heat of our sinful natures binding us together.
Why did it ever have to change?