Chapter 16 Saúl
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The new vet was going to be the death of me. He was already derailing all the plans I’d started concocting the second I came to realize—and accept—his teasing was going further than I’d accounted for. And the effect it was having on me.
Fuck. How could I say no to someone who dropped so carefully to his knees, who unbuckled my belt and got my jeans down my knees, and then started to lick my cock as if it was a fucking lollipop.
I grunted. I should’ve moved us around so that I was resting against something, so that there was a wall or a bed or anything I could use as support.
“Good boy.”
Deep breaths through the nose, exhales through the mouth.
I’d started getting hard the second all my senses left the building, and I grabbed him from behind.
The attention he was giving my cock was only driving more blood southward.
The need to thrust bordered on overwhelming.
I clenched my jaw, breathed through my nostrils.
I couldn’t tell if it helped, but it had to be better than doing nothing.
My hand shot almost of its own free will to his cheek. I caressed his jawline with my knuckles. He was so fucking handsome. Even with the vestiges of anxiety still clinging to his features, he was a wonder of a sight.
The touch made him flutter his eyes open. His pupils were dilated when he glanced upward, and it took everything to remember I’d told him to tap when he wanted me to start thrusting. The heat of his mouth would make anything hard to remember.
Fuck, it had been too long since I last had someone on his knees.
Cam didn’t ease up. He didn’t check for reassurances that he was doing good or for the next steps. He just hollowed out his cheeks and took me deeper, slow and steady.
My nostrils flared as my body tensed.
“So fucking handsome.”
Cam jolted as if the words were unexpected.
Maybe they were. Technically, a little voice at the back of my head told me we shouldn’t be doing this.
We hadn’t discussed much, or anything at all, and we’d have to keep interacting afterward.
There was no running away. No moving to a different apartment or finding a new job.
But I couldn’t tell myself to put a stop to it.
How could I?
Cam tapped my thigh before the turn in my thoughts translated into a physical reaction.
“You sure?”
I knew what his answer was going to be but, fuck, I needed to get back on track, to go back to some semblance of the Dom who cared about negotiations and ongoing consent.
“Yeah.” Cam’s voice came out raspy when he pulled out, but not as raspy as it would be after getting his throat properly fucked.
It was the last coherent thought I had before I curled my fingers around the back of his head, used my hand for support against one of the bedposts, and started thrusting.
Cam had already warmed up himself, tested how far he could take me, so I didn’t take it as carefully as I would have with anyone else.
Maybe it was the knowledge fueling me that Cam would react worse to me treating him with kid gloves than he would to me going faster than he’d expected.
It was clear he didn’t want to be seen like the boy with anxiety in kink, and I didn’t want to go easier on the one person who had made all my dormant instincts flare up to life.
For a fleeting second, Cam choked, the sound disrupting the shallow breaths and grunting coating over the room. I thought he’d tap out, that it might have been too fast, too soon for him, or too long, and he’d overestimated how fast he could go back to it.
He didn’t, though. He just kept his eyes on me, as if challenging me. I didn’t dare to make a decision based on a perception that could be flawed, but I didn’t let go, either. I didn’t give him more room to breathe than I would’ve given anyone else I had more trust in.
He kept his hands on my thighs, fingers splayed open as tears gathered around his eyes.
“So good for me,” I breathed, the words not ones I hadn’t used before, but ones I’d almost forgotten.
Praising a sub had never just been about how it made them feel, about giving them that bolster. It was about me, too, about the power they funneled my way.
The responsibility. How easy it was to break or make a sub with only an inflection of my voice or a specific word choice.
“You’re going to make me come soon, boy.” I breathed through my nose as I yanked him harder, pulled him closer until his nose was buried against the hilt of my cock.
He grunted, body tensing. I timed the seconds I kept him there. One, two, three, four, until his face turned a shade of soft red. Then I let him go, let him take a deep gust of air.
“I’m clear if you want to swallow,” I remembered mentioning. Something else I should’ve said before he even considered going down.
“Okay.” He pulled out to rest on his haunches. “Me, too. FYI.”
I snorted. Of course he had to add some of that brattiness of his to what was an almost perfunctory exchange.
“Come back here, then.”
It didn’t take long from there, a few thrusts into the back of his throat, and I was shooting down his throat, feeling his throat contract as he swallowed every droplet of cum he was getting.
My thighs trembled with the aftermath, with the effort to get my heart rate under control.
It had been so fucking long.
“Shower?”
“Yeah.” I breathed out.
Everything in me was screaming to drop on top of the bed, to drag him close to me, and make sure that he didn’t have any doubts about what this was.
I didn’t do casual. I didn’t do a hookup or a blowjob that would never again be discussed.
Or a scene. Or… whatever. I didn’t know where his head was at, and I wasn’t so far gone that I was imagining a fairy tale happening before my very eyes, but…
But showering took precedence. We had shit to do, and a particularly meddling man waiting to entertain us—and grill Cam, if I knew him as well as I knew I did.
“Together? You said it was a shared bathroom. Just saying. Unless…”
I could’ve toppled down in relief. “Together is good.”
Cam’s eyes glinted with the joy of a fucking Christmas tree. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I caressed his cheek once more. His lips glistened with a mix of cum and saliva. He looked debauched, yet pure. “Can I kiss you?”
“Your cock already did.” He shrugged. “Might as well.”
“Brat.”
It wasn’t an admonishment, even though it should be. No, it sounded like endearment. Like a terrible idea I wasn’t putting a stop to.
“You all say that.” Cam huffed. “I’m adorable.”
“Right.” I pinched his waist before he had more ideas. “No turning the bathroom into a fucking sauna.”
“A man after my own heart.”
There was no way I’d get hung up on the way my stomach fluttered at those words.
Nope.
I was on a mission here, one that consisted of getting us undressed, dragging a certain boy to the shower, and getting him on the tiled floor before he got any other ideas to delay us even further.