Chapter 10 #3
“I want you to enjoy yourself, honey. If that means grabbing me, pushing on me, ‘moving against my mouth,’ or anything else like that, I want you to do it. I’m quite a bit stronger than you, so if you try to push me or move your hips too hard, I’ll stop you before you make me uncomfortable.”
Cameron’s hands were now clenching and unclenching into fists. “Okay. I… It felt good to…move in your mouth. And…I can touch you? However I want?”
Emory straightened up until they were eye level, and he wrapped his arms around Cameron’s back, pulling him right to the edge of the counter so he could hug him to his chest. “Yes. Please, Cameron. Touch me.”
Cameron wrapped his arms and legs around Emory's back and tangled his fingers in his hair so he could crash their mouths together. To Emory’s delight, he shoved his tongue in Emory’s mouth, lapping up the final traces of his flavor.
Emory growled into the kiss, tangling his fingers in Cameron’s curly locks.
He allowed Cameron to control the kiss for a minute before he tilted Cameron’s head back and began exploring the heat of his mouth, dueling with his tongue until Cameron began whimpering desperately.
He rubbed his hips against Emory’s chest and then pulled back from the kiss.
Cameron’s ocean blue eyes gleamed with mischief as he gripped Emory’s shoulders. With a fair amount of force, he pushed down.
“Good. Show me what you want, Cameron,” Emory said, bending over until he was at eye level with Cameron’s crotch again.
There was something cathartic in watching his timid lover finally take control of his pleasure. He slid his fingers up through Emory’s hair until he could grip it in one hand. “I…I really liked it when you took it all the way in your mouth.”
Emory grinned a toothy grin, allowing Cameron to guide his head.
In the past, he didn’t like being manhandled by his hair.
He’d had a few feisty lovers try to grip his hair during sex, and he usually guided them away.
This felt different, though. Cameron was so gentle, making sure not to pull even a single hair on Emory’s head.
He was showing Emory what he wanted and begging him to take it.
“Okay, honey. I’ve got you,” Emory said, a refrain his lion kept chanting in his head and that Emory couldn’t help but repeat out loud.
Cameron dropped both hands behind himself and tipped his head back as Emory captured him between his lips and swallowed him down.
“Oh, gods, Emory,” Cameron moaned, and Emory growled, causing another small spurt of precum to dribble into his mouth.
He bobbed his head, rubbing his tongue along the dripping tip and underside several times, making Cameron whine much louder than before.
Emory cupped his round parts and rolled them back and forth, teasing the soft skin behind them with his fingertips.
“Yes! Oh, yes, yes,” Cameron cried, moving his hips in time with his cries. Emory stroked his hip with one hand as he pressed his fingers into Cameron's taint.
“Please! Emory, you feel so-so good. I can’t… I want… Please!” Cameron begged, reaching for Emory’s hand, but pulling back at the last second.
Emory’s lion huffed, and Emory was spared from holding back a sigh by still having Cameron in his mouth.
He knew he wasn’t going to be able to drastically change how Cameron felt with just one blow job, but his rut had several more rounds to go.
Maybe he’d be able to make a lasting difference by the end of the night.
He lifted the hand Cameron had been reaching for and turned it palm side up, placing it in Cameron’s hand, hoping to signal he could do with it what he wanted.
Cameron hesitated for a beat, but then he slowly moved Emory’s hand down between his legs, awkwardly pressing Emory’s fingers against his weeping hole.
Emory hummed his approval. He made sure to look up and catch Cameron’s eyes as he grinned around him and pressed a finger into Cameron’s heat.
Cameron cried out and arched his hips up, and then forced them back down, rocking on Emory’s finger as he probed deeper, looking for that soft spot inside him.
He made sure to continue bobbing his head as he searched, and when he found the spongy little gland, he pressed and sucked, and Cameron surprised him by coming with a scream.
Emory continued sucking, pulling every last drop out of him until Cameron writhed and pushed at his shoulder again. He lifted off him with a wet pop and gently removed his finger.
Unable to stop his baser instincts, he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked off his lover’s slick. Cameron watched him with an open mouth, and Emory swore to every god that he was going to show his sweet omega what good sex could be like. Good, reciprocal sex.
“Do you want me to do you now?” Cameron asked, glancing down at Emory’s erection.
“I would love that, honey, but I think I’m going to need to knot during the rest of my rut. We only have a few minutes left before my next one, and I wouldn’t want to accidentally knot your mouth.”
One of Cameron’s eyebrows lifted, and he got an almost devious look on his face.
That…was quite interesting. Was Cameron interested in some heavier sex? Emory would be happy to explore more with him, and he hadn’t forgotten the little kink comment Cameron had made earlier, but sadly, now wasn’t the right time.
“Do you want to head back to the bedroom or—”
“Would you fuck me over your counter?” Cameron asked, and Emory nearly bit his tongue.
“I…if you want–”
“Oh, you said you needed to knot, though,” Cameron interrupted, pursing his lips in thought. “Could you fuck me over the back of the couch, and then we can sit on the couch through your knot?”
Emory’s lion chirped in surprise, and Emory wasn’t sure how to respond. “We…could, yes.”
Cameron looked at him expectantly, and Emory stepped back and offered Cameron a hand down off the counter. Cameron walked over to the couch, swaying his hips a little as he went, and Emory felt his rut slam into him with vengeance.
A growl was the only warning Cameron got before Emory dove for him, scooping him up in his arms and rounding the couch in a single bound. He forced himself to slow down just enough to get Cameron’s knees situated on the couch, spread wide, before he bent him over and slammed into him.
Cameron’s shout echoed around the living room.
“Is this…what you want?” Emory growled, and Cameron nodded desperately.
Emory gripped his hips and gave a particularly well-aimed thrust. Now that he knew exactly where Cameron’s spot was, he wasn’t going to miss. Even mid-rut, he could still aim.
Emory set a brutal pace, pushing into Cameron’s intoxicating heat and striking his spot with every thrust. After only a few minutes, Cameron’s arms began to shake where they were balanced on the back of the couch.
His lion barely had the chance to warn Emory to take care of their fated mate before Emory leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Cameron and pressing a supportive hand into his sternum.
This changed the angle, and he stuttered a few thrusts before he found his rhythm and Cameron’s spot again.
Cameron clawed desperately at Emory’s arms, finally wrapping his hands tightly around his wrists. “So good. You feel…so good. You feel good now, too?” Cameron asked, knocking his head back against Emory’s chest.
“Of course I feel good. Did you…pick this…for me?” Emory panted, his cock throbbing with the thought that Cameron had strutted his stuff and picked a more erotic position just to please Emory.
Cameron laughed, breathy and high. “I mean…for me too, but…thought you might want to bend me over something. Seems very alpha-in-rut appropriate.”
Emory laughed through a growl. His lion was overjoyed, and Emory was incredibly turned on. Doing exactly as Cameron requested, he shifted his hands around to Cameron’s back and bent him in half, waiting for him to find purchase by folding his arms across the back of the couch.
“Mind your face, honey,” Emory said, turning Cameron’s head to the side so it was pillowed by his arms. He then dragged his hands down Cameron’s body, appreciating the soft curves of his hips, before digging his fingers in and slamming into his hole.
Cameron moaned, and Emory savored every thrust, enjoying the perfect angle that let him watch his cock disappear inside Cameron’s pliant body.
Cameron’s hole was stretched wide, the puckered skin pulling taut around his cock.
Every few thrusts, he pulled almost all the way out, just to watch Cameron’s hole desperately try to clutch Emory’s cock back inside.
Cameron was leaking slick like a faucet, had been through Emory’s entire rut, but this angle had it streaming down both their legs. Each time Emory pressed into him, some would leak out around his cock, and as he pulled back, more would pulse out.
Something about the position, or maybe their conversation, allowed Cameron to finally let loose.
He was keening, a prolonged noise that wavered each time Emory slammed into his spot.
Emory wanted more of his delicious sounds, so he bent forward, his thrusts becoming shallower as he ran his fingers over Cameron’s sticky part.
“Oooooh, Emory,” Cameron whimpered.
Emory was pleased to find that it did, in fact, fit perfectly in his hand, just like his ass perfectly stretched to accommodate Emory’s size. As he picked up his pace, he stroked Cameron in time with his thrusts, trying to memorize every inch of silken skin.