Chapter 25 #2
His hands slip into my hair, locking me in place, when my tongue teases the seam of his lips.
They part for me without protest, allowing me to flick and tease his own in a sensual dance before he takes control again.
There’s something to be said for the way Camden kisses: equally as coaxing and playful as it is lust-inducing.
It’s why I love every second his mouth is on mine.
It takes no time at all for our cocks to harden between our bodies from our make-out session, and because I love the sounds he makes even more than kissing him, I roll my hips down against his.
Like I thought, a little raspy hum leaves him before he pulls away, but it doesn’t deter me; I just find a new part of him to kiss. His jaw. His neck.
The sensitive spot beneath his ear.
“Whatcha doing?” he asks, his voice soft and husky.
I run my nose along the side of his throat before whispering, “Thanking you for a nice night in.”
His hands land on my hips, stilling me when I go to roll them again, and it’s enough to have me leaning back to meet his gaze. He’s smiling, but there’s a hint of confusion—or even sadness—in it when he cups the side of my face.
“You don’t have to thank me like that. I didn’t do this to get in your pants, Lo. I just wanted to do something nice for you too.”
The truth of his statement shines in his eyes, illuminated by the blue light from the TV, and a sharp pain hits the back of my throat.
“And maybe I want to thank you anyway.”
Shifting my weight off him, I dip my fingers into the waistband of his sweats and start dragging them down, underwear and all. He helps me, kicking them off when they get caught on his ankles, before he pulls his shirt over his head too, tossing it aside.
My pulse thrums at the sight of him deliciously naked beneath me, all the hard lines of muscle and smooth skin visible in the glow from the television. His gaze is scalding, two blue flames licking my face as he stares at me before wrapping his hand around his erection.
Mine.
I knock his hand away instinctually, taking him in my palm and giving a firm stroke, then another. His eyes sink closed, head rolling back against the pillows and blankets beneath him.
“Fuck, Lo,” he whispers, my name leaving his lips like a plea. “That feels good.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Mhmm,” he hums, arching into my touch.
Leaning forward, my lips find his again as I continue my leisurely torment, rolling my fist over his crown with each stroke. His fingers sink into my hair, tilting my head to kiss me deeper, more thoroughly.
It’s kind of exhilarating, knowing he’s completely bare and at my mercy while I’m still clothed—a juxtaposition that has my own cock thickening behind my zipper. But this isn’t about me. I wanna make him come apart at the seams.
Make him feel as good as he makes me, just by being himself.
My lips break away from his, and I’m about to kiss my way down his body, intent on getting my mouth on him too, but the hand in my hair prevents me from getting more than an inch away from his mouth.
“What is it?” I ask, searching his face. “Because, I promise—”
“Will you fuck me?” he whispers.
The question catches me off-guard, and I freeze on instinct.
I don’t move, don’t breathe, don’t even fucking think.
Because, while he alluded to being verse on our little FaceTime sexcapade, I didn’t really think…
I don’t know. I just didn’t expect this to be on the table when we’ve been so solid in our dynamic the past few weeks.
But just the idea of sinking inside him? Feeling him gripping me while he comes? It has my stomach vaulting into a full-fledged gymnastics routine.
Cam must take my silence as rejection, because he wets his lips and goes to retract the request.
“It’s okay if you don’t want—”
“I want,” I confirm, my heartbeat stumbling behind my ribs. “Cam, I want it so fucking bad. I just didn’t know you did.”
The smile that curves his lips makes it hard to breathe for a second, and I drop my face to his again, molding our mouths together briefly. I go to stand up, kicking myself for not grabbing any lube before coming down here, when Cam catches my wrist.
“Where are you going?”
“Lube?”
Without releasing me, he produces a bottle seemingly out of nowhere with his other hand. At first, I’m elated by not having to pump the brakes to run up and down two flights of stairs, but then I remember what he said earlier, and my gaze narrows on him.
“I thought you didn’t do this to get in my pants.”
“I didn’t,” he insists with a little smirk. “But I also know you well enough to come prepared.”
A flush warms my cheeks, knowing I can’t deny being the one to initiate sex more often than not. But I’ve never craved someone like this. And with how good it is with Cam after not having any for so goddamn long, sue me for making up for lost time.
“You’re a regular Boy Scout,” I grouse with an eyeroll.
He grins before using his grip on my wrist to drag me back onto the blankets. We work together to strip my clothes off, tossing them aside like we’re nothing more than crazed animals in heat.
Lust and need shoot through my body like bottle rockets as I nudge his knees apart, positioning myself between them.
“Is this okay? Or do you want—”
“I want you any way,” he cuts in softly. “And I definitely won’t complain about being able to kiss you while feeling you inside me.”
His words have my balls drawing up with need, loving the visual he’s creating.
But it also has this ache forming in my chest too, and I don’t quite understand why.
I don’t have the chance to unpack it either, because the sound of the lube cap snapping open echoes through the basement like a sonic boom.
Cam leans forward, pouring the lube on my cock, and then starts stroking to spread the cool liquid over my shaft.
Once my dick nearly drips with it, he reaches between his own thighs with the excess still coating his fingers.
I can tell when he sinks one of the long digits inside himself, his lips parting slightly in a little sigh as he falls back against the pillows again.
Fuck.
I shake my head, overcome by lust as I sit front row to the show of Camden fingering his own ass. It’s sinfully erotic, and if my cock wasn’t already drenched with lube, it’d be dripping with pre-cum instead.
“Goddamn, baby. You’re so sexy. I just…” I trail off with a little laugh.
He lets out a little appreciative hum, a filthy gleam in his eyes as he pulls his fingers free and reaches for me instead. His hand anchors on my hip, pulling me toward him, a clear indication for what he wants next.
My heart catches in my throat as I swipe my tip up and down his crease before nudging it against his rim. There’s a beat where the two of us just stare at each other, completely still, wholly entranced in the moment, before my hips finally glide forward.
I breach the tight ring of muscle with ease, and a long, low groan escapes his mouth.
The delicious sound has me pausing instinctively, worried he needs a second to adjust, but he locks his ankles around my ass and uses his muscular legs to pull me closer.
Close enough that I slide all the way inside him, sheathed to the hilt.
“HolyfuckingJesus,” I gasp.
My forehead falls to his as I do my best not to come on the spot. I’m already seeing stars from the way his ass constricts around my cock while he adjusts, and I swear, I’m two seconds from exploding inside the tight heat of his body.
I try to think of anything other than how warm and snug he feels around my cock—like being forced into a hockey uniform against my will—and it works until Cam shifts under me, drawing my attention straight back to my dick lodged inside him.
“Move, Lo. I’m good. I need—”
“I need a second,” I cut in, shaking my head. “It’s been a while since I’ve topped. I don’t think—”
“I don’t care how long you last. Just let me feel you. Please.”
“Baby, I don’t think you understand—”
He silences me with his lips, claiming my mouth in a kiss that damn near steals my breath too. It isn’t sweet or gentle; it’s full of this furious need and passion he can’t contain. But I’ll happily take it from him. Greedily, in fact.
The pressure in my balls starts to subside as I devour his mouth, allowing me to give a tentative thrust. When I don’t come on the spot, my hips start moving more instinctually in long, slow rolls, bottoming out inside him each time.
The languid pace draws out the pleasure welling inside me, but soon, it’s not enough.
Cam’s soft moans into my mouth spur me on, my hips pistoning forward faster, harder, losing a little more of the control I have over my desire as I give myself over to him.
My lips part from his to trail over his collarbone, then up his throat as I keep thrusting forward, completely lost to the world.
Right now, it begins and ends with him.
“You feel amazing, baby. So warm and tight,” I pant into his ear. “I can’t wait to hear what you sound like when you let go. Feel you clenching around my cock while I fuck you.”
I give him a harsher thrust on the last word, and like I’d hoped, it draws out the sexiest groan from him. His lips part in pleasure as his back arches off the blankets, the heat of his skin searing mine as our chests brush.
“Fuck, Lo. Then give me more,” he pleads. “Give me fucking everything.”
I release a low hum as I shift back, gripping his hips and yanking him toward me on the next thrust. He lets out a choked moan as I hit a deeper spot inside him thanks to the new position, the sound sending zings down my spine with every snap of my hips.
But it’s not enough.
I wanna be so fucking deep inside him, it’s impossible to tell where he ends and I begin.
So close, we may as well be one.
My hands skate up his thighs before hooking under his knees and lifting, pulling him even closer, impaling him impossibly deeper, and we both groan in unison.
“Oh, fuck, Lo,” he whispers, tone damn near pleading, as his eyes slam closed.
And, God, I love when he calls me that. I don’t understand why; plenty of people have used the nickname for me in the past. But something about the way Camden says it…
I don’t know. There’s just something different about it.
Maybe because I’d gotten so used to hearing him call me Little Reed instead.
Which, admittedly, I’ve come to really like too.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” I pant, slamming my hips home again. “Stroke yourself for me. You know I love to watch.”
His lids lift, attention locking on my face as he reaches down to grasp his shaft. There’s no hesitation as he strokes himself in quick, steady movements, keeping up with the pace I’ve set for us.
And his gaze never leaves mine, not once, allowing me to see every ounce of pleasure swirling in those oceans he has for eyes.
It’s intoxicating, knowing I’m the reason behind it—a high unlike anything I’ve ever felt, especially when they roll back in his head when I hit that perfect place inside him.
My teeth sink into my lip, loving how dismantled he’s become. How needy, panting, and breathless—showing me a completely different side of him, but not unlike the way I unravel every time he sinks inside me.
The sight has pleasure coiling at the base of my spine, letting me know I’m not gonna last much longer. He doesn’t seem to be faring much better, his hand moving faster now, the pace becoming downright frantic.
“Shit, I’m gonna… I’m—”
“Come,” I command, slamming my hips forward in a brutal thrust. “Let me feel you clenching around me, baby. Milk my fucking cock.” The filth continues falling from my tongue without thought, too entranced by the way he’s writhing and arching beneath me, barely holding on when I just want him to let go.
“Right fucking now, Cam. I wanna hear you moaning my name while I fuck you so hard, so fucking deep, I—”
“Lo!”
My name leaves his lips on a guttural cry while his ass clamps down around my cock tighter than a vise. I can barely move inside him as he finds release, cum spurting from his tip and spilling onto his chest and stomach.
The pressure is too much, his body too warm, and it frays me at the edges.
Every snap of my hips is brutal, each pant of breath, harsh and ragged, as I lose myself inside him. Lose myself in everything about this moment until my climax finally shoots down my spine like a lightning rod, causing my hips to stutter before burying myself to the hilt.
My release spills from my body into his, the pulsing aftershocks of his own orgasm dragging out my own. And it’s an ecstasy I’ve never felt, overwhelming my senses with blissful pleasure and all things Camden.
I sink backward, pulling from his body and lowering his legs back to the floor.
My cum slowly begins to seep out of his ass a few seconds later, pooling in his crease, and while it’s one hell of a view, I’m too exhausted to enjoy it.
Hell, I can barely remember my own name as I fall to my back beside him, hoping to catch my breath.
Cam, on the other hand, is already moving, leaning over to grab something to wipe off his chest; a shirt, from the looks of it. He tosses it away when he’s done, and rolls to face me, a little smile on his lips while his gaze traces over my face, then down my body.
I’ve never been self-conscious about my body or anything like that, but something about the way he looks at me when I’m naked is so unnerving. Like he’s seeing more than just my physical being splayed out beside him.
Like he’s seeing me.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, awe and reverie laced through the declaration.
“Right,” I say with a strained laugh. “Coming from a fucking Greek God. What are you, the human incarnate of Apollo, Mr. Sunshine?”
It’s teasing, but there’s a hint of truth to it too. Every part of me wishes realism was my preferred style of art, if only so I could capture him with pen and paper exactly as he is right now: hard abs and sweat-glistening skin while he leans on an elbow over top of me.
Though, that is a feat I doubt Michelangelo himself could accomplish.
He continues his perusal of me, gaze illuminated by the light from the flatscreen, and his fingertips join in, following the path his eyes have already devoured.
“You’re the artist,” he finally whispers. “You should know beauty is subjective.”
I roll my eyes, still feeling the blush on my cheeks. “Okay, Plato.”
“That was Hume, actually. Plato says beauty is objective. Like the way you just objectified me,” he says before poking me in the ribs.
I let out a soft chuckle. “Pass one philosophy class and you start using it against me?”
A little hum escapes him before he leans down and presses a slow kiss to my lips, only pulling back to utter, “Maybe you should’ve let me fail after all.”