Chapter 27 #2
“Not so soft now, huh?” I tease, and Cam smiles against my lips then kisses me harder.
His cock jerks in my hand with the swipe of his tongue, and my thumb rubs across his head in slow circles as I feel him shiver against me.
“You’re dripping, Cam.” Because of me. That’s what I’m doing to him. “You’re so sexy.”
“You’ve seen me without a shirt before,” he says.
“Yeah, but . . . I’ve never allowed my mind to travel too far down this path.” I begin to jerk him slowly.
“Holy shit, Bo.” He rests his forehead against my collarbone.
“You’re so big.”
“You’ve seen my dick before.”
“Yeah, well, now it’s going inside me,” I laugh, stroking him. “I mean, unless you’re bottoming.”
“No.”
“Didn’t think so.” I laugh again, still stroking him slowly and drinking in the look in his eyes.
“I would, though,” he whispers. That makes me still.
“With you, I mean. I’d try anything with you.
Eventually.” He kisses my neck. “I want to try everything with you.” Cam’s hand slides inside my sleep pants and cups me.
“But right now I want to be inside you.” Cam’s fingers travel down, dipping between my cheeks.
I spread my legs as he taps my hole. “I want this pretty pussy gripping me.” The dirty talk sets my skin on fire.
“Stop making me wait, then. I need you.” My fingers slip from his pants. “Moving at a damn glacial pace, Cam!”
“Excuse me. I take my time with my lovers.”
“Twenty years is long enough! No more waiting. Let’s go. Pants off.”
“My god, are you always this bossy with your boyfriends?” I bite my cheek. I really didn’t want to admit this. “Bo?”
“Cam, there’s been no one else.”
“Like, at all?”
“I’m pretty sure that’s the definition of no one.”
“But you’ve hooked up with guys before. You’ve told me. Oh, there’s the jealousy. I don’t like that. Your mouth is mine only from now on. I'll have the documents drafted up and on your desk by Monday.” This is my best friend.
“I’ve never done this with anyone.”
“Oh, okay uh, well, there’s the pressure back full force.”
“Cam,” I huff. “Just take your fucking pants off and get over here.”
“Slide yours down too. Same time.” It hits me now that each time we’ve done this we’ve never been fully naked. Which shouldn’t matter, but it also feels like it might.
I dip my fingers into my sleep pants, waiting for Cam to do the same. We both take our clothes off.
Holy shit.
I’ve seen him before, but this . . . completely naked, standing in front of me. Just for me. Jesus. “Holy shit, Cam.”
“Thanks,” he says cockily.
“You’re a dick. Get over here.”
He laughs, getting onto the bed and nudging my thighs apart.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty, Bo. He kisses my neck, my throat, my collarbone.
His lips make a slow path down my stomach before stopping right above my cock.
He licks a fat stripe up my dick and I nearly bite my tongue.
He looks up, smirking. “Did you short circuit? Impressed with my blow-job skills?”
I lean forward, cupping his face. “I can see now why Tatiana said what she said.” He pushes me back as I laugh.
“You’re so mean to me.”
“Cam, if you aren’t inside me in the next five minutes, I’m going to ask Jamie and Noah if they’d like a third.” His mouth drops open. “Right, so let’s go!”
Shaking his head, he fits himself back between my legs, and putting them over his shoulders, he glares at me.
“Mean.” He presses soft kisses to the inside of my thighs, and the mock anger in his eyes softens as he looks at me.
Really looks at me. “Jesus, Bo. He nuzzles his face between my thighs, taking me in, and his lips skim the crease there. “Fucking beautiful.”
I grab my cock, jerking a little as he kisses and licks.
“Please do something.” I’m dying for it.
Cam finally takes mercy on me and takes me between his lips.
My back arches into the suction. Holy shit.
His mouth grips me. With one rough suck I swear he ends my life.
My legs spread wider. I need him. I give up control completely. “More, Cam.”
It sinks in right now. This is mine. Mine for whenever I want it and he wants me. This is us. I don’t have to rush, we’ll get a million more moments just like this one. Cam won’t freak out after either. “You better cuddle me after this.”
Cam’s face lifts from between my thighs. “I’m the cuddle master. Wait!” He frowns. “I didn’t bring lube.”
“Well, that right there is a deal breaker.” Getting off the bed, Cam goes to the nightstand.
“Oh, shit.” He pulls out a full bottle of lube. “Why would you have lube in the guest nightstand?”
“It’s Noah. I wouldn’t ask.” Cam gets back on the bed, and I can’t look away from his sculpted chest, his waist, his cock jutting forward and curving slightly. I want it. I need him. Sitting back on his heels, he spreads lube on his fingers. “I’ll be fine, Cam. My toy is bigger than you are.”
“Can you not right now?” Heat sprinkles in his eyes, though.
“Do you think about me while you use it?” I roll my eyes.
“What?! I want to know.” Cam gets back between my thighs, lying on his side, and my left leg goes over his stomach while he rests his head on the top of my right thigh. “Mmf.” His fingers touch and play.
“Fuck, Bo.” His golden eyes glance up, and he looks drunk. Without hesitation he licks a fat stripe across my hole.
I whimper, gripping the sheets on either side of me.
Cam has me spread open. He looks up and our eyes lock as he leans in, putting his mouth on my hole and massaging my ring of muscle with his tongue.
Warm and wet, each lick and soothe of his tongue makes me soften.
“Fuck, Cam,” I whine. He takes his time licking, stroking, running his nose along my crack, pressing kisses everywhere he goes.
My legs are shaking. One finger carefully slides inside me.
“I do,” I gasp, finally answering him about my toy. “I do think about you. Every time I use it.” Cam pushes deeper, his thumb massaging my perineum.
“That’s what I want to hear.” Cam kisses my thigh then bites my ass cheek.
“So tight.” He pulls out and I almost scream, until he adjusts himself to lick up my crack and over my balls.
My fingers tighten in the sheets. He circles his tongue around my rim then breaches the muscle.
I clench and tremble. He spreads my legs wider.
“Fuck.”
His fingers slide inside, two this time, then his tongue returns, mapping a path around his fingers as he stretches me open.
Cam looks up again and it steals the breath from my lungs. This. I have this forever. All the time. We have the best parts of our friendship while having all the best parts of a relationship. Honestly, the only thing that will change is the sex. “I can’t believe this is real.”
“Real, baby.” Cam sucks one of my balls into his mouth, spreading his fingers inside me, and my body melts into the touch. With a twist he finds that spot, and I shatter. “Oh shit. That it?”
“Y-yes.”
Not minding the noises that leave me, Cam obliterates me. “Damn, you taste good.” He fits in a third, his lips wrapping around my cock. Precum floods his mouth and he moans, swallowing it down. Oh fuck, it feels good. Too good.
“Cam, s-stop.”
With a cocky grin he lets me go. “I’m awesome.” I roll my eyes. Cam grabs the bottle of lube, pouring some into his hand, then he strokes himself. Fuck, he’s a good size. “Huge, right?” He smirks.
“Just thinking about how calm I am, and how not nervous I am about taking your mildly okay-looking, on the smaller size dick.” Cam laughs and finishes stroking himself.
I can tell he’s a bit nervous, whether from the weight of this moment or the fear it won’t go well. “Hey.” Cam looks up. “Come here.”
He leans down, capturing my mouth. Fuck, he’s so soft and sweet. All mine. All the time. He relaxes on top of me. My hand soothes along his spine. “Let me turn onto my stomach. It’ll be easier, for us both.”
“Okay.”
Cam let’s me up to roll onto my stomach, and his palms squeeze my cheeks. “Who knew you had such a cute butt.” Before I can shoot back a mouthy reply, Cam’s body heat is back on me. I get onto my knees, my head down. “You alright?”
“I’m okay, Cam.” I feel him line himself up. “Slow.”
He pushes slightly and I feel him slip in. I gasp, my head drops. he takes shape inside me. Slowly he pushes in, each inch scorching me from the inside out. My nails bite into the sheets. “Shit.”
Cam stills. “Bad?”
I look back at him. “Fucking incredible.”
When he’s buried to the hilt he pauses, kissing slowly down my spine. “This is insane. You feel insane.” He kisses the side of my face, and I relax, adjusting to him. “You okay?”
“You’re so deep, Cam.” I groan, pushing back like I need him deeper.
“It’s so good.” And I mean that. Even with the slight sting that’s slowly ebbing.
Cam reaches between my thighs, stroking my half-hard cock back to life.
“Move, please.” Cam starts to roll his hips, and each slide is it’s own special kind of euphoria.
He feels amazing, the stretch so damn good.
“Holy shit, Bo.” He spreads me open. “We look hot together.” Cam groans low, his hips picking up speed. “Fuck. I’m definitely Bosexual.”
My laugh breaks apart into a moan as he presses deeper, “Fuck me Cam.”
Cam picks up speed, his hips rolling, punching harder into me. It feels too good. “Can we switch it up? Or are we strictly locked in doggy this time?”
“What?” Only Cam, I swear to god.
“I mean, are you okay with this or can we move? I don’t . . . I mean if you want.” The nerves are practically rolling off him.
Okay, this isn’t working.
I slip off him and turn to sit facing him.
“Hey.” I pull his face to me, kissing him hard.
“Relax. Nothing is changing between us. This is incredible, but it’s not different.
It’s us, plus sex. We both like sex, yes?
” Cam nods. “And we both love each other?” Cam looks me in the eyes, nodding.
“This is the only thing I don’t know about you.
Take a breath.” Cam does as I ask. “Stop overthinking and show me how you like to fuck.” I grip his jaw, holding his eyes on me.
Something shifts and morphs over his features, over him. Cam grabs me to him, lifting me up. He gets off the bed, my body held tight in his arms, and presses my back against the wall. Something dark and delicious rolls off him in waves.
“I’m so sorry.”
“What? Why?”
“Not for you. That was for everyone in this house right now.” Without another word, with my arms wrapped around his neck he loops his arms under my knees, spreading me wide for him, then he lowers me onto his cock. My nails bite into his skin. “Too much?”
I shake my head. “Fuck me.”
This time he doesn’t hold back. He fucks me. Really fucks me. My nails dig into his shoulder, his back, his scalp. I hold on, moaning obscenely as he gives me everything I’ve been craving. In this position I’m helpless to do anything but take him. “Yes, Cam!”
“So fucking good. Fuck.” He kisses me hard. Our frantic tongues battle for dominance and damn, he is winning. He owns me. “So good.” He groans against my mouth. “God damn, Bo, I’m so close. I’m usually better—”
I cry out as he shifts me in his grip, spreading me wider. “There!” My body hums with my climax. I can’t touch myself, but I don’t think I need to. Not with the angle he has me in and the friction between our bodies. My fingers dive into his curls, pulling hard. “Cam, fuck me.”
He looks down, speeding up with lethal purpose. “Holy shit. Fuck. Bo. Kiss me.”
I kiss him harder, and my body twists with the need to come. Cam’s thrusts grow sloppy. “Holy shit, Cam. I’m coming.” My climax crashes over me, wave after wave. Cam looks between our bodies, my warmth on his belly.
“Holy shit.” His hips punch forward, stuttering as warmth coats me from the inside.
I’m shaking. I’ve never felt anything so intense in my life.
His hips are still thrusting lazily inside me.
His head falls forward, pressing his forehead to mine.
I cling to his body, burying my face in his slick chest. “Holy shit,” he whispers.
I dare to open my eyes a little then look up. Cam’s eyes are glazed and there’s a lazy grin on his face.
“That was—”
“Yeah,” I agree.
“We are awesome at sex.” I laugh into his hair then give him a kiss. “I thought since you’re in love with me you’d pick on me less. Especially during sex.”
“I’ve been in love with you my entire adult life. I will always pick on you.” I kiss his throat. “Especially during sex.”
Cam laughs. “Do you mean that?”
I cup his face. “Of course.” I grin. “I will never, ever . . . stop picking on you.” He laughs now, loud. He slips out of my body and guides my thighs around his waist, then holding me in his arms, he carries me over to the bed and lays me down on top of it.
“You are the biggest pain in the ass.”
“I could argue that you literally are right now.”
He shakes his head. “I love you so much, Bo.”
“I love you back, Cam.” I kiss him, one last kiss. “Now clean me up.”
“Let’s shower.”
“Give me ten. My legs will not work.”
Cam concedes, lying beside me. His fingers trail down my stomach to the cum on my belly, and he runs his fingers through it then brings it to his lips. His face scrunches. “Not bad.” I laugh. “And you haven’t stopped smiling.” Cam looks down at me. I love his eyes.
“I’m so happy.” Cloud fucking nine. “You’re not freaking out, right?”
“No freak-outs.” He kisses my forehead. “I’m not running ever again, Bo. I've always been yours.” He smooths his fingers through my hair. “Just please, if you ever can’t do this anymore with me, let me down easy.”
I almost laugh. The thought is laughable. I’ve wanted this for so long, there’s no way I’m letting go now. “I told you, you’ve got me always. Same, though. No lying or cheating. I’m your friend first, no matter what.”
Cam settles against me and I know we should get up and shower. Instead I snuggle into him, drowning in the arms wrapped around me. “I love you, Bowen Shuǐ Zhao.”
I laugh against him. “I love you too, Camden Yvette Almeida.”