Chapter 29 #2
Unfortunately. I watch him playing, the furrow in his brow growing more pronounced. I know he’s probably stressing himself out. A break. He needs a break.
An idea pops into my mind.
Well, have fun figuring out living arrangements.
It’s my house!
Bye, guys.
With my idea in mind, I go into the living room and see Cam still playing. He doesn't even looked up from his game to see me sitting there.
Best to change that.
I walk to our room, finding one of his white T-shirts and undressing before slipping it on. The fabric falls to mid-thigh, and that tiny little rush I get now when I wear his clothing hits me. I love it. It makes me feel sexy. He makes me feel sexy.
I walk back into the living room and Cam’s eyes are still on his game. Air hits my legs as I sit across from him. “Was that Noah?”
He doesn’t look away from the TV. “Yeah, Jamie told Noah he needs to weed out his library.”
“Why, does he have a death wish?” He smiles. “I’m going out with Jamie tomorrow morning. I’ll talk some sense into him.”
“What are you two doing?”
“Bro date.”
I laugh to myself. Cam still hasn’t looked at me. When he gets wrapped up in something, the rest of the world falls away.
I just need some attention right now, though, and my man needs a break. “Are you two almost done playing?”
“Almost.” He doesn’t look away. “Oh, you asshole. You’re not killing me off that fast.” He’s punching buttons, laser focused. Cam laughs at something Mark says. “Tell Hunter he needs to wait. This is the game of a lifetime and I’m about to win.”
Hunter, I’ll do you a solid.
Time to ask the age old question.
What would Noah do?
With the lube beside me I decide to take a little risk.
How mad will Cam really be at me if I ruin his game?
Cool air hits my thighs as I put my feet on the edge of our couch.
He’s sitting in his computer chair in front of me.
He can’t even see me sitting right next to him. His attention is all on that damn game.
I clear my throat.
Cam looks briefly to the side then goes back to the game. His eyes widen and dart back to me. “What are you doing?” he mouths.
Instead of answering him, I slide my hand slowly down my stomach, before reaching between my legs and tugging the large shirt up a bit more.
My hands smooth down to cup myself a little, lifting my balls and spreading my legs wider. My other hand reaches down to stroke my hole.
He shakes his head. He looks pissed.
I begin to stroke.
“No, yeah, no, it’s fine.” He looks at the TV and then back to me. He swivels the computer chair, half focused on his game and the rest of his attention on me.
Shallow thrusts of my fingers make me moan. I try to stay quiet; I don’t want Mark hearing us. “No, I’m fine. Best I’ve ever been.”
Precum pearls at my slit. I swipe it with my thumb and suck on it, watching him. He shakes his head, looking back at his game. This was just supposed to tease but it feels so good. “What the fuck?!” he mouths when I sink my fingers in to the third knuckle.
I need them deeper. I need him, but he hasn’t turned his damn game off. I bring my ass to the edge, my knees falling back wider. “You’re evil!” he hisses.
“I’m bored,” I whisper back, stroking myself faster.
“Mark, I uh, I have to—” He looks at the TV. “Five more minutes,” he whispers to me.
“If I don’t come before that,” I whisper back.
His lips purse, looking at where my fingers are stuffed in to the hilt. “Slowly. Do it slow.”
He glances at the TV again. Somehow he’s almost winning. I bite my lip, pumping two inside slowly. Stroking myself and twisting on the upstroke. His eyes dart back and forth between the screen and me.
I hear Mark yell through his headset. Cam curses. “Yeah yeah, I lost. Hey, I got to go, I’ll talk to you later.” He hangs up. “You’re in so much trouble!” Bracing his hand on the back of the couch, he leans over me, his lips inches from mine. “Take them out.”
His husky words leave no room for argument.
Cam rubs my hole slowly with his middle and ring finger before slowly sliding them inside, wiggling them around and reaching for that spot.
My toes curl at his attempts to find it.
“So fucking open for me.” His gaze is locked on mine, his fingers stuffed all the way inside, and his thumb soothing along my perineum.
Tiny whimpers escape my lips. “Such a troublemaker.”
He leans in, kissing me quickly, his cock straining, his head peeking out of the top of those boxers.
“Make me come.”
“Yeah . . . not a fucking chance.” He slips his fingers out and I nearly scream. “Get on the carpet, Bo.” Confused for a moment, I slip onto the gray plush carpet Cam insisted we get. “It ties the room together,” he’d said at the time.
Soft carpet under my knees, I wait for instructions, looking up at him. I have to admit, at first it was a little strange getting used to this side of him. I’ve known him so long, I know all the goofy, sweet, and caring sides of him.
This side, though.
The feral, unhinged, turned-on Cam.
Fuck me.
This was a side I needed to get used to. I’m not sure how anyone before me had just walked away from him, but damn, I’m happy they did. They didn’t deserve a view this amazing. He thumbs the band of his boxers before slowly pulling them down. He strokes himself, kicking his boxers away.
I try to be good and wait for instruction, but how can I when he looks like this?
I lean in, taking the head of his cock between my lips.
His taste spreads on my tongue. “Fuck, Bo.” Fingers dig into my hair, fisting my strands almost to the point of pain.
I can’t take all of him, but my hand makes up for what doesn’t fit.
Cam soothes his thumb over my cheek before pulling out of my mouth, then smears his precum along my lips. “Can I fuck your face?”
I grab the back of his thighs in answer. He jerks his cock before feeding me as much as I can handle. Proportionate to his overall big frame, he’s a lot, but I try.
“Drooling. You’re so hungry, huh?”
I clutch onto his thighs, pulling him deeper. Needing more of him. He hits the back of my throat and I almost gag, but I breathe through it, trying to get as much of him as I can while the music of his moans urges me on.
His thrusts are smooth and shallow; I’m the one pulling him deeper.
The weight of him on my tongue is so good.
I run my tongue up the vein under his shaft, and my fingers tighten on his legs as he drives in deeper.
My nails dig into his flesh. Gagging softly, he finally lets up, giving me a moment to drag in some air.
Then I take him again, choking a little. My throat burns, but I can feel myself sticky with precum rubbing between my thighs. My eyes water and I push him back to breathe.
Saliva connects us. “So messy.” With his thumb he wipes some spit away then dips it into my mouth for me to suck.
“More.”
Cam’s eyes flick to the carpet before he smirks. “Ass in the air, Bo.”
Moving the coffee table a bit, I turn around, pressing my chest to the plush carpet.
His shirt rides up my body, but I’m no longer insecure with him.
He loves every part of me. I spread my legs a little wider, my dick pointing to the floor as Cam gets on his knees behind me.
“Look at this greedy little hole.” He slaps his cock against me.
“Couldn’t even wait for me to finish that round. ”
“You’ve been playing all morning.” He grabs my ass in his hand, hard, his alternative to spanking me, something he said he just can’t do. Cam doesn’t really enjoy rough sex anyway. He’s just not built for it, and I’m more than okay with that.
His head presses to my entrance, dipping in before he slips back out. He teases me, giving me just an inch of what I’m craving before taking it away. He’s sadistic. “Camden, please.”
Slowly he takes shape inside me, stretching me as far as he can go. “I’m not going to last long.” His forehead presses to the middle of my back, his arms going around me, and the mood slips into something warmer.
Slowly he pulls out, pushing back in in a soft rhythm I wasn’t expecting.
“So good, Cam.” I push back on him, stretching my hands forward, my fingers bunching in the carpet.
Adjusting my legs, I change the angle. He’s so deep I can practically feel him in my belly, the curve of him hitting exactly where it needs to.
Sometimes it feels too sensitive, almost painful, but right now it’s perfect.
He’s giving me everything I need and more.
My balls tighten as he picks up his speed, his balls slapping against me. “I had a super master plan to be dominant and rough.” He moans. “Fuck, I can’t help it. Feels so good.” His hands squeeze my ass.
“I’m going to come, Cam.” My fingers white-knuckle against the shag of the carpet. “Fuck, I’m gonna . . . I’m going to, ugh . . . yes, there. Deeper. Harder.” I clench around him, coming so hard my eyes pinch shut, each rough clap of our skin fucking more and more out of me.
“Fuck, I’m coming, Bo.” He fills me with a loud groan, clutching onto me like his life depends on it, and when he sags against me I’m still spasming with the soft thrum of my orgasm. “Holy shit.” He kisses the side of my head.
“We need a new rug,” I mumble from under the weight of him, his cock still inside me still. “Get out, please. Too much.”
“Sorry.” He kisses my head and gets off me, and when I try to stand he scoops me up in his arms. “Hear me out. Naked anime night. I want to watch Jujitsu Kaisen”
“Us or the men in this anime?”
“I was thinking us. The last thing I need is for you to see your anime husbando naked. I wouldn’t be able to compare.”
I beg to differ. “I’m sure you’d more than compare.”
“Have you seen Sakuna? Big dick energy. I don’t need that competition.”
“Doesn’t he have like four arms?”
“Yeah! And what do you think he can do with those four arms?”
I laugh, he’s so ridiculous.
He walks me into the bathroom then turns on the shower, still letting me lean my weight on him. “Quick. Clean up, wash off all the dirty things I did to you, then it’s just the two of us all weekend. No more video games today, I promise.” He kisses me between my eyes.
“You can play with Mark tomorrow, it’s okay. Just really wanted you is all.”
“Well, you have me. Whenever you need me.” He cups my face and kisses me again. “I love you, Bowen Zhao.”
“I love you, Camden Almeida.”