He’s in love - Cameron
Chapter sixteen
He’s in love - Cameron
When Everett seemed like he was done with fishing, I knew it was time to go home, but I didn’t want our time together to end. “Hey, want to come back to my place for a while? We can watch a movie?”
“Netflix and chill, huh?”
“As much or as little of those things as you want. I’ll even make dinner.”
“Hm…” He scratched his chin, pretending to think about it. “I like this idea, but…”
“But?”
“Let’s stop and get something from the diner. It’ll be faster and we can get on with the chill part.”
“Perfect. Let’s get this picked up.” It was pretty easy since we didn’t actually catch any fish to keep.
We loaded everything in my truck and headed out.
I was seriously excited about this next step, though I hadn’t anticipated it at all, which got me thinking that I didn’t have any supplies at the house.
“I, uh, would like to make another stop before we get to the diner.”
“Oh?”
“I, uh, shit, this is hard.”
“Just spit it out already. We are adults here.”
“Need supplies, Ever.”
For a second, he stared at me like he had no idea what I was talking about, but when I raised my eyebrows, he got it. “Oh. Yeah. How about I phone in the order while you go in the store?”
“Perfect.” I was so good with that plan and thrilled that Everett seemed just as excited.
It took us more time than I would have liked to get the food and get home, but it could have been worse, and the food was delicious as always.
We sat at my big dinner table out back. The evening air felt warm, and I lit a few citronella candles to hopefully keep the bugs away.
Overall, it was nice, and even better, cleaning up was easy.
“Any idea what movie you want to watch?” I asked as I dropped the final bit of garbage in the can.
“No, uh…don’t think it matters. I’m not planning on watching the movie, are you?”
“Honestly, no. I’d rather watch you.”
“Good. Then just put something on.”
I turned on the TV, flipped to Netflix, clicked the first movie that came up, and turned the volume low while Everett made himself comfortable on the couch.
My couch was great for snuggling and watching movies, and I was happy to crawl up there with him.
It only took a little maneuvering to get all wrapped up together comfortably.
But true to my word, I wasn’t watching the movie.
I looked into his eyes, loving the soft gray hue.
“You were serious, huh?”
“Yeah. Very.”
“Mm-hmm…” He touched my lips with the tip of his finger, and I sucked it into my mouth. “Damn, Cameron.”
I let go of the finger and kissed his lips instead. He pressed back, giving as much as receiving. As our tongues dueled, Everett grabbed my ass and squeezed. My dick came alive and pressed painfully into the denim of my shorts. He let go when I grunted. “Sorry, you okay?”
“Too much of okay, if you know what I mean.” I waggled my eyebrows, making him laugh. That was definitely a milestone in Operation Get Everett to Relax, and one I hoped to repeat because his voice was incredible and his eyes lit up like gray diamonds.
“W-What did you do with the supplies?”
What did I do with them? Oh, left them on the island counter in the kitchen. “Wait here. I’ll get them.” I rushed into the kitchen and found what I wanted. A big bottle of lube and a deluxe box of condoms. I opened the box and pulled out a strip, then raced back to the couch and tossed it at him.
He held up the strip. “Ambitious?”
I shrugged. “Optimistic? Maybe.”
Everett laughed again, and I decided that was the best aphrodisiac in the world. I grabbed my dick and squeezed it.
“Why don’t you just take them off?”
I nodded like a fiend, then took the shorts off, along with my shirt, and got back on the couch in my boxers.
Everett pulled his shirt off and shimmied out of his shorts as well.
With a lot more skin revealed, the sexual tension ramped up.
I held him close, and we made out like teenagers, kissing and touching wherever we could.
Everett’s five o’clock shadow scratched against my throat and chest, and I slid my hand into his boxers to get my fingers around his cock.
“Cameron? We’ve never talked about preferences… Do you top?”
“I can go either way. What would you like?”
“Oh, good. I like to bottom, if that’s okay with you.” No way was I turning that down.
“Perfect.” I kissed him again as I squeezed his cock and gave it a couple of strokes. “How about we ditch these?” I pulled at the elastic band that was already halfway down his leg.
“Yeah…” He yanked and kicked until they were off, then got comfortable again. Only it might have been a great snuggling couch, but it wasn’t a great fucking couch.
“Want to go back to my bedroom? It’ll be more comfortable, and honestly, once we really get started, I don’t want to stop.”
“Oh. I guess so, yeah.”
When we got to my room, he got on the mattress on his hands and knees while I dropped my boxers and opened the lube.
His ass was killer like he did stair climbers daily.
I gave one cheek a squeeze, then I gently bit it, and he squealed.
I rubbed his back and kissed up his spine as I felt around for that lube I’d tossed up beside him.
“Let’s get ready.” I clicked the bottle open and used it generously, spending time prepping him until he finally sighed and rolled over on his back.
He was simply gorgeous, stretched out like that, long torso, graceful arms, and his cock was a beauty.
It perfectly suited him right down to the soft peachy coloring.
I needed to touch him and reached out, gently stroking his balls and rubbing up his cock.
He stretched into my strokes like a cat. “Mmm…”
“You like that?”
“I like everything you do. Maybe do more.”
“Yes…” I was more than ready to get on with the doing more, and as I got on the mattress behind him, he lifted his legs and grabbed his knees, pulling them in and showing off his gaping hole. I grabbed the lube and squirted more on my hand before stroking my cock and lining up.
With all the gel I used, the head of my dick slipped around before I could get it lined up enough to push in.
The first bit was difficult, as always, but we worked together and made quick work of the push-and-burn segment and powered right into the feeling-good part.
His channel was hot and tight as I fucked into him, and it felt so good that I wanted him to feel it too.
I canted my hips left then right and around, hoping to hit his P-spot, and I was getting frustrated that I couldn’t find it until Everett lifted his ass a tiny bit higher and bam! He screamed unintelligible words.
“Yes!” Now we were cooking, and I thrust into him harder and faster until we both came intensely.
Afterward, I jumped on clean-up duty, then snuggled in next to him. He wound his legs together with mine, and I didn’t want this to be over. “Stay the night?”
“I don’t know…”
“I’ll drop you at Harrington’s to get your car early in the morning.”
“Early-early? I have a lot of stuff to do. I’m already behind—”
“Stop it. Early as you want. Now relax.” I literally felt his body tense up as he thought about work. I turned to my side and ran my hands through his hair. “Do I have to fuck you again to get you to relax?”
His lips turned up in a smile. “Maybe later…”