CHAPTER 8 #2
Once we were safely back in my car, Cam urged me to drive away quickly just in case the man came out after us.
But I didn’t head straight home. With Cam’s hand in mine, we took a detour I knew well that would take us past the Briarwood Community Park and Gardens.
I had him choose the music, pleased to find out we enjoyed many of the same bands.
His taste in music was as eclectic as mine. We listened to a little bit of everything as we drove through the dark, dodging potholes as gravel crunched beneath the tires. He even sang along with me when a few songs from my favorite musicals played.
And Cam had... such a nice voice. Especially when he sang.
As I pulled us into the deserted parking lot, lit only by the evenly spaced streetlamps, Cam turned the music down to a dull hum that filled the background.
“What are we doing here?”
“I’m taking advantage of the quiet and solitude to plot murder,” I replied instantly, staring blankly ahead at the darkness.
I slowly turned to meet Cam’s gaze.
He grinned at me, “And here I thought you were trying to seduce me. Shame.”
Yep. That settled it. Cam was a grade-A flirt and I loved it. Too bad for him, I could match it.
“Do you want me to seduce you, Cam?” I whispered as I leaned over the console to get closer. My fingers danced over the back of his hand lightly tracing the veins, and his fingers flexed in response.
His eyes flared with heat then settled on my mouth. I watched as he licked his lips and drew his bottom lip between his teeth, working the piercing. When I noticed him leaning toward me, I swiftly sat back in my seat with a wicked smirk.
He huffed, “Tease.”
“Pot, meet kettle,” I quipped right back.
I decided to let this lingering heat simmer between us as I reached for the bag.
“Now, let’s try to get these off.”
Popping open the bottle, I poured a generous amount of lube into my palm.
The fake scent of cherries immediately filled the small space of my car which I found...
disturbingly erotic. I reached for Cam’s cuffed wrist and slicked up his hand and the skin beneath, then my own, the pink fluff clumping and getting slippery.
It felt weirdly intimate. The sounds of the lube, wet and almost sticky, could be heard over the low hum of the music.
And, for some unknown reason, between applying the lube and us each respectively trying to wriggle our hands from the constraints, my heart had begun to race.
The chains clinked and the arousing noises of our slippery hands seemed to turn something on in my brain. Or, more accurately, off. Seeing as the blood was quickly flowing from it to another part of my body.
My cock was rapidly stiffening in my sweatpants, and I couldn’t even think about what it was that had specifically turned me on. I didn’t even want to figure it out as my straining erection began to throb and ache against the seam.
At some point, I had stopped trying to work the cuff over my slippery hand and was watching Cam in his own loosely focused ministrations.
But he too abandoned his attempts, and focus, just shortly after I did.
We were both breathing heavily, chests heaving as we stared at each other’s hands. When I noticed movement in Cam’s lap, my eyes snapped there to avidly watch as his own dick began to swell, forming a very prominent bulge.
My gaze traced its way up his stomach and chest hidden beneath the black fabric of his sweatshirt.
I took in the way his broad chest and shoulders stretched the material taught, admired his tiny chin dimple and his strong jaw.
And when my eyes finally landed on his face, I found Cam watching me intently.
His eyelids were heavy and body clearly tense.
My gut clenched with anticipation. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was about to...
Strong hands reached up and cradled my jaw on both sides. Before I could register what was happening, Cam was tugging me into him and pressing his mouth fervently against mine.
I let out a desperate moan against his lips and surrendered to him.
Cam was like a storm, calm one moment then a flurry of lust the next.
You could watch him approach by the swirling gray clouds, but you were so mesmerized by his beauty that you didn’t even notice he was upon you until the rain was kissing your face.
And damn was he a greedy kisser.
But that was perfect. Because I was willing to give him everything he ever wanted.
It didn’t take him long before he plunged that pierced tongue of his into my mouth so deep that I nearly choked. He licked everywhere, every inch of my mouth thoroughly invaded and dominated by his taste, his heat… By him.
Those ravenous swipes of his tongue made my toes curl in my sneakers, and a pathetic whimper escaped our joined lips.
I couldn’t tell if it was from me or him, but I didn’t care.
All I knew was that I needed to be closer to him.
I needed his body pressed on mine. I needed to feel that cock of his against my own.
Lacking any sense of grace whatsoever, I crawled over the console to straddle Cam’s lap without breaking the kiss for a second.
I could feel that my glasses were gone, wherever they’d gotten off to I had no fucking clue but couldn’t have cared less in that moment.
Breaths and spit and moans mingled, bringing us closer and closer together.
My arms wrapped around his neck as his one snugged around my waist, the other still cradling my neck.
The hard press of his cock against my own was impossible to ignore through the thin fabric of our sweats and I couldn’t help but grind against him.
He groaned and when he tugged my chest against his, my breath rushed out of my lungs at the impact.
“Mph,” I groaned just as Cam broke the kiss.
He buried his face into my neck, inhaling with a deep, shuddering breath. The sigh of pleasure rippled over his entire body, a needy tremble that shook my own, and my neck arched in answer and request.
Slow swipes of his lips and tongue laved over the flushed skin of my neck, sucking and biting and licking as he explored.
His hot mouth clamped down and I gasped out a frantic whimper.
When his teeth sank into my neck, stabs of the sweetest pain tingled along my spine.
Closer, closer. More, more. I tangled my fingers in his silken hair as I cupped the back of his head with my hands, pressing him tighter against me telling him without words to keep. Doing. That.
This was torture.
This was heaven.
This was... not enough.
“Cam, more...” I begged. “Please... Plea- Ah!” My words ended on a sharp cry as Cam bit down even harder. So hard I knew it would bruise.
I almost came on the spot. Was I a masochist? Guessed it was never too late to discover yourself, right?
When he released the flesh of my neck, he dragged his tongue over the hurt before he stilled. His palm clenched my side in a rough grip. Just the thought of him marking me with his mouth and fingers was making me delirious with lust.
“Say it again,” Cam said, his deep voice soaked with pleasure.
His free hand left my waist to reach up and delicately trace over my neck and cheek with gentle, reverent fingers. I leaned forward so that my lips brushed his ear and imploringly whispered, so that there was no doubt,
“Please. Touch me, Cam. I need it. I want it.” I gasped as his fingers tightened on my neck. “I want you.”
He let out a low groan as if the request, my words, pained him.
But then his arms were pulling down, the chain of the cuff tugging my one hand down as well.
His fingers blindly searched for the tie of my pants and once they were undone enough, he slid his hand in and cupped my cock and balls over my briefs.
With a gentle squeeze, I gasped into his ear, hips thrusting upward of their own volition. The answering chuckle he gave me was deep and strained, riding the edge of desperation.
I clutched at Cam’s sweater as his fingers toyed with the band of my underwear before completely slipping inside.
At the first touch of his warm palm directly against my bare cock, I choked out a strangled breath. When his strong fingers wrapped around and squeezed, my brain short-circuited.
Heat sparked low in my belly and I cried out, throwing my head back in pleasure as Cam’s lube-slick palm stroked up and down my cock in a steady, torturous pace. His thumb teased at the sensitive V on the underside of the head, and I rocked my hips into him in urgent request.
Quickly, far too quickly, I could feel my orgasm approaching in a rush. My balls wrenched up tight and I slapped my hand over Cam’s to stop him.
“Too... too fast. I’m... ‘gonna cum,” I stuttered.
He leaned in, his lips finding mine once again in a slow, languid kiss. Meanwhile, his fingers were still tightly wrapped around the base of my aching cock. But they obeyed and held still. Somehow, that was even worse.
“Touch me too, Victor.”
I didn’t hesitate before my fingers were fumbling with the tie of his own pants.
Once I’d pulled the fabric down and his dick sprang free, my mouth watered.
It was thick and long and veiny, flushed a deep arousing red.
When I swiped my thumb over the leaking tip, I watched it twitch and pulse.
I was practically drooling as I stared, hypnotized by his quite honest-to-god magnificent cock.
“Do you... like frotting, Victor?” His voice was only slightly unsteady, eyes searching my own.
My scalp tingled as my cock gave an eager jerk in his fist. I swallowed and mutely nodded in agreement, praying the rapid bobs of my chin would be answer enough.
They were.
His cuffed hand reached forward to grab my own as he used both of our palms to press our dicks together and encircle them.
While aligned directly against one another, I could easily see how much bigger his cock was.
It was more than double mine in size and girth, but that only made this that much hotter.