Chapter 11 | Sabastian
Chapter 11
Sabastian
I must say, I didn’t expect Cam to have another man visit him in his hotel room, especially since I was there. I thought he had more control over his dating life. I must have given him more credit because I gave myself more credit as well, and I must have been full of myself to think because this handsome classy man looked at me and asked me to his room that I was all that.
He had a life before me and because I was wise enough to know this, I said, “I’ll go with you to your home for one day and then you will have to make sure I get to Dallas on time. Can you do this?”
“Of course, I can, I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” I took him at his word and that was how I ended up in this beautiful home in Riverside with a maid and cook that brought food to his bedroom. “I could get used to this,” I joked.
“Why not? All you have to do is say it, because I want you with me.”
“I was kidding.”
“I wasn’t,” Cam uttered softly.
“This doesn’t happen in real life. I must be dreaming... Ouch! You pinched me,” I yelled.
“That means you aren’t dreaming.” He crossed his arms and snickered.
“I don’t know about this. You might be a brute. I don’t know what I’m getting myself into, and you have a boyfriend.”
“You could be getting yourself into me permanently, and I don’t have any boyfriends or entanglements.”
“What do you call that dude named Kyle?”
“An unfortunate memory from my youth.”
“You’re still young and it seems memories appear to surface when you least expect.” Cam disregarded what I’d said, maybe because he didn’t want to have to explain. He must have known that he didn’t have to explain his friends to me, the same way I didn’t have to explain mine.
“So, now you see me as being young?” He sat with a smirk and his arms folded.
“Hold your horses, stud,” I said, placing my palm against his marvelous taut chest. Cam smiled, and I continued, “Not as young as I wished, but nevertheless, any man who could take me all night inside his body, with my stamina, and need for sex, is what I call youthful. Some—”
I stopped because I had a habit of sharing too much, and I was acting overly confident since he’d said he didn’t want to be alone. Robby once said to me, when he thought I’d asked for his advice, which I never did and wouldn’t. Of course he was speaking from his own experience and he should know. “Nothing can have a man turn away from you as quickly as telling him how many men you’ve fucked, or had fucked you. Or how many men ran from you the minute you revealed you had a skin disorder.”
I was sure when Robby said ‘skin disorder’ he was being polite.
Good advice, and sometimes you could learn from a clown, because I educated myself from Robby’s simple throwaway lines. That was how I learned to keep my mouth shut, and avoid being labeled a slut who would sleep with anyone. “Those labels stick with you for life,” he was proud to say, but he didn’t explain how he knew this.
Since Robby loved to talk and never knew when to shut up, he dropped this piece of gem one night when he’d drunk too much and thought he’d found the man of his dreams. “If you’re not looking for a long-term romance, then by all means go ahead and tell that man you’re hung up or you’re open to a threesome of fivesome. That’s a good way to lose your reputation and you’ll be known as a party guy, and no man who’s looking for a long-term relationship will touch you,” Robby had said during his drunken confessions.
He had said confessions were good for the soul, but be careful who you were baring your soul to.
As I said before you could learn something from anyone, and I was careful not to tell too much especially that my name was Sabastian.
“You know I have a job I have to show up for on Monday. Does the offer still stand to send me off in a jet?”
“I said I would. Doesn’t it look like I can afford my own private jet.”
“Yes, but some men will say anything to—”
“To what? To get inside that beautiful young slim body of yours?”
“I wouldn’t put it like that.”
“But I would. I want to confess one thing to you.” He glanced at me and pulled me closer. “I want to make love to you.”
“But I thought you liked me fucking you.”
“Did you understand what I said? I want to make love to you and not just fuck you.” The way I’d done him, I thought. I was hard and relentless inside his body. “I may never see you again and I want to tell you how much I’ve enjoyed your company and being with you. You’ve made a big impression on me.”
“I promise you those weren’t my intentions—”
“I know. I’m mature enough to see through a facade. There’s nothing fake about you unlike that dude Sabastian I see on social media.” Oh, fuck me. Why did he have to bring up that name when we were getting to know each other better?
I had to do something quick because I didn’t want him going on about Sabastian where I would have to admit that I’d lied to him. That was another one of Robby’s rules. “If you like the man make sure you tell him the truth at least when you first meet him.” I had broken one of Robby’s cardinal rules. Did that mean he would never trust me?
Hell no, because tonight was probably the last night I would see this handsome dude because I would probably meet lots of billionaires in Dallas. He was just one I would remember who if I looked back on my life I shouldn’t have let get away, especially after I’d ruined my life with a young bad boy who wanted to fuck me night and day, and I’d think he was the love of my life because he was my age and had a dick like an elephant.
“You haven’t given me an answer.”
“To what?” I questioned, because I was caught up in my own frivolous thoughts.
“I said I wanted to make love to you now. Will you allow me?”
Of course I would. I was out of my element when I assumed Cam couldn’t stay hard for long, but he surprised me. Another one of Robby’s bullshit advice about giving a man over thirty-five Viagra if he wanted to fuck you, but fuck him if he was forty and over. I must have been a fool to let Robby’s advice find a home in my head space.
“Yes. I want you to as much as you want it.” Cam pulled me to him and his mouth took mine, sucking my lips and slowly pushing his tongue down my throat when he cupped my cock to make sure I was ready. I was ready to go again the moment he answered the door. I could have gone all night if it wasn’t for that interruption.
When we arrived at Cam’s home I was exhausted and we cuddled instead and fell asleep. After breakfast was brought to the room, I ate after the shower and we quietly enjoyed each other’s company, however, in the back of my mind I had to leave the next day, and I didn’t want to give up this position with Cam or leave him. I thought he felt the same about me. We had a connection and we were enjoying each other. I could say I enjoyed Cam’s body immensely and couldn’t bring myself to tell him I didn’t want to go.
This relationship, if you could call it that was too new. Was this love at first sight—maybe. However, I knew it was lust at first sight. Cam was super-hot especially since I had a chance to have his dick in my mouth.
Cam moved down the bed trailing kisses until he reached my cock and opened his mouth and my length popped inside as if it was as natural as riding a bike. I reached for his hair and brought his handsome face down where my cock rested in his throat and I punched my hips forward and I fucked his face and he didn’t complain. He took my entire length and jerked and sucked until I felt the pre-cum leaking and when he felt it on his tongue, he knew what to do.
“I don’t want to be made love to, Cam. I want you to jerk me hard and then fuck me even harder.” He placed two fingers inside my hole and I tightened around them, after he’d placed the lube on them resting on the night stand with a box of condoms nearby.
He used his long fingers to fuck me as he continued to suck my cock and jerk it at the same time. Moans of pleasure slipped from my lips, but I was mindful not to scream out because what he was doing to me was sending me over the edge, and I didn’t know if I could control myself.
“Yes, baby, that’s what I like. I want you to do this to me always.” What was I saying? This was supposed to be a onetime thing. One and done and I’d go to my job in Dallas, and he’d go to his company and if we happened to meet one day at least we had this day and night to remember.
“Oh fuck, this is good. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Yes. I’m right there. Keep going.” And my legs stiffened, my hole tightened around his fingers, and I shot my cum in his mouth on his lips. He swallowed, rubbed his mouth on the sheets as I tried to recover. I held on to my dick and he reached for my legs and opened them and hitched each one on his shoulder as he tore open the condom and placed it over his cock.
Then he spilled the lube inside my tight ring and before I could protest, he was inside me and taking me on the ride of my life. Then a loud knock came to the door and it opened.