Camden
Kingston fucking Wells is my boyfriend. How that’s possible, I have no idea. How his dad seems to be totally supportive of it, I also don’t know, but I don’t really care.
Because he’s my boyfriend.
It hasn’t been easy. I hate that he lives so far away from me. But knowing he’s mine . . . when I do see him, I can kiss him and hold him and just be with him . . . that’s more than enough for me.
My mom and Lucy moved to Dallas, and Lucy seems to really love it there. My mom too. It’s spring break, and I should probably be driving to Kensley to hang out with Kingston, but he made me promise I wouldn’t.
I don’t hold as much animosity for that town as I once did—especially knowing how cool his parents turned out to be, as well as my mom and LeAnn. So maybe there’s hope for that small town. But I’m not really excited about ever going back.
I will for him though. Once I finish school and have my degree.
Although I don’t have a major set yet, and I’m not really sure what I could do with it around there. But we’ll figure it out. I know that somehow.
It was like everything clicked into place when he told me he was in love with me.
I said goodbye to my roommate earlier, so when there’s a knock on my door, I’m not sure what to expect. But I know what I’m hoping for, deep down inside, my heart doing this fluttering thing as I open the door.
When I see that it’s him, my dream come true in real-life form, I fling myself into his arms and wrap mine around his solid body. “You’re here.”
“I am,” he says, squeezing me tight. “You really think I’d let spring break go by without seeing you?”
I shrug and lean back a little, so damn happy to see him. God, he makes me feel giddy, which is not something I feel often. “I’m glad you’re here.”
I yank him inside the room, shutting the door and going right for his t-shirt. He laughs and lets me pry it from his body before we move toward my tiny dorm-room bed, but when I take mine off and go for his pants, he stops me. “Wait. Just one sec, okay?”
I huff, which is not very adult, but I don’t care.
I want to fuck my boyfriend. Or for him to fuck me.
I haven’t been inside him, although he said he’s totally down for it.
I’ve massaged his prostate with my fingers and teased him a little and made him come that way.
But I haven’t had my dick inside him yet.
Oh, fuck. We need to hurry up and talk before I come without any contact.
I graze my fingers down the solid muscles of his abs and groan. My boyfriend is really fucking hot.
“I’m moving here.”
Wait. What did he just say?
“What?”
He chuckles, and it makes all his muscles ripple under my fingertips, which is distracting as hell. But I try my best to focus.
“What do you mean you’re moving here?”
He moves his body between my legs as I settle down on my back, and he leans into me. “Oakley’s dad knows a guy here who owns a landscaping business. I’m going to work for him. They even know of a house near campus I can rent. I’m going to look at it today.”
“You’re moving here?” I’m in a daze.
But his smile only brightens. “I told you we’d figure it out. It was simple. I still don’t have to go to stupid college and can keep working in landscaping. But now, I live here. I can see you every damn day. And if you want to, you can move in with me this summer.”
“You’ll stay here for me?” I move my hand up to cup his jaw, staring at him in total awe because no one moves their life for me. No one except for him. He’s always done that. Adjusted his plans to work around my shitty life.
“Of course, I will. I don’t need Kensley, Prescott. I need you.”
“We’re back to last names?”
He chuckles and nips on my bottom lip playfully. “I can always call you QB.”
“Oh God, no,” I groan playfully, but I look into his eyes. “Are you sure you want this? You love Kensley.”
“I love you more.” He says it so easily, so him.
“It’s not that simple.”
He rolls his eyes at me and pops the button on my jeans.
“Oh, but it is. I’m moving here. Hopefully, you’ll move in with me.
We’ll fuck like rabbits while you get your degree.
” He makes his way down my body, leaving a trail of kisses over my pecs and my stomach.
“I’ll make this place prettier.” He pushes my jeans down along with my underwear, my cock springing free and slapping my stomach.
He eyes my dick with hunger as he leans in and kisses just the tip, driving me insane and making my hips dart up off the bed. “Oh shit. That sounds really good.”
He grins, taking my dick in his firm hand and then licking a stripe from the base to my tip, making my thighs quake with anticipation.
“Really good.” He sucks the tip of my cock into his mouth, and I run my fingers through his hair, forgetting what we were talking about as he releases my dick, using his hand instead to cup my balls and take me into the back of his throat.
He’s getting really good at that.
“Oh fuck, Kingston. This isn’t fair to you.” My cock leaves his mouth with an obscene popping noise as he gazes up at me.
“Camden, I’ll have you. That’s all I need.”
I run my fingers through his hand and down to his face, urging him to come up to me. He crawls up, letting his solid weight settle on top of me. “Are you sure?”
He is. I can see it on his face before he answers. “Yes. I love Kensley. It’s where we started, but it’s not where we end up. I’m okay with that.”
“You like small-town life.”
“I love you. And no one says we can’t move to a small town around here. There are plenty of them. You can have your city close by with the career you choose, and I’ll have a new town. It doesn’t matter, though, as long as I’m here with you.”
“You really do love me, don’t you?” I ask, almost baffled by it.
He shakes his head at me, rolling his eyes again like I’m insane. “I’ll always love you, Camden. You’re mine, right?”
“Always.”
He kisses my lips, and then finally, we rid each other of our pesky clothes, writhing together on the small, creaky bed.
“Please tell me you’re going to have a bigger bed.” I request.
He laughs and grabs the lube from my desk drawer. We skipped condoms a while ago, and he’s well acquainted with where I keep the lube. “Oh yeah, king-sized, baby.”
I roll my eyes at that, laughing until it turns into a groan when his lubed hand starts stroking my cock. “In a tiny little off-campus house? I’ve seen those houses. No way a king-sized bed fits in any of those rooms.”
“I’ll make it work.” He climbs onto me, his thighs straddling mine, but when he grabs my cock and places it at his hole, I freeze.
“Hey, wait.” I grip his hips. “You want this?”
“Of course, I do. I want everything with you, Camden.”
“Well, wait. I have to prep you.” I try to flip us, but he places a hand on my bare chest and keeps me still.
“Already done.” He leans in, and I groan loudly as I feel the wetness of his entrance, my dick still on the outside but pleading to be inside him.
“What? How? You just got here.” He leans back enough to suck the tip of my cock into his hole, swallowed by the tight ring of muscle and nearly strangling my eager dick. “Oh, fuck.”
He has a look of determination as he takes more of me, and I will my body not to move a muscle. “My car. Before I came up here.”
“What?” I look out the window, seeing the sun is starting to set, but it’s not dark. “You’re a fucking animal. It’s not even dark.”
He takes more of my cock inside him, sweat forming on his forehead as he rocks on my lap. “Dark enough, and the parking lot is dead. Country, baby.” He leans forward and kisses me before rocking back and taking my entire dick.
I gasp when I bottom out, my eyes flying closed as I fight coming right away. “God, you feel amazing. You’re so tight. And warm.”
“I knew I’d be good at this.” He starts to move his hips, fucking himself on my dick as I hold on to his hips.
“Of course, you’re confident about bottoming.”
“I’m good at what I do.” He winks and rides me, and it shouldn’t be so damn hot, but God help me, it is.
I slide my hands over his bare chest, loving the solid muscles that quiver at my touch. When I find his dick, I give him a firm stroke, making him clench around me and moan deeply. “Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes,” he pants. “Oh fuck. Yes.”
I use the precum dripping from his slit to stroke him over and over. Nice and slow and then fast and dirty, my own balls drawing up tight as the orgasm looms on the surface.
I can’t take it anymore when I watch his cock erupt between our bodies and strangle my dick. I come with a low growl, losing myself inside him until he collapses on my chest.
“I love you.” He says it so damn easily.
“I love you too.”
He’s here. With me. And I’m never letting him go again.