CAMERON #3
When I thrust my hips forward, holding the back of his head firmly, he whimpered over the length of my cock, the vibrations feeling so fucking fantastic.
And when I jerked myself closer still, he choked, his eyes flashing and eyebrows twisting.
Each little move we made squeezed my chest tighter.
I curled my toes and grabbed his head with both hands, pulling him down my length just to feel a little more of the wet warmth of his mouth and the constricting of his throat.
Every filthy little act brought me closer to the red zone and to Riley himself, who slapped my thighs with both hands, then held onto me while I fucked his pretty face.
His hands clawed their way up to my stomach, my abs steely and tense with exertion.
Riley relaxed his throat at last, letting me reach far to the back of it. His breathing was cut off abruptly and he glared at me, three quarters of my dick buried in his sexy mouth, and I held myself there for an excruciating moment.
When the muscles in his throat tightened again, I pulled out, grinning at the way my cock glistened with his saliva.
He breathed in deeply and wiped his chin and eyes, then blinked at me. “I deserve it,” he said. It wasn’t a defeatist acceptance. It was an invitation, a dare, and a provocation. His eyes had never shone brighter than when he opened his mouth again and I made myself welcome.
Every little move of his tongue against the rim of my cock’s head tickled me as he sucked it and savored it, worshiping it with appetite. He wrapped one hand around the base of my dick and the other set on his own crotch.
“Tsk.” It was a warning he understood, wincing but obeying. His hand moved well away from his cock. “That’s right,” I murmured, grabbing a fistful of his wet hair and yanking him down my length. “You’re mine, Riley, to do what I want.”
His cheeks might have turned red, but he wasn’t embarrassed to do just that.
He swallowed me, his mouth gaping wide and throat letting me deep inside.
His voice came and stopped quickly, cut off with my thickness stuffing him.
He stared at me from down there, letting flashes of rebellion and panic swap.
It was on the second one that I pulled back and let him breathe.
A moment later, I was grabbing Riley under his arms and lifting him up, soothing his mouth with kisses he embraced and welcomed.
My scent on his lips and tongue turned me on so hard that I couldn’t resist reaching for his bare ass.
I massaged his cheeks, grinding them together, spreading them apart, and squeezing them so hard that Riley moaned into my mouth.
I pulled back and spun him around, pressing his defined pecs against the wall and dropping on my knees with the sole mission to lift Riley all the way to heaven’s gates. Up there, he would be turned back, no doubt, for all the sinful things I was about to do to him.
I pulled his underwear a little lower, still keeping them on his cock, but baring his ass completely.
I spread his cheeks wide and savored a choked whimper that escaped his throat.
When it passed, I buried my face between his cheeks and licked him gently, at first. It was sudden enough that he tensed, but moments later, Riley relaxed and pushed his ass back, pressing hard against my face.
His right hand fell to the back of my head and he held me there, my nose and mouth buried deep, my tongue working his tight, pink hole.
I sucked and licked and slurped like a madman, not giving a damn about the embarrassing sounds I made as I devoured him.
My tongue probed him, pushing hard against his hole until I felt him tighten and relax.
And when I lifted my hands off his cheeks, then let them fall with a loud, wet slap, it hardly even scratched our shared, filthy fantasies.
But the small shower cabin wasn’t the ideal space to toss him over my knee and show him where he belonged.
Instead, I worked him with my tongue long and hard, then pressed my index finger against his hole and circled it several times.
Slick and ready, he accepted me as soon as I added the faintest bit of extra pressure, entering him a bare inch before I felt him clench.
I paused, waiting for him to relax, and getting precisely what I wanted.
He thrust his butt back, his hole loosening and my finger sliding a little deeper.
As if he couldn’t stand the idea of not being in control, he grabbed my wrist and held me steady, panting against the tiled wall separating the stalls.
He exhaled with a groan as he pulled my hand closer, my finger entering him to the last knuckle.
“Fuck,” Riley grunted and I leaned in, licking his rim above my finger while turning my fist clockwise. His groaning grew faint and high-pitched as I pulled my finger back, almost all the way, before sliding in again, harder, and stretching him gently.
Riley was rising on his toes with each thrust of my fist; one hand around my wrist but lacking control, the other pressed against the wall.
When I looked up, his head was lifted, his mouth open, but his voice wasn’t passing through his throat.
Instead, he was breathing through his mouth, air flowing in and out of him silently so as not to draw any accidental attention to what was happening here.
My stomach leaped with nervousness and thrill. We were in a locker room shower, for fuck’s sake. It was empty, yeah, but we had no idea for how long. The sense of danger made it all the sweeter.
His breath hitched and his voice cracked. “Jesus, Cam…” His words were tortured, voice thin. “Fuck me or I’ll cry.”
I pulled my finger out, sliding my tongue over his hole a few more times as it pulsed. “Needy,” I pointed out.
“Screw you,” he rasped, though venom was gone from his voice.
My hand dropped on his ass before he could know what was coming. He yelped and broke my no-touching rule when his hand shot down to his trapped cock and rubbed.
“Stop that,” I commanded and received a pained whimper in return, followed by total obedience.
I was up on my feet effortlessly. I watched Riley’s breathing steady a little while I grabbed the condom and slipped it on. The slippery lube on it stayed on my fingers and I dragged them over his hole as I stepped behind him.
Riley didn’t need me to direct him. We had always functioned like clockwork.
It was always a dance we had flawlessly perfected, the two of us.
Riley spread his legs and folded his arms between the wall and his head, surrendering himself to my mercy.
And I positioned myself behind him, pressing the small of his back to ease it in for him.
When he thrust his butt back, I settled my hard cock between his cheeks and held back shivers of my own while sliding through.
I was feeling every little bit of him as I did this.
The familiarity of Riley’s body, no matter how much he changed and had grown in the time apart, resurfaced to the forefront of my mind and I stepped into the tide of his appeal.
I wrapped my fingers around the base of my cock and pressed the tip against his hole.
He tightened by reflex and I leaned in to kiss his neck.
It wasn’t just a gentle peck of lips on skin, but a sensual kiss that slowly morphed into a bite.
It raised his hackles for sure, but he relaxed his entrance and I pushed myself a little deeper.
The choked cry stopped me and I let him take over for a moment.
Wiggling his hips, Riley pulled away from me, then returned to impale himself on my hard length.
His arms unfolded and he set his hands on my hips, controlling my movements.
When I grabbed him by his hips and yanked him back a little, he stopped me, but didn’t pull fully away from me.
Instead, he waited and adjusted, getting used to the sensation.
It was in that moment that I realized it had been a while for both of us, and not just me.
Slowing down even more, I settled myself inside him and felt as tension left his muscles.
Whatever pain there had been, it was fading now.
He embraced me and pushed his ass back on me, letting me enter him an inch deeper.
“Now, you’re mine,” I growled and wrapped his arms behind his back, crossing his wrists and holding them in my left hand. Trapped, helpless, Riley found himself in his favorite position.
I wondered, for the briefest of moments, if anyone knew how desperate he was to be controlled like this. Had other guys done this to him, too? Blind jealousy flooded my system and I pushed those thoughts away.
He wasn’t truly mine.
I had nothing to be jealous of.
But heart and reason disagreed on it. And my heart was as possessive as ever.