Chapter 12 #2
Cam chuckles darkly. He places his free hand on the pillow, right next to my head, and leans down, nudging my nose with his own. I tilt my head up, wanting his lips on mine even more when he strokes up then down again, but too slowly.
“I knew you’d like that, hotshot.”
“Ho-hot, huh?” I stop making sense, and I stop letting him toy with me. I just grip his shoulders and rise up to capture his mouth in a kiss that will for sure tell him how desperate I am.
I invade his mouth with no mercy, stroke up and down his tongue as fast and hard as I want him to stroke my dick, and shift my hand to the back of his head when it seems like he wants to back up.
Not now, not anymore.
I hold him there, face smushed against mine, and bite down on his lip before smoothing the sting with my tongue, and all the while he keeps his movements slow.
“More.” I snap out the demand and go right back to the kiss, and when he doesn’t immediately move faster, I jack my hips up. He laughs against my lips, the asshole. “If you’re going to get me this fucking hot, then you need to deliver, Cam,” I whine.
His response is a satisfied smile and then a gentle kiss.
“Watch, then.”
He sits up again and I let myself fall helplessly back on the mattress, then do as he says.
Gotta admit, that’s fucking hot, and I tell him so. Our dicks pressed together, both leaking precum, the contrast of our skin, and yeah, how much bigger he is than me, it’s—
“So fucking hot,” I mumble. “Faster, Cam,” I whine. “Please, faster, I wanna come.”
“I never thought you’d be this needy,” he mumbles, but he does go faster, a lot faster.
“Yes, just like that. Damn, that feels good.”
I look up at his perfect face, relaxed one second then scrunched up in pleasure—man I can relate—but then I need to look down again, and when I do I realize he’s thrusting his hips into his hand now too, not just moving his hand.
It’s like the best porno in the world but live and in person and fucking 3D, or IMAX, or whatever it’s called.
The friction is perfect, and not ten seconds later I feel that tell-tale warmth start to spread through my core just before I come.
“Cam, yes,” I moan and have to close my eyes, but I open them when Cam grunts and groans right before I feel more warmth dripping down my dick.
The way he spreads our cum over us is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “If I hadn’t just come, I’m sure that would’ve pushed me over the edge.” The words come out involuntarily, but I can’t regret them when Cam’s reaction is to chuckle lightly even while he’s still coming.
“You’re ridiculous,” he says once he’s finally come down from that incomparable high, and I love that he sounds out of breath.
“That was insane,” I tell him between my own harsh breaths. “Let’s do it again ASAP.” That is possibly the best idea I’ve ever had.
“Your eyes are already starting to close,” he points out, very unhelpfully.
“I’m gonna be ready to go in just five minutes,” I assure him.
He laughs again, and that makes my cheeks lift. I really love the sound of his laugh.
“Sure you are.”
“You’ll see. I wanna try sucking that giant cock of yours,” I assure him, and I’m one hundred percent serious.
“You can try whenever you want, hot shot. Don’t even need to ask.”
I love how amused he sounds, but I’m gonna prove it to him, that I really want it, want him, and damn, I really like that nickname. I should make everyone in the world call me—
I wake up with a start, and it takes me a good minute to remember why Cam’s next to me, and the freaking awesome way he wore me out.
He might’ve closed the blacked-out curtains because I can’t see shit, I can only feel him breathing next to me.
I even wait a few moments to see if my eyes will adjust, but no dice, there’s no light whatsoever coming in—which I normally love, but what I’d love more is to be able to see his adorable, open-mouthed, peaceful face before he’s up and thinking too hard again.
An idea strikes me, and I move fast but carefully out of bed and into the bathroom. It’s a good thing I’ve used this room for so many damn years because otherwise I really would not have known where the hell to go.
I only turn on the light once I’ve silently closed the door, and then I start to look under the sink for anything that might help me pull this off.
I have an idea of how to wake him up, and I know he’s going to demand we have a conversation before I can proceed with my plan, so saving time now is the perfect solution to still getting what I want before the ranch starts to wake up around us.
Another thing is, Cam’s been awake before me every day we’ve been here.
He’s always been drinking his coffee and dressed for the day down in the kitchen by the time I make my way down there.
It’s probably Chester’s fault. People who’ve never lived near a rooster take ages to get used to them, and Chester is especially talented when it comes to his morning singalong, so I really need to hustle, because according to the way the light looks through the small window on the top right corner of the shower wall, sunrise isn’t far off.
I realize he must’ve cleaned me up when I passed out since there’s no crusty cum on my dick, and while I appreciate that, I still need to shower to get this done.
I suspect it’ll surprise Cam when I tell him later, but I’ve had anal sex before—both ways. A girl I used to hook up with, who’s also a celebrity I knew wouldn’t blab to the whole world, loved pegging, and I was curious, so I tried it.
It wasn’t this big instant “I freaking love this” type of thing for me, but I came regardless.
I have this gut feeling it’s going to be different with Cam, though.
I can’t be one hundred percent sure that he likes to top, but being ready means I won’t have to get ready, and if he wants me to top, well then, I’ll happily get him ready.
But I really do want to try bottoming this first time, and after the way he looked so freaking perfect taking control of the situation last night .
. . yeah, I’m ninety-nine percent sure he likes to top.
So I turn on the shower and get under the spray as soon as the water isn’t cold as ice anymore, then I get to work and try to remember everything I did a few years back to get ready for that pegging.
All the while, I watch the window like a hawk, and I think it takes me about fifteen minutes, but the sky is still more gray than blue when I shut off the water.
I turn off the light and I’m ready to start waking Cam up when I remember, condoms and lube. Shit, I think I have a condom, but I doubt it would fit Cam, and I don’t have lube.
He could have some?
Like a lightbulb turning on in my brain I remember he put his wallet on top of the dresser in Sandy’s room the day we arrived, so silent as a cat I sneak out and go in search of it.
I find the wallet right away, and it does have one condom, but I almost shout in frustration when I can’t find any lube there or in his toiletries in the bathroom.
Another lightbulb moment happens and I sprint down the stairs, into the kitchen, grab the olive oil, then back upstairs I go—all butt naked.
Cam’s thankfully still sleeping soundly when I carefully open the door to my bedroom again.
I know I don’t have much time, so I climb right into bed, put the oil and condom in my spot, then carefully slide the sheets off him. Using my hand as a guide, since I still can’t see anything, I reach out to touch where I think his hip should be but touch the top of his thigh instead.
The breath I let out sounds so loud in my head, the loss of sight making everything seem . . . more, more everything. I slide my hand up, and I have to bite down hard on my lip to stop a cheer when I realize he’s completely naked.
Slowly, so slowly, I move his leg to the side then lie in the space between his knees, and then again so slowly, I trace his leg until I get to his groin.
I feel his trimmed pubes before I finally make contact with his thick cock.
It’s still impressive, even when completely limp, and before I can think too much about it, I stretch my neck to lean in closer and hold it up for my first ever taste of dick.
It’s . . . skin, honestly. Nothing I haven’t tasted before. But if I do this right, I know that’s gonna change.
So I get to work. I wrap my hand around his base and suck the tip into my mouth, pull back to lick at it, then down the side, up the other side, suck the tip again.
Little by little he begins to harden in my hand and mouth, and the rush I get from it . . . it’s exactly the same as it has been with women.
Maybe I can’t fault Cam for needing more confirmation about my physical attraction to him, because though I was sure, I have to admit this cements it for me.
Sucking a guy off isn’t something non-queer men like, not something they can do, at least I don’t think so. So this is every bit the evidence I needed.
When his groggy moan sounds in the still pitch-black room, my own dick begins to grow hard too, and there it is, exactly what I trusted would happen.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” I murmur, then go right back in for another taste.
“AJ?” he asks, voice deliciously raspy. My hips twitch down to grind my dick against the bed in response, that’s how fucking sexy his voice is right now.
“Yeah?” I ask, then take a bit more of him into my mouth and suck harder.
“God, AJ.”
“Something wrong?” I ask teasingly, then lick down the underside until I reach his balls.
I’ve always liked it when someone licks my balls, so maybe he does too? I try it out and the pleasure-filled moan I get in response is all I need to suck at his skin there too.
“Want me to stop?”
“What? When did you—how did you?”
“I thought I’d give sucking your dick a try.” I answer his questions. “And in a bit I’m gonna put a condom on your cock and then ride you into a good morning unless you stop me.”
“Wait, I don’t expect you to—”
“I want to, Cam,” I tell him seriously this time.
“Jesus Christ, I need to see your face, AJ. Turn on the light.” He sounds grumpy now, but I know it’s just his fears popping up again, and I know I need to show him I mean it. I get up and turn on only the lamp on his side of the bed, then I kneel between his legs again.
He stares up at me, and I freaking love the attraction I see in his eyes, but I know I need to reassure him before I do anything else.
“I’ve been pegged before,” I start straight off.
“And I already showered just a little while ago, and got a condom from your wallet and olive oil from the kitchen, since I couldn’t find any lube.
I just need to finger myself a bit more and then I want to ride you, Cam.
” I don’t look away from his eyes for a single second while I speak, and even though it goes on for what feels like forever, I don’t fear the way he lets the sound stretch.
Not when I can see his hard swallow, the way his dark eyes devour me, and how he licks at his bottom lip when his eyes get to my cock.
“Let me make sure you’re stretched out,” he says quietly and motions me forward.
I reach for the olive oil and pass it to him, then put one knee on each side of his hips, put my ass right on top of his cock, and swivel my hips a little like he did last night.
It has my anticipation growing while I watch him pour oil on his hand.
“Come here,” he whispers, and I oblige.
I kiss him, slowly at first. Now that he’s not protesting, I know I don’t need to rush this. I’ll want to remember this moment for the rest of my life, so yeah, I don’t rush it.
I let him set the pace while he reaches around me and palms my cheeks, and he touches my hole lightly, then with more pressure, and more and more after that. The tip of his finger slips in easily, then the rest.
The sensation is intoxicating, knowing he’s inside me, that he’ll keep being inside me for some time . . . it snaps something into place inside me.
His second finger slips in slowly, then his third. All the while his lips knead mine and we breathe against each other, and for a few moments I just stare into his beautiful dark eyes, so full of hope and . . . the future.
I don’t make even one smartass remark when he pulls his hand back and reaches for the condom. When he slides it down his cock, or when I line myself up to slide down.
I keep staring, keep recording every millisecond into my memory.
It stings at first, of course it does, but I’ve never been one to shrink back from a little pain.
When I’m taking all of him, when I’m fully seated on him, it takes me a minute to get used to it, even if I don’t want to get used to it.
I want to feel this newness forever, but at the same time I want it to be so familiar, so natural, that there’s never again any question or hesitation about it.
We belong together.
I move slowly. I want to make it last forever and we have nowhere to go today, no one expecting us anywhere, so I do make it last.
It seems like it’s hours not minutes while I rise up and down, while I rotate my hips trying to find a rhythm, learning how he moves and matching him.
Eventually, though, he asks me to lie down and he covers me, then enters me again and tells me how perfect I am, how much I mean to him.
I try to tell him the same, to say anything, but I can’t. I can only feel him all around me and in me. I can only experience the strange feeling of having found a true home.