Atticus #3
And as I find it, finally massaging my head over it, Cameron mewls. It’s a loud, unhinged sound that rips free from his throat and soaks into my flesh like a sweet symphony.
“There,” I groan, hitting that same angle once more.
“P-please,” he pleads, and not for the first time, this strong and beautiful man appears to be someone much smaller and delicate before me. “It feels so much hotter with you inside.”
“Fuck,” I grit out, thrusting faster, harder.
Just as I think he might ask me to slow down, or to let him adjust some more, all things considered, Cameron reaches down and hooks his hands beneath his own knees, drawing his thighs against his chest.
Offering himself to me. Giving me better access. Wanting it.
“You look so pretty,” I tell him, my words a choked-off moan.
“More,” he begs.
I tighten my grip on his hips and slam him down to meet my every thrust, pounding into him as if I’ll never get the chance again. As if I’m trying to break him.
“Tell me how it feels, baby,” I insist. “Tell me exactly what I’m doing to you.”
Cameron’s eyes are unfocused, drool trailing from the corner of his mouth and mixing with his tears as he gasps.
“It feels like fire,” he mumbles. “You’re lighting me up. I… I think that I’ll die when I come.”
“Oh, god, that’s hot.”
“I can feel you pulsing,” he continues. “I can feel every inch of you, hard and warm, so deep inside. It’s driving me crazy.”
My hips snap forward, unrelenting and now without rhythm. I’m holding on by a thread. Normally, I can last quite a while, but not today. No, not with him shaking so beautifully and his words piercing something deep inside of my heart.
I need to come, and so does he.
“Touch yourself,” I instruct. “Fuck your hand until you come on my cock, sweetheart.”
Releasing one of his thighs, Cameron listens and begins to stroke himself with a breathy moan, exactly as I knew he would. He listens so well.
The bruising on his stomach undoubtedly hurts from this position, but he doesn’t seem to care. To notice. If I weren’t so desperate to see his face as he comes on me for the first time, I’d flip him over and try to give him some relief.
But I am. Desperate, I mean, and I refuse to let him finish without my eyes on him.
His hand works faster, his grip tight as he rubs his cock raw. The visual of his angry, red cockhead shoving through his fist is so stimulating I have to bite my lip to the point of pain to keep myself from blowing too soon.
“Come, Cameron. I need you to come now.”
I have zero seconds of restraint left. But luckily, Cameron has even less.
“Oh, fuck!” he shouts, his arousal spilling over his fist and coating his stomach like a breathtaking painting. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Ungh, yes,” I groan. “Just like that, baby. Let go, surrender yourself to me. God, you’re so beautiful when you fall apart.”
“Atticus, I-I…” his words trail off, his frantic stroking slowing down as he has nothing left to give.
And now, it’s my turn. With a few more thrusts, I explode inside of him; the combination of the heat of his body surrounding me and my own release is so insanely delicious that I can’t breathe. I can’t keep calm.
“Cameron,” I pant, fucking my own come into him a few more unsteady times. “So good for me.”
“O-oh!” he gasps, feeling the warmth of my release coating his entrance and how it’s dripping out of him with every thrust. “I can feel it.”
“Take what I’m giving you,” I tell him, though the intensity of the moment has passed.
Now, as I lazily grind into him with my softening cock, I feel nothing but admiration. Joy. A weird sense of respect and so much fucking longing that I’m sick with it.
My body collapses on top of his, my nose pressed to the side of his head as I breathe in the sweet scent of his hair.
There is so much I want to say, to do, to experience with him. I never want this to end. But, as I lie here, one thought pushes through all the rest.
“Shit!” I hiss. “We didn’t use a condom.”
And now I’m feeling like a shitty person because that was my responsibility. Cameron is new to gay sex, and he was sleepy and desperate when we started. I should have thought it through. I should have—
“I don’t mind,” Cameron mumbles. “I’m not… I’m not sleeping with anyone else. Are you?”
He sounds hesitant, even a little scared. But I’m soaring.
“No,” I tell him. “I’m not sleeping with anyone else.” I lift myself enough to stare into his eyes, demanding and serious. “And that’s as it should be. Don’t give yourself to anyone but me. Swear it. Say you won’t let another man fuck you, and that you won’t fuck anyone else.”
Cameron stares at me with big, watery eyes and tear-stained cheeks. His face is still flushed, and his blond hair is matted to his forehead with sweat.
Finally, he says, “I swear it.”
And my lips crash into his. It’s a hungry, devouring kiss as I suck his tongue into my mouth and swallow every small, desperate noise he makes.
I swear it, too. I swear that one day, Cameron will be with me, in Chastain Castle, all mine.
Mine to protect. To guide. To control.
And nothing, no one, will stop me.