Chapter 35 #2
His eyes heat, clearly very fond of the idea, before both hands find my hips again, and he starts dragging me onto his cock while simultaneously thrusting into me.
I let out a little yelp of pleasure, seeing stars behind my eyes from the added depth and intensity.
The noises falling from my lips only get louder as his pace picks up, pistoning into me like it might be the last thing he ever does; the quick, confident strokes pushing us both toward impending bliss.
Soon enough, those deliciously addictive pants and whimpers fall from his lips too, sending more zaps of pleasure to my leaking cock.
“Goddamnit, Lo. So close. Need you there with me.”
Little does he realize, I already am. Everything about him is unraveling me at the seams, and that’s before a palm fists around my cock again, jacking me from root to tip.
His movements become more frantic—frenzied, even—while the other hand on my hip tightens, gripping me at a bruising level.
But I don’t care. His touch is what’s keeping me tethered to Earth right now, and the only thing capable of sending me to the stratosphere.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, my eyes falling closed as I give myself over to pleasure.
“Yes, Lo. Come.”
My hands grapple against the smooth stone, needing something to hold on to while he pounds into me with reckless abandon, before finding the edge above my head.
But even clawing at the granite for dear life isn’t enough to stop me from catapulting off into freefall from the dual sensation of his hand shuttling up and down my length while his cock pegs my prostate.
I come on a guttural moan, my back arching from the euphoria as my release slams into me like a Mack truck.
Hot, white ropes of cum spill from my cock while Cam strokes me through my orgasm, keeping his thrusts at a quick and brutal pace.
That button inside me may as well be on fire every time his head swipes over it, drawing out the pleasure until it nearly borders on pain, leaving a chain of expletives to fall from my lips.
My ass constricts around his shaft, causing his rhythm to falter, but it must be enough to have him following me over the edge into bliss.
He curses softly as his hips stutter, his hand leaving my cock to grab my waist while he buries himself deep inside me and stills.
And it’s in that second—when I feel the warmth of his release filling me—I realize what the jersey fascination is.
Because he may have claimed me countless times before—be it with his cum, his lips, his teeth—but to have his name on my body while it happens?
A name I want to take as my own someday?
It’s a whole different level of possession.
“Oh my God,” he whispers. “That was…”
Yeah. That was.
A soft, disbelieving little huff of laughter falls from his lips as he slowly pulls from my body and slides my ass back onto the countertop.
My legs dangle off the edge as I catch my breath, feeling like my limbs are made of Jell-O.
But ever the caretaker, Cam steps away for a brief second to grab some paper towels, only to return and wipe the cum from my stomach.
I sit up once he’s done and peel the jersey over my head, far too sweaty to be wearing clothes now, even if it was his request for me to keep it on.
For a second, we just stare at each other, breathing in the same air.
A dopey, sated smile crosses his lips, one that I’m certain matches the one I’m wearing.
But as high as I am from that orgasm, and even with the buckets of cum he just wiped off my stomach, I’m already hard again. Or rather, I’m still hard.
“So, how soon for round two?” I ask, panting.
Cam lets out a breathless huff and shakes his head. “Like…fifteen, maybe?”
My gaze narrows on his face. “You’re a professional athlete. I’ll give you five.”
A mixture of a scoff and a laugh slips from him as I jump off the counter and head over to the living room. I feel his gaze on me—specifically on my ass, where his cum has started leaking down my thigh—and I swipe it up with a couple fingers.
I arch a brow at him while dropping down on the leather sofa, only to start stroking my cock with his release.
“Let’s go, Steele. We’ve got a lot of rooms to go.”
After a second round of deliciously tiresome sex—first with me sucking and licking his cock back to life before having him ride me on the living room sofa—Cam and I find ourselves naked and chatting away while curled up together in his bed.
It’s well after midnight, according to the alarm clock on his nightstand, which is the only thing in his bedroom besides his bed, I’ve come to realize.
Not that I’ve spent much time looking around since he carried me in here and promptly threw me down onto the mattress. I’ve been too busy kissing him, touching him, reveling in the fact that this amazing human still chooses me after all this time.
It’s a fact I hope never changes.
“You said you’re on break, right?” he asks while watching my fingers trail over the ridges of his abs.
“Mmm,” I hum in confirmation before pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Until the second week of January.”
“I don’t know what your plans are, but would you wanna stay here during it? Even if it’s just for a night or two?”
My gaze slides over to his, finding his eyes already lingering on my face. The amount of love and hope and happiness flowing from their blue depths is enough to drown me, but it’s a way I’d be happy to go.
“And what if I want to stay every night?” I whisper, and he arches a brow.
“For break, you mean?”
I shake my head. “For good.”
There’s a beat where he’s silent, processing what I’ve said, before a slow smile pulls at his lips. He lets out a soft laugh and sits up against the headboard, pulling me with him.
“Lo, are you inviting yourself to move in with me?”
I hum another confirmation before swinging my leg over his hips, straddling him. Leaning in until my nose brushes his, I place a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth before whispering, “I mean, how else am I going to ruin your sleep schedule?”
“You’re already managing pretty well on your first night. But I guess I can make that sacrifice if it means seeing you as much as possible.”
“You guess, huh?”
“Yep, and only because I know what a great roommate you are.”
There’s a teasing gleam in his eyes when I pull back to meet his gaze, and I shove his chest playfully.
“Roommate?” I admonish with a huff. “Last time I checked, I now have the title of boyfriend. For real this time, which happens to mean I’ll be even better at it than the first go ‘round.”
Another rich laugh leaves him as his hands find my waist, gripping tightly.
“Lo, I was sold the moment you walked through the door. Seeing you here… It just solidified how much I don’t want to be without you anymore. In any capacity. So, yes, I want you to move in with me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” he whispers, before kissing me softly. “Besides, how else am I gonna get that pesto chicken?”
I scoff and shove against him again, but an arm locks around my lower back, keeping me firmly in place. “First of all, you’re a menace when it comes to that dish. But since we’re on the subject of food…I am kinda starving.”
He arches a brow. “Feeding you my cock earlier wasn’t enough? You want actual food too?”
I shrug before pressing my lips to his mouth, then his cheek, murmuring against his skin, “What can I say? I’m insatiable.”
My path moves to his jaw, and I revel in the feel of his stubble scraping over my lips.
It’s a new sensation, but it’s quickly addicting, as are all things Camden Steele.
And as he pulls my mouth back to his, stealing another kiss, there’s no doubt in my mind that I’d do anything to make sure I never have to live without this.
Without him.
“You really like the beard, huh?” he asks, laughing after I break the kiss to nip at his jaw some more.
“No. I love it.” I straighten and meet his gaze before whispering, “I love you, Cam. Everything about you.”
“I could say the same thing about you. So I mean it, okay? Move in. As soon as you want.”
I nod, feeling so much gratitude and excitement swelling in my chest.
This semester has been rather lonely anyway, what with Lexi and Willow both having graduated and Bailey finishing his degree in Norway.
I hardly know any of my new roommates, but then again, none of them could ever compare to the one I’m currently looking at.
Yes, the drive to campus every day will be an annoyance, but it’ll be worth it, getting to spend every night under the same roof with Cam again.
Or, almost every night; when he doesn’t have tedious stints of away games.
“C’mon. Let’s feed you,” he murmurs, patting me on the ass.
After stealing a pair of his sweatpants, the two of us make our way to the kitchen, where we decide on eggs and bacon for our midnight snack after rummaging through the fridge. Despite my protest, he insists on doing the cooking, leaving me to sit on the countertop to watch.
“At least this place will be a lot more homey once you’re here,” he states, glancing over at me.
“Yeah, I wasn’t gonna say anything…but where’s all your stuff?”
He laughs as he steps between my legs, letting his forehead fall to mine. “I have the essentials, all right? Bed, couch, flatscreen. And now my man.”
I pull back, unable to hide my amusement. “You’re such a sap sometimes.”
“Oh, absolutely. But at least me being a sap means we get to make this place ours, not just mine, right?” My heart swells as I nod, and he smiles. “Good, because I have an extra bedroom that can be your office.”
“Apparently we didn’t make it that far on the tour,” I tease.
“Well, there’s nothing in there, so unless you want to fuck on the floor or against the wall…” He trails off, only to start laughing when he catches the devilish smirk on my lips.
“Hey, it wouldn’t be the first time we had sex on the floor,” I muse, holding my hands up. “But it could be more fun to wait ‘til there’s a desk in there.”
“You crazy little nympho.”
“Your little nympho. And only crazy for you.”
He grins as he squeezes my thighs with his palms. “Exactly the way I like it.”
I grin at him, the words damn straight sitting on my tongue, when my eye catches on something on the floor, peeking out from behind the island.
My sketchbook, I realize—the one I gave him earlier tonight.
I’d noticed it was on the counter when I got here, but I must’ve knocked it off in the midst of our sexcapades.
Hopping down, I grab it from where it fell and set it back on the island, but before I can close the cover, a warm, firm torso meets my back. Cam presses a gentle kiss to my temple before reaching around me, flipping through a few of the pages before closing it himself.
“I read this on the plane ride home, you know.”
“And?”
“I really liked it. The art of course, but the story too,” he murmurs. “I’m thinking we should frame the final version in your new office once it’s out.”
I snort and roll my eyes. “Let’s not get carried away.”
“Oh, believe me, I’m not. Getting carried away would be blowing all these up and turning them into our living room wallpaper.”
Okay, fair enough.
My lips twitch, picturing coming home to that scene, only to think of some art inside this sketchbook I actually wouldn’t mind having on display somewhere in here.
“Did you happen to flip to the back cover?”
I glance at him over my shoulder to find him shaking his head.
Of course, the question prompts him to do just that, and his lips to roll inward when he sees the piece of sketch paper taped there.
It’s the same one I gave him for Valentine’s Day almost two years ago, depicting all the very real moments of our fake relationship.
“You kept this? The whole time?”
I nod, feeling my throat get thicker. “I didn’t want to throw away the moments where I was falling in love with you.”
There’s a beat while Cam just stares at the page, tracing his fingers over the lines of art, before he turns me around to face him.
“You really were all in, weren’t you?” he whispers, his gaze scraping over my face, and I nod again.
“Then. Now. Always.”
A smile—the one I’ve come to crave the sight of—pulls at his lips, before he presses a kiss to my temple and taps the page on the counter again.
“You should write one of these one-shot things about us. I look good as a manga character.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Okay, I’ll bite. Where would you start the story? When this was fake, or when it became real?”
“You gotta start where it all began, Lo. With wall twerking and baton twirling.”