CHAPTER 14 #2
The fingers buried deep in my ass disappeared, but I didn’t get to mourn their absence long before the hot, blunt head of Cam’s cock was pressing against me insistently.
Securing my grip around his neck, I leaned back further to angle myself better.
I gazed at his face, but his eyes were glued onto where we were nearly joined.
When his dick finally popped inside, we both moaned together with the heady rush of pleasure.
He was barely in and it was already so much. So overwhelming.
“Cam. Cam. You’re so... big.” I gasped, because he really was. I was so relieved he had taken such care to prep me. Even though I did relish the sting of rough, fast sex, for this first time with Cam I wanted us both to feel nothing but the sweetest pleasure.
“Are you...” Cam’s voice broke off with another husky moan as he sank his cock in another inch. “Mmm, is this okay?”
I nodded, but my jerky chin gave away my slight discomfort.
I was biting my lip hard, and Cam leaned forward to drag his tongue over my mouth.
That made me release my bite on a gasp as his tongue swept inside so that we were kissing again.
It was a wonderful distraction to the burning stretch as the hands on my ass squeezed tighter, pulling me down onto him and making me take him in another glorious inch.
“It’s almost in,” Cam whispered. His hands slid up and down my back soothingly as I adjusted to him inside me, filling me. “Tell me if it’s too much, baby.”
“O- Okay.” I mewled, taking him another inch.
But I was a determined bastard, so on the next breath, I rocked my hips with his. Throaty groans escaped us as he continued to sink deeper and deeper, both of us moving together to gradually work him inside me.
Once he was fully seated within me, my ass met his hips and he let out a shuddering breath. Those strong arms wrapped around my back and pulled me so close that our chests and stomachs were flush, nothing separating us. We were as close as two people could ever be and I loved it. I loved him.
I love you, I wanted to whisper in his ear. I love you so much it aches. Please love me back. Please stay by my side. Please don’t ever leave me.
But I didn’t speak, didn’t let my heart spill to him as it so desperately yearned.
At least, not yet. I had no idea how he would react to my feelings, and the scars of having been burned before from my intensity still lingered.
It was a bitter fear, but one I didn’t dwell on. I would tell him. I would.
“What are you thinking about?” Cam gently asked.
His actions betrayed his soft tone though, as his hands effortlessly lifted me until just the head of his cock remained and slammed me back down onto him.
A garbled moan left me as the breath in my lungs rushed out of me.
“Don’t think of anything else,” Cam said and did it again, lifting me then pulling me down roughly. “Only think of me.” Again, he lifted me and again he thrusted up into me, adding to the momentum.
I am only thinking of you, stupid! I wanted to cry, but my tongue had forgotten how to form words as Cam’s thrusts grew more desperate.
I gasped with surprise when Cam shoved me back, pressing me firmly into the mattress and fucking me as if his life depended on it.
Where had the hesitant, concerned Cam from just seconds ago disappear to?
The brutal pounding of his hips was ruthless, the slapping of his hips thrusting into me growing faster and faster, louder and louder.
There was another sound I could hear mingling with the erotic slapping of flesh and wet squelching of Cam’s cock sliding in and out of me. It was Cam’s voice. Chanting my name like a prayer.
“Vic, Vic, Vic.” Every time he said it, his hips flexed to punctuate each thrust with my name. “Vic... Vic...”
I couldn’t think straight. Every time Cam plunged his cock into me, blinding pleasure shot through my body like a current of electricity. I was a live wire set to catch fire, and Cam was the spark.
“Oh, fuck. Satan,” I cursed after a particularly brutal thrust nearly made me cum. “I can’t... Shit, Cam, it’s too much. I’m ‘gonna-”
My voice choked off in a pathetic garble as he thrusted even harder, reaching the deepest part of me as he leaned down to thoroughly lay claim to my mouth.
My lips parted willingly for him, needing to take as much of him inside me that I possibly could.
Cam’s hips paused, giving me a second to catch my breath as he ran his lips up my neck and along my jaw, placing sweet kisses in his wake.
“Why do you say that?” he panted heavily.
It took my brain a few moments to register that he had asked me a question. After all, it was on sexy-times mode and all other responses other than “yes” and “don’t stop” and “harder” were shut off.
“Huh?” I gasped as he nipped my earlobe.
“‘Satan,’” he repeated as he tongued the shell of my ear, making me shiver. Then his mouth was on my throat.
“Oh, I...” I gulped, dry throat clicking.
It felt raw from all the moaning and I nearly winced. Fuck, how did he expect me to answer him when his tongue was... doing things to me. And his cock was still buried deep within me. I could feel it pulsing, the burning, hard length of him filling me so completely.
“I, uh, cursed myself,” I managed, squirming beneath him to urge his hips moving again. “Don’t know how to fix it.”
That wonderful tongue of his stopped what it was doing as he pulled back to stare down at me.
“You... cursed yourself?” he asked carefully, brow quirking. His lips twitched as he fought a smile, and my cheeks flushed with startling embarrassment.
It had never embarrassed me before. But, for some reason, now...
Feeling unsteady and needing to get the upper hand again, I wrapped my legs around Cam’s hips.
Locking my ankles together, I pulled him against me to fuck myself on his dick.
Even from my position, I managed to rock our hips together.
Cam let out the sweetest whine as he hunched over me, trembling arms caging me.
“Yes. Now,” I purred, “be a good boy and fuck me into the mattress.”
Cam went deathly still, as if I had just cast a spell on him freezing him in place. He didn’t even blink. The only tell that he was not, in fact, turned to stone was the rapid rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathed. My heart raced with the thrill that his blue eyes sent through me.
And, well... it seemed that I had underestimated the power of the praise kink.
Cam leaned back only to grab the backs of my knees and push my legs up to my head. I hadn’t realized I was so flexible until I’d been folded in half like a damn lawn chair. The remaining air in my chest was pushed out of me as Cam, for lack of any better words, completely lost control.
He pounded into me, fucking me hard and deep.
He held nothing back. The powerful muscles of his body bulged and rippled, sweat glistening on his light skin as he showed me no mercy.
It didn’t take long before the steady rhythm of his hips began stuttering, becoming rough and jerky telling me he was getting close.
But I was too, the pleasure coiling so tight it made me lightheaded.
“Harder, Cam,” I begged, and he obliged. “I’m... close. That’s it. Good... boy. So... good! So-”
Cam’s hips jerked in one final, brutal thrust as he shoved his dick in as deep as it could possibly go. The feel of his cock flexing inside me as he came made me cry out his name as my own orgasm crashed over me.
The sound Cam made as he came was easily my new favorite. It was low and hoarse, deep and masculine, dripping with lust and satiation. It was hungry yet satisfied, greedy yet oh so vulnerable.
His entire body jolted through the pleasure, back arching and hips flexing with every little thrust as he prolonged his orgasm, spilling everything inside me.
And I took it.
Cam’s orgasm lasted... a lot longer than I expected.
When he finally sagged against me, body spent, I flexed my ass around his softening cock just to hear him groan again.
I could feel the sticky warmth of my own release coating our stomachs, but I couldn’t have been bothered to move if the building caught fire around us.
Cam’s breaths were heavy, gasping pants in my ear as he pressed his face into my damp neck.
I could feel his heartbeat pounding against mine, echoing each other.
I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, holding him close.
Keeping my quaking legs wrapped around Cam’s hips, I held him there just in case he was about to move away.
“Don’t pull out,” I muttered drowsily. “I want to feel you inside me for a bit longer.” I hummed, nuzzling his neck with my nose and inhaling his scent deep into my lungs. “It’s so warm. I’m so full.”
“Fuck, Victor,” Cam hissed. His spent cock twitched inside me as if in a valiant effort to go again. “If you keep saying stuff like that, we’ll never leave this bed.”
I dragged my tongue up the side of his neck, tasting the saltiness in his sweat. My free hand reached between us to toy with his nipple piercing, eliciting a soft gasp from his lips.
“Good,” I whispered invitingly into his ear. “I don’t plan on us leaving it any time soon.”
By some miracle or divine blessings, Cam’s cock slowly began hardening where it was still seated within me.
He pulled back to stare down at me, the hunger in his eyes crystal clear. Once he was fully hard, I rocked up into him. His lips parted, eyes fluttering closed.
“That’s a good boy,” I praised.
***
“So, you didn’t grow up here?” Cam asked me as we strolled along the smooth, narrow path. Its gentle winding followed the edge of a large pond, the orange lights from the evenly spaced park lamps glowing on its rippling, midnight surface.
“No, I moved here for school,” I answered, licking up the ice cream that had dripped onto my thumb.