12. Cam #3
The look he gave me was so earnest. It washed over me like daybreak, and something inside me melted.
“What you’re already doing is good,” I told him. “Really. More than good. It just might take a little time.”
“Well, you can have all the time you want from me. You can have everything.”
He kissed me again, and it was slower this time, gentler. Like he was trying to kiss those words onto my tongue, so I could speak them even when he was gone.
I was rock hard, like that blow job at The Port Hole had never happened. I hipped up, our cocks sliding against each other. Jordan twisted, slipping off me and onto his back. He tugged me on top of him, his hand sliding in between us, stroking us together.
“I’m not too heavy for you?” I asked. “I don’t want to break you.”
“I’m not made of glass, you know. But no, not too heavy. You’re perfect.”
“You’re biased,” I said with a laugh, but I let a little more of my weight fall onto him.
“Maybe,” he said. “But I seriously don’t understand how you made it this far without—I mean, I’m not trying to sound judgey, but how are people not throwing themselves at you all the time?”
“I don’t know if I’m the best person to answer that,” I said wryly. “All I can tell you is that they’re not.”
“Or they are, and you’re just not seeing it.”
“I’m pretty sure I’d know if people were attracted to me.”
“You didn’t know that I was attracted to you.”
“You don’t count.”
“Oh, thanks. That’s nice to hear.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I do know what you mean,” Jordan said. “But I think you’re wrong.”
“I’m not the type of person people throw themselves at,” I said. “I’m awkward. And clumsy. Just this afternoon, I practically molested you in front of my grandparents, and you ran away. And you like me—or say you do, anyway. Imagine if that had happened with anyone else.”
Jordan looked at me incredulously. “Are you serious? I ran away because I was embarrassed that I basically begged you to fuck me by rubbing my ass on your dick.”
I frowned. “You yelled when it happened.”
“I didn’t yell.”
“Okay, maybe it was more of a growl, but—”
“It was a moan, you dummy. It was a moan because I was so turned on by how close you were, and I ran away because I was mortified that I’d come onto you twice in two days. Talk about molesting—I’m the offender here.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Yesterday? At the bar, when I kissed you?” Jordan arched an eyebrow. “If you haven’t figured it out by now, that wasn’t a joke. That was me being unable to stop myself.”
“I kissed you back,” I said. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want.”
“I groped you, and you jumped back.”
“I jumped back because I was afraid you’d feel how hard I was,” I laughed.
“And yet here we are,” he said, stroking my cock.
“Here we are.” My cheeks were on fire, but I couldn’t stop smiling.
“I guess if we’re doing the whole spilling our secrets thing,” Jordan said, “I should probably also admit that there’s another reason I ran away this afternoon.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I have no fucking clue how to fix a dripping sink. Or do anything with plumbing, for that matter.”
My brow knitted. “But you said—at the bar yesterday, you said they’d called you there for a plumbing issue.”
“No, I said I was wearing waders because I was helping Levi with a plumbing issue. Which was true, but I wasn’t doing anything complicated.
Just helping him mop up, and I lost track of time, and ran down without changing when I realized how late I was.
You were the one who assumed the bar had called me for help.
Which doesn’t even make sense, really. Why would a bar call a non-professional who doesn’t even live on the island to help them fix their plumbing? ”
He had a point, now that I thought about it. “Why didn’t you correct me?” I asked.
“Because what was I supposed to say? No, I’m actually here because I’m very late for a dick-sucking appointment? You caught me coming out of the bathrooms because there’s a glory hole in there, and the waders are just a fashion statement?”
“Oh God,” I said, laughing. “Now I feel even worse about this afternoon, pressuring you to fix their sink.”
“It wasn’t all bad,” Jordan said. “I didn’t hate the parts where you were draped on top of me, even if I did make a fool of myself. I just wish I’d been able to help. Was it complicated?”
“What, their sink?” I shook my head. “No, the O-ring had just worn out. Once I got my hands on a new one, it was an easy fix.”
“Interesting.” Jordan snickered.
“Oh? What’s so interesting about that?”
“Just wondering if you’d like to get your hands on my O-ring. Or any other parts of your body. On it. In it. Pounding through it.”
I snorted. “Pounding through isn’t typically the kind of thing you do with an O-ring.”
“Maybe not with yours. But mine’s extra tight, Cam. I think it could use a little wearing out, to be honest.” He grinned. “Now, do you have any lube, or are we going to have to get creative?”
“No, I have some.” My stomach flipped over. “I bought some condoms too. The day we first agreed to meet up.”
My hands were shaking as I grabbed a condom and bottle of lube from the little crate I kept under my bed, but Jordan took them from me gently and ghosted a kiss across my lips.
“Here,” he said. “Let me show you.”
I could scarcely breathe as he slid out from under me and spread his legs apart, bringing a lubed finger to his hole. He let out the sweetest little whimper as he pushed it inside. I expected him to close his eyes, but he didn’t—he looked right at me instead. My cock throbbed.
“Will you help me?” he whispered, handing the bottle back to me.
As if I could deny him anything. I slicked up a finger and brought it to his entrance as he slid his out and began stroking his cock.
“Just push it in,” he said. “I need to feel you inside me.”
Hearing that sent another bolt of electricity through me, and I wondered which one of us was leaking more precum right now. Slowly, I slid my finger inside. He was hot and tight, his eyes locked onto mine, pleading for more.
I couldn’t stop myself—I slid down the mattress and brought my mouth to his cock. I needed more too. More of him. Jordan’s hand fell to his stomach as I took the head of his cock into my mouth, sucking it in time with my finger thrusting in and out of him.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck, you’re so good at that.”
I wasn’t sure I really was, but I was too turned on at this point to be anxious, and before I knew it, I was following his commands for a second finger, and then a third, pumping, twisting, and making him writhe.
“God,” he breathed. “Oh, God, okay, stop, stop, stop.”
I pulled away instantly, sliding my fingers out. He must have seen the panic on my face, because he reached up and patted my cheek.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just very close to coming.”
“That’s kind of the idea, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” He grinned. “But I don’t want to do that until your cock is inside me.”
Jordan tore the condom open, then unrolled it down my length. I tried not to shudder in pleasure. I didn’t want to come just yet either.
So I bit my tongue as Jordan slicked my cock with more lube, thinking about climate change, about that awful hardware store encounter with the melon lady, about Levi finding out I was about to fuck his little brother—anything that might put a damper on things.
Jordan smiled up at me. “Since it’s your first time, it might be easier with me on my stomach. Gives you easy access. Plus, my ass is cute.”
He wasn’t wrong, but… “Do we have to?”
“Well, no.” He looked at me quizzically. “Why, did you want to do something else?”
“I kind of wanted to see your face,” I said, wondering if that sounded overly saccharine. Maybe so, but it was better than explaining that I wanted to make sure I wasn’t hurting him, wanted to know he wasn’t grimacing when I couldn’t see.
But Jordan didn’t seem bothered by any of that. If anything, he flushed. It was a nice change of pace, me turning his cheeks pink for once.
“Oh,” he said, biting his lower lip but failing to contain his smile. “Yeah, that works too.”
That, I thought. I want to see that face again. I want to make him smile like that every day.
He spread his legs apart and pulled his knees back as I slid in front of him. Fuck, his hole looked inviting. So tight, even after all the work my fingers had done.
“You won’t hurt me,” he said, reading my mind. “I promise.”
“Okay.” I brought the tip of my cock to his entrance.
He nodded. “Okay.”
I took a deep breath and pressed in. I meant to ease my way into him, but I slid in faster than I expected, sheathing myself to the hilt in one go. Jordan’s eyes went wide, and my stomach flipped over again, but then he smiled.
“God, you’re big.” He grinned. “Not too big. That’s not a complaint. Just…fuck. It’s been a while.”
“Still okay though?” I asked.
“Still okay.” He stroked my cheek, his eyes fluttering shut as he breathed. “Fuck. More than okay. Way more.”
He opened his eyes and did something with his hips, somehow drawing my cock deeper before releasing, and for the first time, I let myself really feel him.
Feel what it was like to be inside him. Feel the heat, the constriction, the smoothness and glide.
He was slick and soft and incredible—but that was only the physical part.
There was something deeper, too. Something coming from the center of my chest, the very core of me. The part of myself I’d tried to ignore all my life.
Moving in Jordan, moving with Jordan, I wasn’t trapped inside my own body anymore. I was part of him, and through him, I was part of everything. Connected to the whole world. In that transcendence, for the first time, I felt at peace in my own skin. Through Jordan, I was set free.