Chapter 21 #2
“Mm, there’s your sexy little hole.”
I shiver as he starts to rub the sensitive skin. “What are you going to do with it?”
“First, I’m going to play with it. I’m going to finger it and stretch it until it’s gaping and ready to suck in my cock.”
I push onto my elbows and tilt my head back onto his shoulder. “Huh. Okay. You don’t hold back.”
“Do you want me to?”
“No fucking way. I want to hear all about how I turn you on.” Because the more he talks, the more it reminds me who I’m with. And being with Cam takes away all inhibitions, all expectations. It’s me and him and us doing this thing because we want to.
Cam hums and starts to press his fingers inside. He goes slow, but I still tense instinctually. Lips kiss between my shoulder blades, and one of his hands slips down to tug my nipple. “I know you want to let me in. Just relax that sexy body.”
Just like with the few times I’ve used the dildo, I turn my focus to my breathing. Cam’s touch is bringing my skin alive, and between that and his whispered encouragement, I’m able to get out of my head enough to melt into his touch.
He hums. “That’s it, gorgeous.” There’s a slight burn as he presses his second finger in, but this one is easier to take. “You like me playing with you, don’t you?”
“Mhmm.”
“Words, Rafe.”
“Yeah … That feels good.”
“Say it. Say you like me playing with you.”
Heat sweeps through me, and I choke on an embarrassed laugh. “I …” His second finger slides in, and a jolt shoots to my balls when he hits my prostate. “Mnnh. I love when you play with me.”
“That’s right.” Cam’s teeth tug my earlobe before he sucks it into his mouth. His breathing is loud and hot, stubble grazing my skin, his fingers working their way from invasive to pleasurable. “You just love making me hard.”
His growl makes me fist the sleeping bag beneath me as I grind back onto his fingers. “Yes … yes …”
Who the hell thought a few filthy words could turn me into this trembling mess? I can barely concentrate on what he’s doing as I start to get lost in the feel of him against me. His mouth on my neck, chest on my back, fingers stroking, cock hard and leaking against my ass.
And knowing I made him that way …
Cam’s grinding into me, and his words are starting to make less sense, more snapshots of what’s going through his mind than actual sentences. “So sexy … this hole … can’t wait … Gonna feel so fucking good …”
“Do it.”
He moans. “You sure?”
“Yes.” I have no idea if I’m sure because I don’t know how this is going to go. I just know that I need to be closer to him. I want to feel him everywhere.
Cam pulls away from me, and I shiver at the sudden cold that sets in.
Glancing back over my shoulder, I watch him tear open the condom and start to roll it down his long dick.
When Cam said the dildo wasn’t big, he wasn’t lying.
And now I’m contemplating him actually fucking me, I’m nervous.
I know he won’t hurt me, but I have no idea if I’ll be able to relax enough to take all that.
I’m not expecting it when he reaches down and spreads open my ass cheeks. “Cam!”
“Look at that.”
“What are you—”
“I’m admiring the hole I get to use.” His thumb brushes over me. “Fuck, it turns me on. You, lying there and waiting to make me feel good. Your hole looks so needy. I can just imagine it filled with my cum one day.”
My dick throbs as that visual hits me, and I grind down, needing friction. Having Cam’s eyes on me is hot as hell, and I can picture being bent over for him, using my dildo, while he gets himself off to it. “Tell me you’re hard for me,” I gasp.
He hauls my hips up off the ground, and I almost whine over the loss of pressure on my dick. “I don’t need to tell you.” He slides his hard cock along my ass, slick head nudging my hole. “Feel that? You have no idea … No fucking idea …”
Cam thrusts slowly again and then lets go of my hips with one hand.
“You’re going to take this whole thing, aren’t you?”
I nod, burying my face in the sleeping bag as he presses the tip against me. My eyes close, and I wrap a hand around my dick, lightly stroking it to distract myself.
Despite his words, Cam takes his time, pushing only the head of his cock in at first. My ass stretches wide as he gives tiny, shallow thrusts behind me, sliding the tip in and out.
“You’re doing so good. You have no idea how this looks.
So hot.” There’s a sharp crack as his palm connects with my thigh.
“Ah!” Heat covers where he made contact, and then his fingers lightly trail over it.
“Can I do it again?”
“Yes.”
He slaps me twice more, in quick succession, and I’m so caught up in the sharp pain, I barely notice that he’s pushed fully inside me.
“Oh, fuck.” Cam grabs my hips again and pulls me tight against him, grinding as deep as he can go.
His pubes press against my ass, balls knocking against mine, and when he pulls out a bit and presses back in, he slides over that little spot inside me that turns my limbs to jelly.
“Hrn, Cam, please.”
He plants a hand beside me, then leans down to brush a kiss over the back of my neck. “I’ve got you, baby.”
Baby.
Fuck. Shit. That word, and the possessive way he said it, knocks loose my feelings for him. Everything amps up to an eleven as he starts to thrust. The fullness, the ripples of pleasure, his hands skimming my body and lips against my skin.
Each slap as his hips meet my ass sounds loud and primal, and when I finally start to stroke myself again, my cock is already leaking.
It’s blowing my mind to know it’s Cam. Everything about him is so familiar, while these feelings for him are so new and amazing, and the way he’s making me feel right now is messing with my head.
When I’m able to relax, the sex is great, every nerve ending alive and buzzing, but the thing that’s sending me wild is the closeness. Sharing this with him is doing it for me. I’m cut open and raw, an exposed, sparking wire.
I wish we were in another position so we can kiss, but like he can read my mind, Cam grabs my jaw and tugs my face to his. His mouth is all needy, and the kiss is a mess. His hand slides down to wrap lightly around my throat, and it makes me feel claimed. Wanted.
Cam pulls back a little, sweaty forehead resting against mine. “I’ve wanted … so long …”
“Then take.” I catch his lip with my teeth. “I’m so close.”
He groans long and low as he pulls away and straightens up behind me.
Fingers bite into my hips as Cam picks up his thrusts.
He pounds into me, panting loud, and every time he hits my prostate, he forces a grunt from me.
My face is hot, and I’m stroking myself so fast, chasing that high, the high that’s so close and keeps building with each passing second.
“Look at you …” He gasps. “Look at you …”
Cam shudders off rhythm as my balls draw up, and my orgasm crashes into me. I cry out as I come, completely overwhelmed, and when my muscles stop twitching and relax, I slump forward in a boneless heap. Cam joins me a moment later.
He hums as he cradles the back of my head, kissing every bit of skin he can reach. We’re both sweaty, and I’m surrounded by his scent and his warmth, and I swear I could melt into it and stay sated forever.
As the high starts to fade, and Cam pulls out and we curl up in the one clean sleeping bag together, it’s starting to hit me.
That sex was maybe the first time I’ve been completely in the moment. I enjoyed it. I got off. Feeling him inside me was next-level, the deepest connection I’ve ever felt … but I can still live without it. It’s who I am.
What I can’t do is live without Cam.
Expectations and opinions be damned.
He’s mine.
And soon, everyone will know it.