Chapter 26 #3
But I don’t give him time to overthink. I jump out from under him and slide an arm under his knees and the other around his back, lifting him from the sofa with an ease that makes him gasp softly, instinctively clutching at my shoulders.
“Gregg!” He laughs breathlessly, his cheeks flushing. “You don’t have to carry—”
“I want to,” I growl, low and certain. The words make Cameron go quiet.
I hold him against my chest, his head resting near my shoulder like the perfect fit of a puzzle. As I carry him toward the staircase, his fingers curl into my shirt, and he tucks his face into my neck and whispers softly, “I’m here.”
I tighten my hold as I take the first stair. “So am I.”
I carry Cameron the rest of the way like I’d been made for it, his arms stayed looped around me, his breath warm against my neck.
Every few steps he’d shift, his soft mouth brushing my skin.
By the time I nudge the bedroom door open with my foot, I’m not sure if I’m trembling from wanting or the sheer fact that he loves me.
A faint wash of white moonlight shines across the floorboards and outlines the pale shadow of the bed, and I cross over and lower him carefully, like he’s a priceless artifact.
When his back hits the sheets, he looks up at me with the same softness he’d had by the fire downstairs.
He is undeniably open and vulnerable, and for a moment, I only stare.
It’s absurd how quickly he has become my favorite sight.
His eyes look me over, reading me and searching for what I wasn’t saying.
“Gregg…” His voice is filled with wanting, barely a whisper.
I brace a hand beside his head and lean over him, letting the weight of my body hover closely. Close enough for him to feel me, close enough that he could choose me.
“You meant it?” I ask, my voice sounds rougher than I intended.
He swallows, bringing his fingers to my jaw, gentle and steadying. “Yes.”
I lower my head to his and our noses brush. His breath trembles as his chest rises against mine. “And you’re sure?” My voice is softer now. “Because I’ll take it. I’ll take every piece of you that you offer. And I won’t pretend.”
“I’m sure,” he whispers. “I’m scared, but I’m sure. You can have all of me. I love you, Gregg.”
His words undo me.
I crash my mouth into his with a moan, deeper than before, like I’m trying to show him my feelings. He responds immediately, parting my lips and sliding his arms around my neck, pulling me closer until my restraint thins into something far more instinctive.
He kisses me like a man who’s decided he’s not going to apologize for wanting.
I shift my weight, lowering onto him and letting him feel the full warmth of me.
Cameron makes a soft sound into my mouth, a sigh and a gasp simultaneously, and he spreads his legs and wraps them around my torso.
I move my hand to his cheek and stroke alongside his mouth with my thumb, kissing down his jaw, tasting him, learning him again.
I follow the line of his throat, feeling his pulse beneath soft stubble, and he inhales sharply when my lips linger.
“Gregg…” His voice hot and needy.
I lift my head and look at him. His eyes are bright in the low light, alive. “Tell me what you want?”
“I want you.”
“Say it again,” I breathe, tracing his collar bone with my mouth.
“I want you,” he begs. And I gladly oblige.
I bring myself up, and with two hands pull my shirt over my head and toss it into the darkness.
I pull him forward and tug his shirt from his body in a fluid motion, and push him back against the bed.
I take only a fraction of a second to take in his bare chest and torso, before I nudge his legs apart with mine, and pin his arms above his head.
I grind my hard dick against his through our trousers, and he moans into my mouth, but I take my time.
I release his arms and begin to trail down his body, and I’m encouraged when he runs his fingers through my hair with one hand and grips the sheets with the other.
Each kiss is soft and deliberate, and his chest rises with a sharp breath when I reach the soft skin just above his waistband.
“Is this okay?” I ask breathlessly, fiddling with the button of his jeans.
“Fuck, yes.”
In a fluid motion, I pull off his briefs together with his jeans, and begin to worship every inch of his body with fervor.
Cameron moans and arches his back with pleasure as my tongue and lips move over his skin.
My hands instinctively run over his body from his chest to his thighs, and he gasps when I push his legs back and bury my face in his ass.
“Holy shit,” he moans as I kiss the soft, sensitive spot between his hole and his nuts, then drag my tongue over his hole.
One of his hands finds the back of my head and pulls me deeper.
He wants this, and I need to please him.
I rim my tongue around him, pressing in and sucking lightly.
He grips the sheets with both hands and gasps, and when I drag my tongue up to his nuts, I look him in the eyes.
Even in the dim light, I can see his cheeks are flushed.
“Open your mouth,” I demand, and he does. I put two fingers in his mouth, and he understands, sucking them lightly, slicking them with spit. He whimpers as I slide a wet finger into him, but when I put in the second, he moans and throws his head back, eyes rolling.
“You like that?” I ask. “Do you like the way I make you feel?”
“Yes.” He sighs, biting his lip. “I want more.”
“Good boy,” I huff. “You feel so good, baby.” I sigh. Knowing that I’m making him feel good has my dick straining to be released. I grip his shaft with my other hand, swirling my thumb over the tip, slick pre-cum coating it. “Fuck, boy. You’re dripping,” I growl.
“You’re making me so wet,” he cries.
“Mhm,” I agree, popping him into my mouth so I can taste his sweetness. I easily find the right spot with my two fingers, and Cameron releases a primal sound as I massage his prostate and stroke him with my other hand. Pure pleasure.
“If you keep doing that,” he pushes my hand off his dick, “you’ll make me shoot.”
“Well, we can’t have that, can we? At least not yet.”
A wildfire burns in his eyes. “Take off your pants,” he demands. The abrupt power shift takes me by surprise, and I like the challenge of energy.
I stand quickly and tear off my trousers, and when I return back to the bed, he’s placed himself on his knees and elbows, and he arches his back. He opens his throat and swallows me down to the base.
“Fuck… you hungry boy,” I moan, pulling his hair as he looks up at me innocently with wide eyes. His tongue makes warm circles around me as he sucks slowly and deeply. He picks up his rhythm and strokes with both hands. I grip the back of his head and hold him balls deep, selfishly.
“Bloody hell!” I hiss. He’s a sight, his nose presses into me and his eyes water as I feel his throat stretch around me. He gags lightly, and I release him.
Cameron catches his breath and he spits on it, then turns around and arches his back. “Put it in me. I need you, Gregg.”
“Fuck, babe…” Is all I can say as I begin to head toward the bathroom to retrieve a condom from my bag. But he reaches out and grabs my wrist.
“I’m negative,” he states. “And I take PrEP.”
My stomach flips in lustful excitement. “I get tested regularly,” I share. “Are you sure?”
He rolls onto his back and spreads his legs, bringing his knees up and offering himself to me. “Absolutely. You’re the only one I want. I need you. All of you.”
I’m simply undone, and in an instant I’m on top of him, propping one of his legs over my shoulder and leaning down to kiss him. I pull away and spit into my hand, slicking it over my throbbing dick. He looks at me with wanting eyes as I tease his hole. Fuck, he’s so tight. So perfect.
“Is this what you want?” I growl, pressing my head against him, teasingly.
“Yes. Fuck, yes,” he murmurs, gripping my bicep.
“Tell me you want it. Beg for it.”
He lets out a plea of wanting. “I want your dick in me… Fuck me, please,” he begs. “I need you inside me.”
I push slowly but firmly into him, and he cries with pleasure at the pressure of being opened, followed by the sexiest moan I think I’ve ever heard.
“Do you need a moment—”
“Do you like my ass?” he whimpers, cutting me off.
“Oh yeah, baby. It feels so good… but do you need a second?”
“No,” he moans. “I’m yours… Fuck me, please, baby.”
Damn, he’s so sexy. He’s amazing. The world narrows to only us, and I bring his other leg into the crook of my arm.
I pull out slowly and thrust back into him, deeper this time.
In and out, deep but light. I can tell he likes this rhythm, he’s moaning and dragging a hand through his hair.
Then he looks me in the eyes, his own brimming with wild need.
“Harder,” he begs with a hint of demand.
“Oh yeah?” I push him. “Like this?” And I slam into him deep.
“Ah—Fuck!” Cameron groans, throwing his head back. “Yes! More!”
Pleasing him feels so good, knowing he wants this. But I don’t want him to finish too quickly. “What if I make you cum?” I pant.
“Don’t stop until you’re finished.”
A sharp moan escapes me, and I lean down and give him a kiss.
He arches himself into me and our rhythms synchronize unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
He feels so good, and based on the sounds he’s making, he’s loving it just as much as I am.
I boldly put a hand at his neck and squeeze lightly, but he nods in agreement and I tighten my grip on him.
“Fuck, yes. Such a good boy,” I growl, and he responds to the encouragement by opening his mouth. I take the cue and spit, something uninhibited taking over me. Who am I? And who is this version of him?
I love it.
I drill deep into him and bite his lower lip, savoring the taste of him and the moans of pleasure he gives me.
“Yes… Gregg… You’re so deep.”
“Good boy… Take it all!”
With each thrust I feel him stretch around me, taking him closer to release. I grip his cock with one hand and stroke him in time with my thrusts.
“Fuck! You’re hitting my spot!” he cries out.
“You like that, Cam? You like it hard?”
“Yes!” Cameron screams. “Please… don’t stop!” he begs. “Harder! Just like that!”
I look down at myself sliding in and out of him, sweat dripping from my brow. God he’s so fucking sexy.
“Yeah, take it!” I shout, watching my dick disappear deep into him. “Good boy… Take my dick!” I can feel his dick throbbing in my hand, and I know he’s getting close.
“Cum for me, Cam,” I say. And as if following a command, he shrieks as he shoots ropes of thick cum across his stomach and chest.
“Fuck, baby!” I groan, slowing my pace and letting him breathe. His breaths shudder as he comes down from his high.
“Did… Did you cum?” Cameron gasps through his shaky breaths.
“Not yet, babe. I’m close, though.”
“Then why did you stop?” His face is full of carnality as he slides out from under me with a whimpering sigh and gets on his knees, propping himself on his elbows and arching his back.
What have I done in this life to deserve this beautiful, sexy, and astounding man? He looks back over his shoulder, an invitation I certainly am not going to pass up. I spit into his hole and line up my dick.
“Put it in me,” he demands.
I grip his waist just above his hips, and with both hands pull him into me. With every moan into the pillow, and every plea for more, I feel it in my bones. He throws his head back and looks back at me over his shoulder.
“I… love… you…” He gasps between thrusts.
“Say it again,” I demand, giving his ass a slap and gripping a fistful of his hair, pulling him back to me.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. You’re mine.”
I give him a sloppy, sideways kiss, before pushing him down into the pillows and picking up my pace. He grips the sheets with both hands and encourages me with his moans.
“I’m getting close, Cam,” I pant. I can feel my nuts beginning to quiver.
“Please, Gregg,” he begs. “Make me yours!”
“Where… do you want— ” I choke out. I’m about to finish but Cameron cuts me off.
“Cum inside me,” he pleads. “Breed me… Breed me, please!”
That's it. My nuts empty inside him as I thrust one final time deeply. We both moan loudly as my dick throbs inside him, each pulse is a warm rope filling him.
I collapse onto him, my heart racing, and I kiss his back softly, up to his neck. I slide out of him with a shiver and he rolls underneath me, hooking a leg around my core.
“I’m yours.” He sighs and kisses me lazily.
“God,” I breathe. “Cam…”
His fingers curl into my hair.
“Gregg,” he whispers back.