17. Cameron
CAMERON
The hotel room door had barely closed behind us when I crowded Nico against it. He gasped as my lips trailed up his neck.
“Tonight was a very disappointing date,” I said, my voice deep with pent-up frustration and lust. I was tired of hiding my feelings. “I had to watch you flirt with every important person in Boston while you barely looked in my direction.”
Nico opened his mouth, but I held my thumb to his lips, slipping it inside. His eyes burned as I undid the last two buttons on his shirt and slid it from his shoulders.
“The only thing holding me back tonight was knowing that I was the one taking you home.” I slid my hand up his bare chest and around his jaw, so I could turn his head and trace the shell of his ear with my tongue. “Are you going to give me what I want?”
If I was only going to get one night with Nico like this, I was going to make sure I got exactly what I wanted.
“What do you want, Cam?” Nico’s voice was breathless.
“Everything.”
I loosened my tie, unwrapping it from my neck and running my fingers along it. “How do you feel about being tied up?”
Nico’s eyes tracked my movement as he nodded. “Please.”
“Get on the bed. Clothes off. Hands over your head.”
A shudder ran through his body as he followed my instructions. He painted a pretty picture, spread out naked on top of the sheets with his arms stretched above him.
“You know I was only doing what I had to do to sell my paintings,” Nico said with a smirk. “Anything you want, you can have.”
“I doubt that,” I murmured. Because what I wanted was to take him home to Sleighbell Springs and keep him. “But tonight, I want your orgasm. I’m going to tease you until you can’t take it anymore, but you aren’t going to come until I say.”
“Yes.”
Nico groaned as I straddled his chest and wrapped his wrists with my tie, fixing it to the hotel headboard as best I could. He’d always been a fleeting thing, something I could barely hold on to, always off to the next thing. But I would keep grasping until he slipped through my fingers again.
“Tell me your safe word.” I checked the tightness of the tie and made sure it wouldn’t cut off his circulation.
Nico huffed beneath me. “Figgy pudding.”
I threw my head back in laughter. He always knew how to make me laugh. “Figgy pudding it is.”
Once I was satisfied with the tie, I stood from the bed, slowly removed the rest of my clothes, and laid them neatly over the back of the hotel desk chair. Stripped down to my jock, I leaned over and dug through the suitcase.
“God damn,” Nico whined. “I want to touch you so bad.”
I smirked at him over my shoulder. “Not yet.”
Finding what I was looking for, I tossed the lube, condoms, and the slim vibrating butt plug onto the bed beside him.
His eyes widened. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“Do you want me to?” I knelt between his legs, pushing them apart.
“I would let you,” he said after a long pause.
“That’s not what I asked.” But it was enough of an answer. “I’m not going to fuck you, but I would like to play with your ass.”
He sighed and nodded as I ran my hands up his thighs and traced his V-lines with my thumbs.
His chest had a smattering of curly dark hair, and his pubes were neatly groomed.
I wasn’t a super hairy guy, but I’d always loved the way Nico’s forearms and thighs were covered in thick fur.
Everything about his body was perfect to me.
I leaned forward to swirl my tongue around Nico’s nipple, and his body arched up, seeking contact.
I avoided his cock, though, choosing instead to trace every line of his body with my fingers, and then my mouth.
I wanted to memorize every plane, dip, and curve so that when I was all alone back in Sleighbell Springs, I could remember what it felt like to have him again.
Nico let out a whine of relief when I finally laid my whole weight on him, my arms stretched over his to entwine our fingers, and my face buried in his armpit. His hips moved beneath my stomach, chasing pleasure as I licked the taste of him from his skin.
“Fuck, Cameron,” he gasped when I finally put my hand around his cock. “You feel…”
I hummed against his throat, sliding my fingers over his cock. He’d been leaking like a faucet this whole time, and I coated his length with his precum and sped up my movements. When his thrusts became more desperate and his breathing more rapid, I released him.
“Unggghh. You asshole.” Nico’s eyes clenched shut as he threw his head back. His biceps flexed against the restraints.
“You come inside me or not at all, babe. Which is it?”
I smirked down at him, tracing my fingers over his balls and up the underside of his cock. It jumped beneath my touch.
“Inside you,” he said in a rush. “Please, sugar, need to be inside you.”
I hummed, tapping my chin with my fingers and pretending to consider his pleas. “You’re going to suck me first.”
He opened his mouth in an instant, tongue out and waiting.
It was the most powerful I’d ever felt. I wasn’t sure if Nico had ever been tied up before, and maybe I should have asked, but I hoped he’d think the payoff was worth it.
He was going to come harder than he ever had in his life, if I had anything to do with it.
I wanted him to be tortured by this memory forever, just like I was going to be.
Nico gasped when I straddled his chest backward.
The fabric of the jock strained against my erection, but that was exactly how I wanted it for now.
When I lowered my ass to his face, we both groaned in relief.
I used the headboard to brace myself as I let him lick and suck my rim like it was a popsicle.
I cupped his head, adjusting the angle of his mouth slightly so I could ride his face, pressing closer so his tongue could reach deeper.
Nico moaned against my hole when I reached down to play with his balls. I squeezed the base of his erection, coaxing more of those delicious vibrations from his throat.
When I scooted away, Nico chased me with his mouth.
Settling between his legs again, I grabbed the lube and coated my fingers. I glanced up at his face as I traced his cock with my tongue. His eyes were hooded, pupils blown wide, lips red and puffy from eating me out.
He looked wrecked.
I slid my slick fingers across his hole as my lips closed around him, and Nico gasped, thrusting into my mouth. I massaged my finger over his furled skin, coaxing him open.
“Cam, oh fuck.” Nico writhed beneath me, caught between my tongue and my fingers. “You feel so fucking good. I can’t—”
“You can.” I curled my fingers, searching. “You will.”
When I finally found that spot I was looking for, I had to release him from my mouth for fear he would come too soon, and my fun would be over. Nico was panting and whimpering as I stroked my fingers against his prostate.
“Please,” Nico said. “Please, sugar.”
“I love hearing you beg.” I nuzzled my face against his balls. “What do you need?”
I pulled my fingers from him to coat the vibrating plug with lube, and Nico whined at the loss. He gasped when I pressed the blunt head against his taint and turned it on.
“Tell me,” I said as I slipped the plug inside him. The sounds he made as the vibrations settled against his prostate could have made me come untouched.
Nico thrashed his head back and forth against the pillow. “Need your hole, Cam. Need to be inside you.”
The desperation in his voice went straight to my dick. This whole night, I’d been pretending to be the one in charge, but the truth was, Nico had me wrapped around his beautiful fingers.
I was so fucked.