18. Nico
NICO
Watching Cameron stretch himself for me was better than any dream I’d had, and it was happening in real life right in front of my face.
He’d straddled me backward with that fucking jockstrap still on, with three fingers in his hole.
My arms strained against the headboard, needing to touch, but also loving this take-charge side of Cam that I’d never seen before.
He’d driven me to the edge at least three times in what felt like hours, and he showed no signs of mercy.
Every few minutes, he’d press the end of the plug deeper inside me, making me whine.
Cam scooted forward until he was hovering over my cock, and it was like an out-of-body experience. His warm hands rolled the condom down my length and coated me with lube. I was only half-conscious of the sounds babbling from my mouth, desperate pleas to feel him around me.
“Gonna milk you ’til there’s nothing left.” His words pierced through the fog in my brain and grounded me back to reality. He lowered himself until the blunt head of my cock pressed against him.
“Oh, fuck.”
I bucked up into him, but he maintained all the control as he slowly pressed back onto my length. Cameron was going to do this his way, and I was just here to be his toy. That didn’t bother me in the slightest. I was sure I’d never had a sexual encounter this hot in my life.
“I’m not going to last,” I said when he was fully seated on me, his ass resting against my hips.
I wanted to trace the place where we were connected. I wanted to hold his hips and slam into him. I wanted to leave marks.
Cameron glanced at me over his shoulder with a mischievous grin. The broad expanse of his muscular back, as it twisted, was mesmerizing.
“I’ll tell you when you can come.”
I groaned. This bossy Cameron was going to kill me.
My hands clenched into fists above me. Cam rode me at exactly his pace, using my cock to bring himself to the edge.
I panted beneath him as he gasped and moaned whenever he found the perfect angle.
Soon, he was slamming down onto me, and I was doing everything I could to hold back my orgasm between the sensations of the tight heat around my cock and the pulsing vibrations against my prostate.
Just when I thought I had it under control, he pressed a button that made the vibrations inside me increase.
“Sugar, I need to touch you,” I pleaded. “Untie me, please.”
“You beg so prettily.”
To my relief, he reached back, pulling the tie loose from my wrists. In a heartbeat, I had us flipped and his jockstrap on the hotel floor. Cameron was on his stomach beneath me, and I pounded into him. I gripped his hips, and my teeth clenched around the meat of his shoulder.
“Fuck, Nico,” he said, reaching down to grab his cock and stroke in time with my thrusts. “Make me come.”
His wish was my command; I pulled his hips until he was up on his knees, his wide back stretched out on the mattress, and his head buried in the pillow. I grabbed the lube and slicked my hand, reaching around and taking over for him. He groaned as my tight grip circled his cock.
I felt his legs shake against mine, and I adjusted my angle until he was screaming into the mattress. Soon, the warmth of his cum coated my fingers as he collapsed onto the bed with a choked groan.
When he turned his head to the side, I relished the satisfied, half-lidded look on his face. My thrusts slowed despite the protests from my desperate cock and the way his muscles squeezed around me.
“You can come now, babe. Wanna feel it.”
With that, the floodgates opened like magic.
After two hard thrusts inside him, I was coming harder than I’d ever come in my life.
It seemed to go on forever. My orgasm washed over me in waves, a warmth from the base of my spine all over my body until my balls were empty.
It was like four orgasms wrapped in one.
Holy shit.
Whatever the fuck that was, I wanted more.
But not tonight. The exhaustion of the day was finally hitting me, and all I wanted to do was crawl under the covers and pull Cameron into my arms until sleep claimed us.
He seemed as out of it as I was as I moved him into the hotel shower for a quick rinse, and then into the clean bed.
“Thank you for tonight,” I murmured as I wrapped my arms around him. “Just having you there helped so much.”
I understood why he was frustrated about being ignored when I’d supposedly asked him on a date—even if it was a fake one.
As much as I’d been afraid to get too close to him, lest my feelings for him show too much, I’d also leaned heavily on his presence in the gallery tonight.
Every time I glanced in his direction, it calmed the buzz of anxiety in my chest.
“I missed you,” Cameron said, half asleep against my chest. “Even though you were right there.”
I dragged my fingers across the tattoo on his thigh, where his leg was draped over mine, tracing the garland and the little red bow.
I could only think of one reason he’d put the bow in that exact spot.
The warmth and the darkness coaxed a confession from me.
“I’ve missed you every day since I left. ”
Cam made a satisfied hum, and before sleep dragged us both under, his lips connected with mine.
Sunlight assaulted me too early, and I grumbled under my breath about forgetting to close the blackout curtains. Cameron stirred against me, still lingering in that soft place between sleeping and waking. He looked more relaxed than I’d ever seen him.
“Kiss me,” he murmured, his eyes still closed.
I thought maybe he was dreaming until he whispered my name.
Tilting his face up to meet mine, I gave him a peck on his lips.
I hadn’t intended to deepen it, knowing that we both probably had terrible morning breath.
But then he lunged forward and took my mouth with an intensity that had me gasping.
His tongue tangled with mine, and I forgot about morning breath, where we were, and even my own name.
I bit his plump lower lip, making him groan and wiggle closer to me. His body was draped over mine, and I ran my hands up his back and into his hair.
“Cameron,” I said against his mouth when we finally parted for a breath.
The sound of my voice seemed to hit Cam like a truck, and he pulled back with wide eyes. Glancing toward the open window, he leaped out of my arms. I felt the loss like a physical blow.
“Shit,” he said, glancing around the room with a panicked stare.
I sat up, the sheets draping in my naked lap. I suddenly felt exposed in a way I didn’t like. “What’s wrong, sugar?”
Cameron looked at me pleadingly, but I didn’t understand what had happened, so I couldn’t begin to know how to help him.
He opened his mouth and closed it a few times before finally saying, “It’s so bright already. Are we going to make it back in time for me to open the shop?”
I leaned over to check my phone. “It’s not even seven yet. Come back to bed?”
Cam shook his head, and the open part of my heart started closing up.
“We’ll barely have time for breakfast as it is. I have to pack.”
For a few minutes, I watched him rush around the room, throwing things haphazardly into his bag.
His hands paused when he landed on the butt plug and the tie, still lying in the second bed.
I couldn’t bear to see regret on his face, so instead, I pulled myself out of bed and retreated to the bathroom.
Once I was behind the safety of the closed door, I breathed deeply a few times before splashing my face with cold water.
I wasn’t sure what would happen now that our arrangement was complete.
I only had a few more hours of work on the mural, and Cam had fulfilled his end of the bargain.
Was that all this was to him? It had been so long since we’d been close that I wasn’t sure how to interpret his panic this morning.
Could it truly be just about making it back in time to open Frosty’s, or was he also in a hurry to get away from me?
Maybe last night hadn’t meant as much to him as it did to me. But also, I hadn’t told him what it meant to me either. I had wanted to tell him I would stay, that I wanted to figure out a way to make this work, but the words had stuck in my throat.
I shook off these feelings. I’d need to wait for the right moment to confess everything. Not minutes before we were about to be trapped in a car together all morning. I rearranged my face into that carefree grin I knew so well and opened the bathroom door.
“I’m excited to finish this mural,” I said. “It’s turning out even better than I’d hoped.”
Cameron scanned my face, and my smile faltered briefly. He sighed and turned back to his bag.
“Better than I imagined, too,” he said. “Thank you.”
“Happy to do it. I’m thankful you gave me the chance.”
He scoffed, but there was a soft smile on his face now. “As if I had another choice.”
I stepped closer to him and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind.
Cam’s shoulders momentarily tensed before relaxing back into me.
He grunted when I sucked on that mark I’d left under his ear and freshened up the bruise.
It might take some magic to figure out how to make this work, but Sleighbell Springs had that in spades.