A second later, the broad head of Cort’s cock was pushing in, stretching him until Cam was utterlyfilled.
“Oh, fuck,” Cortmoaned.
Exactlywhat Cam was thinking. He braced his arms harder against the back of the sofa as Cort’s hands found Cam’s hips and held him tightly. Cort began to move against him, harder and faster, pulling back then filling him up. It was monumental. It was earth shattering. It was unbelievablyperfect.
“Cam. God, you’re so tight. So perfect.” The words were mindless, but the low, gravel-filled, lust-wrecked tone traveled straight to Cam’s cock. He let his head hang down and gave himself over to Cort’s movements, bracing themboth.
Cort’s hands came up to trace lazy patterns on Cam’s skin as he moved, faster then slower, as though Cort was mapping his body, laying claim to every inch of his flesh. Up his back, over his shoulders, around to his chest, and then down his stomach. When Cort was bent over him completely, his warm breath in Cam’s ear, his hand reached for Cam’s cock and slowly began to stroke in time with histhrusts.
No more words needed to be said between them. Cam let himself become lost completely, a vessel for Cort’s pleasure. Cort was utterly focused on Cam, reading every sign of his body as he showed him without words how perfect they could betogether.
Cam bit his lip as the combination of physical pleasure and emotional release built inside him. It was too much, too much for him to hold onto. The steady slap of flesh against flesh filled the air, and Cam spread his knees further apart, opening himselffurther.
“Please don’t stop,” he plead. “Don’t stop. Don’t everstop.”
“Oh, Christ, Cam. I won’t. I can’t. You are the only one, the only thing. It’s never been like this before. No other. Notever.”
The babbled whispers made Cam’s chest swell. He wanted to be Cort’sonly one. He wanted to be the only one who could make Cort this inarticulate anduncontrolled.
Cort spread his legs and changed the angle of his thrusts, so he tagged Cam’s prostate with each pass of his hard cock. Cam saw stars, and felt his body start tosway.
“Hang on, Cam. Hang on for me,” Cort told him, stroking him faster, his thumb swiping the head of Cam’s cock and spreading the copious amount of precum gatheringthere.
He wanted to obey Cort, wanted to wait, but his pleasure was climbing higher with every single movement of the man behindhim.
“I’m so close. I’m so close,” Cam began, then moaned as Cort’s hand slapped against hisass.
“You wait for me, Cam. You hear me, baby? You don’t come until I say. Wait forme.”
Cam bit his lip and his eyes rolled back in his head. He’d never felt sensations like this, layer upon layer, more than he could stand. Had anyone ever known him this well? Had anyone ever understood exactly how to reach him, beyond the perfection of the hand stroking his dick and the exquisite rhythm Cort had set? Cort knew how to reach his heart, the part of him that wanted to be taken, owned,loved.
“Oh, fuck, Cam! I am so close, baby. This ass is perfection. I love the way you wait for me, the way you obey me. The way you give yourself to me so perfectly.Jesus.”
Cam let out a low moan. He couldn’t hang on much longer. And then Cort slid out of him completely and braced his hands on Cam’s hipsagain.
“Turn over,” he said. “And lay down on thecouch.”
Cam lay on his back on the leather couch while Cort hovered over him, sweat-darkened tendrils of his dark gold hair falling against his cheeks and green eyes glowing with need. He allowed Cort to arrange his pliant limbs exactly as he wanted them, so Cam’s knees were drawn up to his chest and his feet were braced over Cort’s broadshoulders.
“I want you like this. I want you to see me while I’m fucking you. I want you to look at me when I make you come, and I want you to scream. My.Name.”
Before Cam could process the words, Cort was sliding back inside him, filling every empty inch of him. Cort braced himself over Cam with one hand on the cushions, then bent down to kiss Cam, sucking his tongue into hismouth.
Cam reached down to grab his dick, needing more friction, but Cort slapped his hand away wrapping his own around itinstead.
“This is mine now, Cam. You come when I tell you,remember?”
Jesus, that should not have sounded as good as it did, but Cam was beyond caring about what heshouldwant and what should turn him on. All he wanted was this man, just like this,forever.
Cort’s thrusts picked up speed, faster and faster, each twist of his hips brushing his cock against Cam’s prostate, making his eyes roll back in his head. He could feel his balls drawing up tight and felt his orgasm barreling towardshim.
“Oh, God. Cort! Please! It’s got to be now. You’ve got to let me!” Cam’s voice was high-pitched with need and lust so acute it wasanguish.
Cort’s hand moved faster and faster over Cam’s well-lubricated cock. “Come for menow, Cam, and then I’ll come foryou.”
Once again, Cam’s cock obeyed Cort’s orders directly, bypassing his own brain entirely. No sooner had Cort spoken the words, given his permission, then Cam was coming, semen shooting over hisstomach.
Cort paused to trail a finger through the evidence of Cam’s pleasure and tasted it. “So fucking sweet,Cam.”
Cam’s sated dick twitched at the blatant approval in his tone, even as Cort got back to business, moving faster again inside Cam, chasing his own release. God, the feeling was exquisite - pleasure and pain combined, and Cam loved the look on Cort’s face as he used Cam, his green eyes staring down into Cam’s as though Cam was the most important thing in the universe to him right there and then.This this this. Forever and ever andever.
Cort pulled out of him gently, his hands braced on Cam’s thighs, and then he was ripping off the condom and jerking himself, his cum joining Cam’s on hisstomach.
He lowered himself over Cam, plastering their cheststogether.
They were both panting as if they’d run for miles, smiling at each other like lunatics. Cam couldn’t help but laugh at the satisfied grin on his man’sface.
It was silly, it was crazy. The wrong time, the wrong place, with way, way too many unanswered questions for becoming involved with Cort to be a rational decision. But maybe Cort was right. Maybe the truest things didn’t run on logic,anyway.
