He dodged me and moved toward the side of the bed. “Then what do you want to do?”
“You know what I want.”
“I do?” He blinked wide eyes at me.
“Strip,” I growled out. “And get in the bed.”
Shiloh was the perfect man for me. He knew when to tease, when to push, and when to do exactly as ordered.
He shucked his pants—he wore no underwear, the little minx—and pulled the oversized sweatshirt over his head. He was already hard, just like me.
I stripped down while he climbed into bed, being sure to give me a nice view of his tight ass. There were perks to dating a camboy, I thought. He knew exactly how to show off his body to maximum effect.
I got into bed with him and paused, unsure where to start.
“Kiss me?” he suggested, eyes warm.
I moved closer, not touching skin-to-skin, but within easy reach of his lips. I kissed him, arousal flaring as his tongue met mine.
I poured all my need into that kiss, and it grew deeper, wetter, sloppier.
Shiloh gasped as I moved my mouth to his neck and nibbled the delicate flesh.
“Be still,” I murmured. “Lie on your back.”
With a tortured groan, he complied. His nipples were tightened into sharp peaks, and I immediately took full advantage, nibbling and sucking.
“Holden, please…”
I lifted my head, seeing his hand hovering near me. I took stock of my body’s anxiety level. I was good. Great, even.
“You can touch my hair,” I said.
With a relieved sigh, he sank his fingers into my hair as I went back to work, kissing my way down his body.
My chest skimmed his side by accident. I barely noticed. I got my mouth on his dick, drinking in his delicious sounds.
“Holden,” he gasped. “Are you sure?”
I didn’t know what he meant until I realized I was cupping his ass in one hand, squeezing.
My heart gave a jolt, but my body was flooded with desire that seemed to overwrite everything else. I lowered the other hand to his ass, lifting and spreading until his hole was exposed to me.
“Just go with it?” I asked.
“As long as you’re okay,” Shiloh said.
“More than okay,” I said, bending forward to lash my tongue over the furled skin between his cheeks.
He whimpered as I circled my tongue, teasing at his rim, softening it and waking the nerves. My cock was so hard it felt as if it might burst right out of my skin if I didn’t do something to relieve the pressure.
“Toy?” I asked Shiloh.
He flung a hand to the side. “Under the bed.”
I retrieved the box where he kept a few of the toys he’d brought for cam shows. I found a dildo, slicked it up, and worked it into Shiloh’s hole, loving the decadent moan that tore from him.
I thrust it deep inside him, longing for it to be my dick instead, when the craziest thought came to me.
