Walker had never been so turned on having a guy’s dick in his mouth. His own dick got harder the more he felt Cameron wobble underneath him. He was better than any random college hookup Cameron had, he knew it. He sucked that dick with joy, with sloppy abandon, letting the sweaty taste of Cameron fill him up. His lips slid from base to tip and let Cameron’s cock take up his whole mouth.
He spun him around, bent him over the dresser, and slapped his pale ass. It vibrated like a tuning fork.
Again.
Harder.
Cameron gasped in pleasure.
Walker opened him up and tongued that tight ring of muscle. The musky smell traveled straight to his brain and his cock. He spat on his hole and slid two fingers inside him. Cameron was jelly under his fingers. He slammed his hand on the dresser, and the thing sounded like it was going to break. Walker went to town on that ass, slapping it again, watching his handprint disappear from the fresh skin.
“I want you, Walker.”
Fuck. There was no joke, no sarcasm, nothing underneath those words except truth. Walker’s cock raged against his pants. He could shoot right now.
“It’s all in the nightstand drawer,” Cameron said.
Walker found five boxes of condoms and two bottles of lube. At that moment, he was a little jealous of Cameron’s sex life.
“It was a Christmas gag gift,” Cameron said behind him. “A practical Christmas gag gift. I’ve only gone through a few boxes this year.”
Walker lifted his head up, and Cameron smiled at him reassuringly. Walker stopped caring. He wanted Cameron. He was going to have Cameron. And the rest was history.
“Sit on the bed,” Cameron ordered. He kissed Walker and unzipped his pants. Walker was ready to burst through the fabric. He hadn’t had a blowjob in so long, he wasn’t exactly sure what to expect.
Cameron dropped to his knees and licked his lips.
Walker moaned as he entered the warm mouth. His mind went dizzy with desire, and he reared his head back. He was not expecting this. The guy knew what he was doing and did it with more passion and energy than any of Doug’s marriage blowjobs. His tongue maneuvered around his length with precision. Walker threaded his fingers into his hair and pushed his cock deeper into Cameron’s mouth. Walker was going to blow, but he couldn’t. Not yet. He wanted more.
He had Cameron sit on his lap. His cock felt the curve of Cameron’s opening. Walker took a moment between rolling on the condom and lubing himself up to marvel at the beautiful creature in front of him. Nothing felt more right.
He got Cameron slicked up accordingly. His pupils expanded in anticipation. He pulled Walker into a kiss, full of passion and hunger. Their lips went from airlock tight to barely touching, as he sat back down on Walker’s cock. Cameron dipped his forehead against Walker and heaved out a breath. He moved slowly, getting both of them used to the sensation of Walker being inside Cameron. He breathed against Walker’s neck, the air chilling Walker’s sweaty skin.
“Yes.” Cameron was barely audible. Goosebumps covered his flesh, and Walker held him tighter.
Walker pumped into his tight hole with greater force. His need for Cameron took over. The bed creaked under their weight. Sweat funneled down Walker’s beard, dripping onto his chest. Nothing could hold him back.
Cameron cradled Walker’s head in his shaking hands. Intensity and lust beamed from his blue eyes. Walker was on the edge. The orgasm built, and he pounded into Cameron, who moaned in pleasure at the force.
“I don’t want this to end,” Cameron whispered into his ear, his breath hitting that sensitive spot at the base of Walker’s neck.
Walker grunted with orgasm, emptying himself inside Cameron. A few seconds later, he felt Cameron’s hot release on his stomach. They breathed heavily into each other’s necks, hugging each other tight.
So much for going our separate ways.
CHAPTER twenty-one
Cameron
The only thing covering Cameron when he woke up was Walker. His arms spooned over him, giving Cameron a peek at the H.J. tattoo, which he now knew was for Hobie.
Cameron’s eyes popped open. He wanted to be fully alert for this moment. It was meant to be savored and perfectly lodged in his memory. Everything felt right. The world was as it should be to Cameron. Walker’s grasp wasn’t unfamiliar. There were no questions that had to be asked, no steps that had to be retraced. It was the first time when Cameron awoke in bed with someone else and knew this was where he should be.
Walker stirred behind him. His head moved off the pillow.
This was new for Cameron. Not the waking up with a guy in his bed, but the instant comfort level of being here. Was this intimacy?
As if by clockwork, a little voice of doubt nagged in his head, saying all the right words.Arthur Brandt. Hollywood. Graduation.
