It was, but Cam wasn’t about to tell him that. He’d get all up in his head again, worrying about whether it was going to be good for Cam. Newsflash: Dawson turned Cam on so much it wouldn’t have mattered if he’d been celibate foryears.
“No,” Cam murmured, “just wondering how long it’s been since anybody did this.”
Dawson’s shocked and swift intake of breath as Cam dropped to his knees was so fucking satisfying. The way he groaned deep in his throat and the back of his head hit the wall behind him made Cam’s dick throb.
“Too long,” Dawson agreed roughly, one of his hands drifting down to Cam’s hair, tangling gently in it as Cam undid his belt, his zipper on his jeans. Carefully pulled out his cock.
It wasn’t long but it was thick, twitching against Cam’s palm as he gave it an experimental stroke.
Cam wrapped a hand around Dawson’s thigh, enjoying the way it tensed under his touch. It was even more satisfying when the cock in his hand flexed, too.
“You like this?”
Dawson laughed, rough and needy. “I don’t hate it.”
“What do you like? I want to make it good for you.”
There was that desperate laugh again. It lit up Cam inside, thinking that he’d driven Dawson to this—that he could drive him even further.
He flattened his tongue and, sliding Dawson’s cock along it, got his first taste.
“God,” Dawson panted. “Not sure you’re gonna have to do anything special to make me—” He cut off with a mutteredfuckas Cam took him a little deeper.
He was just sort of feeling his way, figuring out what made Dawson tick, but Dawson was already making these insanely needy noises above him, like he could come from just a little exploration. Cam had wanted to make it last, but it was becoming rapidly clear that Dawson just wasn’t going to.
So he switched gears. Taking his cock deeper, sucking it hard, tongue flicking in and out of his slit, humming as Dawson’s precome coated his taste buds.
Dawson’s hand tightened in his hair, not pushing him, but winding in, the bite of pain ratcheted up both Cam’s arousal and his determination to make Dawson lose it.
His thigh was flexing, the muscles contracting under his palm, and Cam wished he wasn’t leaning against the wall, because he wanted to feel his ass as he sucked him down. All that plush muscle clenching and releasing, like he was already imagining thrusting into Cam’s mouth—or Cam’s ass.
Cam groaned around Dawson’s dick, mouth filling with spit.
He wanted to make it last. This was so hot—way hotter than it had any right to be—but they were both riding the edge now. Cam pressed a palm to his own dick, throbbing in his jeans. Giving pleasure always turned him on, but tonight, because it was Dawson or because it was how earnestly Dawson gave himself over to it, it was undoing him right alongside.
Then he pulled back. Glanced up. Swore he saw God in Dawson’s face. “You wanna come in my mouth or on my face?”
“Fuck,” Dawson muttered.
“Come on,” Cam teased. “Tell me, Daws.” He twisted his hand more insistently, more precome blurting onto his tongue. He was close. Cam could tell.
And he wanted it to be good. So fucking good that Dawson wanted more. That Dawson wanted this all the time, because Cam already knewhedid. Once was definitely not going to be enough.
“Mouth,” Dawson said, panting. “God, your fucking mouth.”
Cam took him deep again, sucking hard, and there was one single glorious flex of what felt like Dawson’s entire body and then he was shaking apart. Coming down Cam’s throat until he pulled back a little, at the very end, savoring it on his tongue.
His knees were shaking when he rose to his feet, arousal a live, pulsing thing in his blood. He could barely get his jeans undoneas Dawson pulled him in, palms cupping his cheeks and kissed him long and hard, tasting his own come.
For a second, Cam thought that was all it was going to take. Dawson’s plush lips working against his, his tongue in his mouth, his palm barely grazing over his aching erection.
But then a hand closed insistently around Cam’s wrist, holding him firm. Keeping him from doing anything thatmightactually set him off finally.
Dawson pulled back. “No,” he said.
Fire burned through Cam at the word. He wasn’t usually into being given orders. That had never done anything particularly for him before. But Dawson saying it sternly like that, in a voice already fucked out from his own orgasm?
That was a whole different story.
