He’s been sleeping in Sandy’s room, but he’s the one who leads me into my room when we make our way upstairs.
For me, it’s as easy as it was that first night when we had to practice sharing a room and a bed, but I can tell it’s easier for him now... when we stand by the bathroom sink, hip to hip, brushing our teeth, and when he takes off his clothes, only leaving his tight underwear on, then slides into my bed.
I only follow suit after he’s settled, since I enjoy watching him—the way his strong legs bunch with every movement, the way the muscles on his chest shift, it’s a bit hypnotizing.
“You’re gorgeous,” I whisper, then, finally able to move, I slide under the covers and scoot my ass right up against him, throwing my arm over his torso.
“You really think that?” he asks quietly.
“Of course I think that.” Maybe that came out a little too defensive, but I can’t be sorry because he cups my cheek sweetly.
“It’s just really surprising, AJ.” His dark eyes wide, he looks at me like he really can’t believe it.
Could this be it?
The one thing he needs to go all-in like I have?
My gut says yes, so here I go.
I rise up and prop my elbow on the pillow, then rest my head on my closed fist and smush him closer to me with my other arm. I press my groin harder against his lower belly so he can feel what watching him do something as simple and innocuous as sliding into bed provoked.
“Yes, I’m hard,” I tell him, making no apology for it. “Yes, it’s because of you. Sure, you’re a cool guy, smart,so sassy, and funny too, but right now this hard-on is only for how hot you are.”
I can feel his erection start to harden against my thigh, and I go ahead and press against it.
“You think I’m hot too,” I tease, lowering my head little by little, teasing him like I want him to tease me. “Don’t you?”
“Ye-yes,” he stutters, and I can feel his rattling breath leave him through my chest.
“I want to touch you, Cam,” I confess. “I want to kiss you for hours, and I don’t want us to ever stop. And touch you,God, I want to touch you. I want to find out what you sound like, what you look like when you come.” I trail my nose down his cheek then kiss the corner of his mouth. “I also want you to touchme, desperately. I want to show you what I’ve been dreaming about every time I’ve jacked off in the last week.”
“You’ve been jacking off to thoughts of me?” he asks, and I nod eagerly. “Fuck it,” he hisses, then turns and slams me down on the mattress. His mouth is on mine, devouring, before I can even worry that I went too far. I reach up to hold on to his back, but when he grinds down and I feel his dick pressing against mine for the first time, I let myself feel all of him. I trail my hands down, sneak them under the soft fabric of his briefs, and when I feel the perfect globes of his ass, a groan escapes me.
I’ve definitely been dreaming about that ass.
“Please touch me,” I beg him—happy to, actually. “Please believe me.” That’s what I want the most, and I’llnever apologize for it. He moves fast, sitting up, and when his ass is perched over my dick and he swivels his hips, I know that was the right thing to say.
He stops moving suddenly, and then his desperate hands are tugging at my boxers, I lift my hips to help, and even reach for his underwear again, but he bats my hands away and only lowers his briefs enough to take out his long, long, hard cock.
There’s a bead of precum on his tip, and I lick my lips involuntarily. I’ve never wanted to taste cum before, not even my own, but this isn’t the moment to cheer for that realization.
Especially not because he swipes at that drop with his thumb, then does the hottest thing he could possibly do—he smears it down my dick.
I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed another person’s hand on my dick more, and my moan has to make it obvious.
“Cam, fuck, I love how your hand feels.”
“Then you’re really going to love this.”
As he shuffles back, he brings his hand up and spits on his palm, then I stare as he lines our cocks up perfectly and wraps that slick hand around them. His grip is perfectly firm, but when he strokes down that first time and I feel the smooth hardness of his cock molding against me, I go blind with lust.
“Fuck yes,” I cry out, and then every word is a moan. “Why does that feel so good?”
Cam chuckles darkly. He places his free hand on the pillow, right next to my head, and leans down, nudging mynose with his own. I tilt my head up, wanting his lips on mine even more when he strokes up then down again, but too slowly.
“I knew you’d like that, hotshot.”
“Ho-hot, huh?” I stop making sense, and I stop letting him toy with me. I just grip his shoulders and rise up to capture his mouth in a kiss that will for sure tell him how desperate I am.
