I invade his mouth with no mercy, stroke up and down his tongue as fast and hard as I want him to stroke my dick, and shift my hand to the back of his head when it seems like he wants to back up.
Not now, not anymore.
I hold him there, face smushed against mine, and bite down on his lip before smoothing the sting with my tongue, and all the while he keeps his movements slow.
“More.” I snap out the demand and go right back to the kiss, and when he doesn’t immediately move faster, I jack my hips up. He laughs against my lips, the asshole. “If you’re going to get me this fucking hot, then you need to deliver, Cam,” I whine.
His response is a satisfied smile and then a gentle kiss.
“Watch, then.”
He sits up again and I let myself fall helplessly back on the mattress, then do as he says.
Gotta admit, that’s fucking hot, and I tell him so. Our dicks pressed together, both leaking precum, the contrast of our skin, and yeah, how much bigger he is than me, it’s?—
“So fucking hot,” I mumble. “Faster, Cam,” I whine. “Please, faster, I wanna come.”
“I never thought you’d be this needy,” he mumbles, but he does go faster, a lot faster.
“Yes, just like that. Damn, that feels good.”
I look up at his perfect face, relaxed one second then scrunched up in pleasure—man I can relate—but then I need to look down again, and when I do I realize he’s thrusting his hips into his hand now too, not just moving his hand. It’s like the best porno in the world but live and in person and fucking 3D, or IMAX, or whatever it’s called.
The friction is perfect, and not ten seconds later I feel that tell-tale warmth start to spread through my core just before I come.
“Cam, yes,” I moan and have to close my eyes, but I open them when Cam grunts and groans right before I feel more warmth dripping down my dick.
The way he spreads our cum over us is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “If I hadn’t just come, I’m sure that would’ve pushed me over the edge.” The words come out involuntarily, but I can’t regret them when Cam’s reaction is to chuckle lightly even while he’s still coming.
“You’re ridiculous,” he says once he’s finally come down from that incomparable high, and I love that he sounds out of breath.
“That was insane,” I tell him between my own harsh breaths. “Let’s do it again ASAP.” That is possibly the best idea I’ve ever had.
“Your eyes are already starting to close,” he points out, very unhelpfully.
“I’m gonna be ready to go in just five minutes,” I assure him.
He laughs again, and that makes my cheeks lift. I really love the sound of his laugh.
“Sure you are.”
“You’ll see. I wanna try sucking that giant cock of yours,” I assure him, and I’m one hundred percent serious.
“You can try whenever you want, hot shot. Don’t even need to ask.”
I love how amused he sounds, but I’m gonna prove it to him, that I really want it, want him, and damn, I really like that nickname. I should make everyone in the world call me?—
I wake up with a start,and it takes me a good minute to remember why Cam’s next to me, and the freaking awesome way he wore me out.
He might’ve closed the blacked-out curtains because I can’t see shit, I can only feel him breathing next to me. I even wait a few moments to see if my eyes will adjust, but no dice, there’s no light whatsoever coming in—which I normally love, but what I’d love more is to be able to see his adorable, open-mouthed, peaceful face before he’s up and thinking too hard again.
An idea strikes me, and I move fast but carefully out ofbed and into the bathroom. It’s a good thing I’ve used this room for so many damn years because otherwise I really would not have known where the hell to go.
I only turn on the light once I’ve silently closed the door, and then I start to look under the sink for anything that might help me pull this off.
I have an idea of how to wake him up, and I know he’s going to demand we have a conversation before I can proceed with my plan, so saving time now is the perfect solution to still getting what I want before the ranch starts to wake up around us.
Another thing is, Cam’s been awake before me every day we’ve been here. He’s always been drinking his coffee and dressed for the day down in the kitchen by the time I make my way down there. It’s probably Chester’s fault. People who’ve never lived near a rooster take ages to get used to them, and Chester is especially talented when it comes to his morning singalong, so I really need to hustle, because according to the way the light looks through the small window on the top right corner of the shower wall, sunrise isn’t far off.
