Tell me you want it all and you want it with me…
Cameron kisses me back, his hand in my hair tightening his grip before he pushes me forward until my back hits the mattress. He angles himself over me, running his hand down myneck. He stretches himself along me, grinding his hips against me and I can’t help but moan. I know what he’s doing, sneaky little asshole.
I wrap my legs around his hips, playing into his trick. Watch him grin as I thrust myself up against his cock.
I tighten my grip on his sides, and flip him. He’s not a huge guy or anything, but it still takes some strength and control to flip him, but I do it easily, because he doesn’t expect it.
His back hits the mattress with a thud.
“Fucking hell, Austen…”
I love it when he curses my name.
“Wait your turn,” I say, taking his mouth viciously. The groan that escapes him makes my cock throb. “Turn over,” I whisper.
For a moment, I think he’s changed his mind. That the shift between us is off-putting and hedoesn’twant to do this.
But what he actually does is roll over beneath me so I can feeleverything.Including when he backs his ass against my cock.
My cock twitches with a fresh bout of precum, and I have to purse my lips and regain control.
I need to do this right.
“So fucking bossy,” he says, his voice full of humor.
I move off him, opening the drawer by his side of the bed.
I pull out the lube and two condoms. Just in case of an emergency.
I read that if you go too hard, too fast, you can bust it. Not that I think it’ll happen, but…
Cam’s voice is shaky, pulling my attention.
“No condoms,” he says. I stop, turning to look at him. His stormy grey eyes meet mine and I can see the turmoil on his face.
“But you said—”
“I trust you,” he says, his voice strangely vulnerable. “I trust you more than anyone.”
His words fall on me, the weight of their truth like a warm, weighted blanket.
Because it feels like he’s saying something else.
Maybe the words are stuck in his throat, too.
“If you’re sure,” I say, sliding them back in the drawer.
Cam nods. “I’m sure.”
I squirt some cold lube in my palm as I get back on the bed, warming it in my hand, spreading it along my fingers. His breath is heavy, the wait thick and tense.
I run my hands over his ass, watching the imprint of my fingers mark him when I squeeze it. He hisses when I smack it lightly, just so I can watch it jiggle.
I’m prolonging this, I know, but I don’t want to rush it. I want to savor this because I know the moment I bury myself in him, it’s all over.
There’s no going back.
I’ll be his forever.
