I walk backwards, leading us down the hall until we hit my doorway. I slam him against the frame, letting my mouth travel along his jaw, his neck. One swipe of my tongue over the side of his neck causes him to groan as I press my body against his. His cock throbs against me.
And for once I don’t second guess the word that makes its way out of my mouth because it feels so fucking right, and I’ve waited a long time to say it.
“Mine,” I say as I kiss him, one arm leaning against the frame while my free hand cups his hardness through his sweats.
“Austen…” Cam breathes as his cock twitches in my hand. Cameron slides his hand into my hair, grabbing onto the locks with enough ferocity it stops me from kissing him. My cock blossoms with precum as a deep groan escapes me.
It makes my brain short circuit as I gaze up at him. “All mine,” I say greedily, relishing in the feel of his tight grip.
“Fucking right, I’m yours,” he says, crushing his mouth to mine. “Always have been.”
Within a flash, he’s shoving my sweats down. He wraps his hand around my cock, slowly stroking me and spreading my precum along my shaft.
“The bed,” I tell him, my brain forgetting how to formulate words. If he keeps this up, I’m not going to make it.
He knows how to push all my buttons, and I love it.
Cameron Scott can play me like a violin, and I love it so fucking much.
“You didn’t say please,” he teases as he bites at my bottom lip.
“Please, Cameron,” I breathe between kissing him, taking his bottom lip between my teeth.
“Get on the bed. Now,” I growl.
Cameron squeezes his grip on my hair. “So bossy,” he says as he lets go, giving me a playful shove. He leaves me standing there, hard and wet. I watch as he falls back onto my dark blue comforter, naked. He looks up at me with those perfect, steely grey eyes, his dark hair hanging in his face; lips swollen from kissing me.
God, he’s beautiful.
He’s all I’ve ever wanted.
And he’smine.
I’m going to spend every day making sure he knows it, too.
I pull my shirt off before getting onto the bed and crawling over top of him. Our cocks rub against one another and I groan.
“Not bossy,” I say as I tilt his head back by pressing my thumb against the column of his neck. His pulse hitches and I grin as I kiss the sensitive spot that makes him moan. I love how responsive he is to me. “I just know what I want.”
Cameron lets out a deep groan as I kiss my way up his neck to his ear.
“And I want you, just like this,” I tell him, letting my tongue roll over his throbbing vein. I watch his eyes fall shut and I take the moment to reach over and open my end table drawer. It’s a bit of a stretch, but I grasp the lube quickly enough.
“Fuck, Austen,” he breathes.
“Just a second, baby,” I say without thinking.
Maybe before I would have second guessed such a word, agonized over whether I should say it or if saying it would make him uncomfortable, but now…
Now I want to say it over and over, and judging by the way he’s thrusting himself against me, I’d say he likes it.
I squirt some lube on my fingers and waste no time finding his tight hole. It takes me a minute to feel around for his prostate, but when I find it, I’m rewarded with the deepest moan, his cock leaving sticky trails along my skin.
“You like that?” I ask as I slowly build a rhythm. “You like it when I call you mine, baby?”
I slip a second finger in and his breath catches in his throat. Cameron lets out a strangled grunt as I take his cock in my free hand. My thumb runs through the precum that’s collected at his slit as I scissor my fingers inside of him. His voice is strained and his breath is rapid.
“Yes,” he groans.
