It’s kind of exhilarating, knowing he’s completely bare and at my mercy while I’m still clothed—a juxtaposition that has my own cock thickening behind my zipper. But this isn’t about me. I wanna makehimcome apart at the seams.
Make him feel as good as he makes me, just by being himself.
My lips break away from his, and I’m about to kiss my way down his body, intent on getting my mouth on him too, but the hand in my hair prevents me from getting more than an inch away from his mouth.
“What is it?” I ask, searching his face. “Because, I promise—”
“Will you fuck me?” he whispers.
The question catches me off-guard, and I freeze on instinct. I don’t move, don’t breathe, don’t even fucking think. Because, while he alluded to being verse on our little FaceTime sexcapade, I didn’t really think… I don’t know. I just didn’t expect this to beon the table when we’ve been so solid in our dynamic the past few weeks.
But just the idea of sinking inside him? Feeling him gripping me while he comes? It has my stomach vaulting into a full-fledged gymnastics routine.
Cam must take my silence as rejection, because he wets his lips and goes to retract the request.
“It’s okay if you don’t want—”
“I want,” I confirm, my heartbeat stumbling behind my ribs. “Cam, I want it so fucking bad. I just didn’t know you did.”
The smile that curves his lips makes it hard to breathe for a second, and I drop my face to his again, molding our mouths together briefly. I go to stand up, kicking myself for not grabbing any lube before coming down here, when Cam catches my wrist.
“Where are you going?”
“Lube?”
Without releasing me, he produces a bottle seemingly out of nowhere with his other hand. At first, I’m elated by not having to pump the brakes to run up and down two flights of stairs, but then I remember what he said earlier, and my gaze narrows on him.
“I thought you didn’t do this to get in my pants.”
“I didn’t,” he insists with a little smirk. “But I also know you well enough to come prepared.”
A flush warms my cheeks, knowing I can’t deny being the one to initiate sex more often than not. But I’ve never craved someone like this. And with how good it is with Cam after not having any for so goddamn long, sue me for making up for lost time.
“You’re a regular Boy Scout,” I grouse with an eyeroll.
He grins before using his grip on my wrist to drag me back onto the blankets. We work together to strip my clothes off, tossing them aside like we’re nothing more than crazed animalsin heat.
Lust and need shoot through my body like bottle rockets as I nudge his knees apart, positioning myself between them.
“Is this okay? Or do you want—”
“I want you any way,” he cuts in softly. “And I definitely won’t complain about being able to kiss you while feeling you inside me.”
His words have my balls drawing up with need, loving the visual he’s creating. But it also has this ache forming in my chest too, and I don’t quite understand why. I don’t have the chance to unpack it either, because the sound of the lube cap snapping open echoes through the basement like a sonic boom.
Cam leans forward, pouring the lube on my cock, and then starts stroking to spread the cool liquid over my shaft. Once my dick nearly drips with it, he reaches between his own thighs with the excess still coating his fingers. I can tell when he sinks one of the long digits inside himself, his lips parting slightly in a little sigh as he falls back against the pillows again.
Fuck.
I shake my head, overcome by lust as I sit front row to the show of Camden fingering his own ass. It’s sinfully erotic, and if my cock wasn’t already drenched with lube, it’d be dripping with pre-cum instead.
“Goddamn, baby. You’re so sexy. I just…” I trail off with a little laugh.
He lets out a little appreciative hum, a filthy gleam in his eyes as he pulls his fingers free and reaches for me instead. His hand anchors on my hip, pulling me toward him, a clear indication for what he wants next.
My heart catches in my throat as I swipe my tip up and down his crease before nudging it against his rim. There’s a beat where the two of us just stare at each other, completely still, wholly entranced in the moment, before my hips finally glide forward.
I breach the tight ring of muscle with ease, and a long, low groan escapes his mouth. The delicious sound has me pausing instinctively, worried he needs a second to adjust, but he locks his ankles around my ass and uses his muscular legs to pull me closer. Close enough that I slide all the way inside him, sheathed to the hilt.
