“HolyfuckingJesus,” I gasp.
My forehead falls to his as I do my best not to come on the spot. I’m already seeing stars from the way his ass constricts around my cock while he adjusts, and I swear, I’m two seconds from exploding inside the tight heat of his body.
I try to think of anything other than how warm and snug he feels around my cock—like being forced into a hockey uniform against my will—and it works until Cam shifts under me, drawing my attention straight back to my dick lodged inside him.
“Move, Lo. I’m good. I need—”
“I need a second,” I cut in, shaking my head. “It’s been a while since I’ve topped. I don’t think—”
“I don’t care how long you last. Just let me feel you. Please.”
“Baby, I don’t think you understand—”
He silences me with his lips, claiming my mouth in a kiss that damn near steals my breath too. It isn’t sweet or gentle; it’s full of this furious need and passion he can’t contain. But I’ll happily take it from him. Greedily, in fact.
The pressure in my balls starts to subside as I devour his mouth, allowing me to give a tentative thrust. When I don’t come on the spot, my hips start moving more instinctually in long, slow rolls, bottoming out inside him each time. The languid pace draws out the pleasure welling inside me, but soon, it’s not enough.
Cam’s soft moans into my mouth spur me on, my hips pistoning forward faster, harder, losing a little more of thecontrol I have over my desire as I give myself over to him. My lips part from his to trail over his collarbone, then up his throat as I keep thrusting forward, completely lost to the world.
Right now, it begins and ends with him.
“You feel amazing, baby. So warm and tight,” I pant into his ear. “I can’t wait to hear what you sound like when you let go. Feel you clenching around my cock while I fuck you.”
I give him a harsher thrust on the last word, and like I’d hoped, it draws out the sexiest groan from him. His lips part in pleasure as his back arches off the blankets, the heat of his skin searing mine as our chests brush.
“Fuck, Lo. Then give me more,” he pleads. “Give me fucking everything.”
I release a low hum as I shift back, gripping his hips and yanking him toward me on the next thrust. He lets out a choked moan as I hit a deeper spot inside him thanks to the new position, the sound sending zings down my spine with every snap of my hips.
But it’s not enough.
I wanna be so fucking deep inside him, it’s impossible to tell where he ends and I begin.
So close, we may as well be one.
My hands skate up his thighs before hooking under his knees and lifting, pulling him even closer, impaling him impossibly deeper, and we both groan in unison.
“Oh,fuck,Lo,” he whispers, tone damn near pleading, as his eyes slam closed.
And, God, I love when he calls me that. I don’t understand why; plenty of people have used the nickname for me in the past. But something about the way Camden says it… I don’t know. There’s just something different about it. Maybe because I’d gotten so used to hearing him call me Little Reed instead. Which, admittedly, I’ve come to really like too.
“You feel sofuckinggood, baby,” I pant, slamming my hips home again. “Stroke yourself for me. You know I love to watch.”
His lids lift, attention locking on my face as he reaches down to grasp his shaft. There’s no hesitation as he strokes himself in quick, steady movements, keeping up with the pace I’ve set for us.
And his gaze never leaves mine, not once, allowing me to see every ounce of pleasure swirling in those oceans he has for eyes. It’s intoxicating, knowing I’m the reason behind it—a high unlike anything I’ve ever felt, especially when they roll back in his head when I hit that perfect place inside him.
My teeth sink into my lip, loving how dismantled he’s become. How needy, panting, and breathless—showing me a completely different side of him, but not unlike the way I unravel every time he sinks inside me.
The sight has pleasure coiling at the base of my spine, letting me know I’m not gonna last much longer. He doesn’t seem to be faring much better, his hand moving faster now, the pace becoming downright frantic.
“Shit, I’m gonna… I’m—”
“Come,” I command, slamming my hips forward in a brutal thrust. “Let me feel you clenching around me, baby. Milk my fucking cock.” The filth continues falling from my tongue without thought, too entranced by the way he’s writhing and arching beneath me, barely holding on when I just want him to let go. “Right fucking now, Cam. I wanna hear you moaning my name while I fuck you so hard, so fucking deep, I—”
“Lo!”
My name leaves his lips on a guttural cry while his ass clamps down around my cock tighter than a vise. I can barely move inside him as he finds release, cum spurting from his tip and spilling onto his chest and stomach.
