Closing his eyes, Cam leaned back against the couch and started stroking his cock. His mind went to the usual thingshe thought about when he jerked off: nice, soft curves. Big tits bouncing at every thrust of Cam’s cock… Pink nipples begging for Cam’s mouth on them… He would suck on them so hard they’d become dark pink and swollen.
Groaning, Cam jerked his cock rougher. Tits, nipples, full lips parted in a moan… light-colored eyes glazed over with pleasure… long legs over Cam’s shoulders… soft hands clinging to his back as Cam fucked into that tight, wet hole, the bed shaking under them—
Orgasm ripped through him so unexpectedly it left Cam blinking, dazed, and unfocused.
Right.
He needed to clean up and get dressed.
Quali would be starting soon.
Chapter 8
“Scott, come on, I wanna dance.”
“I don’t think I could dance without falling right now,” Scott said with a laugh.
Andy pursed his lips, looking rather cross.
Scott felt a pang of guilt, but he really couldn’t be bothered to get up. He felt perfectly good where he was—plastered against Cam’s side, his head on Cam’s shoulder. They both were pretty drunk, but hey, they had a good excuse: Cam had won the race by utterly dominating everyone. It deserved a celebration, right? Scott was a good friend. An amazing friend.
“You were amazing today,” Scott mumbled into Cam’s shoulder, in case he hadn’t told Cam that yet. He couldn’t remember if he had.
“Scott,” Andy tried again, but Scott didn’t look at him. He looked at Cam, their faces inches apart.
Cam gave him a wry smile. “You already told me that,” he said, burying his fingers in Scott’s hair. Mmm, it felt so nice.
“It bears repeating,” Scott said with a grin, rubbing his cheek against Cam’s shoulder. The club was loud, so they had to lean closer in order to be heard if they didn’t want to shout.
Cam’s thumb brushed lazily along the back of Scott’s neck, his fingertips warm and steady. “You’re a touchy-feely drunk,”he murmured, but he didn’t push him away. If anything, he pulled Scott a little closer, their knees knocking together.
Scott huffed a soft laugh. “No more than usual.”
Andy shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Scott,” he said, louder this time. “You said we’d dance.”
Scott dragged his eyes away from Cam with some effort. “In a minute,” he said, waving a hand vaguely in Andy’s direction before letting it fall back to Cam’s thigh for balance. “My legs don’t work.”
Cam snorted. “They work fine. You just don’t want to move. You’re being a lazy baby.”
Scott tilted his head, studying Cam’s face. It really was unfairly handsome. The flashing lights painted Cam’s skin in blues and pinks and purples. “Your mom should be proud,” Scott said. “Has anyone told you that?”
“What?” Cam said with a laugh.
Scott grinned at him, brushing his thumb over Cam’s chiseled jawline. “For making you. Good job. You’re very pretty to look at.”
Cam let out a low chuckle. “You’re ridiculous,” he said into Scott’s ear. “I’m not the pretty one here.”
Scott grinned, hooking his fingers in the front of Cam’s shirt, tugging him a fraction closer. Their foreheads nearly bumped.
Cam’s smile turned crooked. “Of course you’d be terribly clingy when you’re drunk.”
“Am not.”
“You absolutely are.”
Scott shifted even closer in response, probably proving Cam’s point. His head slipped from Cam’s shoulder to his neck. “You don’t mind, babe,” he muttered.
From where he stood, Andy let out a humorless little laugh. “Wow. Okay.”
