“Wanna put your cock in?” Scott mumbled.
Cam’s fingers stopped moving. “I’m not a—”
“We’re drunk,” Scott said. “None of this counts.”
Cam stared at him, his eyes dark and so very intense.
A beat passed, then another.
Slowly, Cam pulled his fingers out and reached down to his belt.
The sound of a zipper being undone had never sounded louder.
His heart pounding, Scott could only watch Cam shove his pants and boxers down and pull his cock out.
It looked even bigger in real life than it did in the picture. So fucking thick. An appropriate cock for the world champion.
Scott licked his dry lips as Cam straddled his chest. Drunk or not, this suddenly felt very real. But Cam didn’t give him time for second thoughts. He pushed the fat cockhead againstScott’s mouth, and Scott opened up, allowing it entry. Someone groaned—maybe Cam, maybe him. And then Cam started thrusting, shallowly at first, then deeper and harder.
Christ. Jesus fucking Christ.
Scott couldn’t remember having his mouth ever fucked like this. When he sucked cock, he was usually the one in control. He didn’t get his mouth fucked this nastily, didn’t allow other men to be this domineering in bed. Scott was a top, and a fucking great one.
This was so damn wrong.
But God, he’d never been harder in his life.
Scott yanked his zipper open and pulled his aching erection out. He moaned around Cam’s cock and started stroking his own desperately, tears springing to his eyes from the intensity of it. The heavy weight and hardness of the cock in his mouth was driving him crazy, and the unusually submissive position for him set off the spark ofwrong-forbidden-so goodfeeling. Cam fucked his mouth faster, the wet sounds utterly obscene as he ground his cockhead against Scott’s throat, pulled out and did it again and again.
Scott was fisting himself furiously now, tears streaming down his cheeks, feeling utterly overwhelmed and turned on.
At long last, Cam groaned, pulled out and came all over Scott’s face. The humiliation of it pushed Scott over the edge, too.
God.
God.
Their breathing gradually synced, uneven at first, then steadying.
Scott’s eyelids grew heavy and he drifted off.
Chapter 9
“You’ve been weird.”
Scott flinched and lifted his eyes from the glass of champagne in his hand to his cousin.
Will was watching him carefully, his expression thoughtful.
“Have I?” Scott said lightly, glancing around the garden party, searching for an excuse to walk away. But his mom—whose birthday they were celebrating—was surrounded by other guests, and he couldn’t see anyone under the age of fifty he could talk to. He looked back at Will. “Surprised you noticed any difference. I barely see you these days now that you’re so loved up with your boy.”
Will fixed him with a steady look and didn’t take the bait. “You’re usually the life of the party, but you’ve barely spoken to anyone today. Something’s wrong if you can’t even be bothered with the social niceties you’re usually so good at.”
Scott chuckled. “Wow. Didn’t realize I was that interesting.”
“Scott. Spill.”
Scott grimaced. He hated how well Will knew him. They’d grown up together, and Will had always been more of a brother to him than a cousin, but sometimes it annoyed Scott how easily Will could make him feel young and juvenile. He was twenty-eight years old, for fuck’s sake.
