“I’m serious,” Cam said roughly, squeezing his boob. “Your tits would look fantastic in a bra.”
Scott couldn’t breathe. “Fuck off,” he said weakly, but his cock was throbbing.
“I’m right,” Cam said, suddenly releasing his chest and pulling away, to Scott’s both disappointment and relief. He felt Cam get out of bed.
Rolling onto his back, he watched him rummage through his suitcase. “What are you doing?”
“Take off your shirt,” Cam said over his shoulder, still looking for something in his suitcase.
“What, why?” Scott spluttered, but his hands were already moving. Already obeying.
Cam turned toward him with—
“You’re kidding,” Scott said with a breathless laugh, staring wide-eyed at the black lace bra in Cam’s hands. “Why the hell do you even have a bra in your suitcase?”
Was it a blush on Cam’s face?
“I bought it,” he said curtly, walking back to the bed and dropping the bra in Scott’s lap. “Put it on.”
Scott stared at him. Cam couldn’t possibly be serious.
But Cam stared back at him steadily before his dark eyes dropped to Scott’s chest. “Come on. You’ll see I’m right.”
Scott should have told him to fuck off. This had gone well past weird and was veering into freak territory.
But his mouth was dry and his nipples were fucking aching under Cam’s intense gaze. And Scott’s hands moved. Picked up the bra.
What are you doing?a voice screamed at the back of his mind, but it was like his body was no longer his own. His body wanted to do as Cam said. It was like a compulsion.
He put on the bra. It was one of those styles that fastened in the front.
“I’m going to kill you for making me do this,” Scott managed, licking dry lips. “I look ridiculous.”
Cam wasn’t looking at him like he thought he looked ridiculous. His dark gaze was fixed intently on Scott’s chest. Scott looked down and flushed. The bra pushed his pecs together, creating a deep valley between them. It looked obscene. So fucking wrong.
“Told you,” Cam said hoarsely, kneeling in front of him. “Better tits than many women.”
Before Scott could reply, Cam’s hands were on his boobs again, slipping under the bra and squeezing greedily. Scott gasped when Cam pinched his nipple.
“Fuck, why is this so hot,” Cam said before latching onto his nipple through the bra’s lace
Scott moaned, grabbing Cam’s head and pulling him closer. The annoying fabric was in the way, so he pushed the bra down so Cam could suck on his bare tit. Cam did, groping and pinching the other.
A shrill sound penetrated the haze of arousal in Scott’s mind.
It took him a while to realize that it was Cam’s phone.
“Cam,” he managed, gripping Cam’s hair.
But Cam didn’t seem to hear him, still sucking on his nipple as if his life depended on it.
“Cam,” Scott gasped out. “Your phone.”
That finally made Cam pull back, his gaze so very dark. He blinked, as if waking up from a dream, and reached for his phone. “Richter,” he barked into it tersely. His brows drew together as he listened to the caller. “Fine. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He shoved the phone back into the pocket of his jeans, the movement drawing Scott’s gaze to the huge bulge at the front.
“I need to go,” Cam said hoarsely, dragging his eyes away from Scott’s chest.
Flushing, Scott belatedly realized that his much-abused nipple was still peeking out over the edge of the bra. “Okay,” he said, snatching up his shirt and hurriedly pulling it on over thebra. He’d never felt so off balance in his life. The low hum of unfulfilled arousal didn’t help, either.
