Scott’s pants were already on the floor along with his underwear, his white shirt covering his bare ass. “We can’t—not without lube,” Scott said shakily.
“I know,” Cam said, pressing his cock between Scott’s cheeks and grinding slowly. “We can do it like this.” He buried his face against Scott’s nape. “Be a good doll and play with yourself while I fuck your thighs.”
Scott whimpered. He grabbed his cock and started stroking it desperately as Cam rutted against his ass.
It shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. Breathing in Scott’s scent, Cam closed his eyes, his thrusts becoming faster. After more than a week without sex, it didn’t take him long to get close to the edge. When his leaking cockhead caught on Scott’s opening, Cam groaned and nudged harder against it.
Scott gasped, pushing back. “Put it in,” he said breathlessly. “Just a little. Want you in me when I come.”
Cam knew they shouldn’t. He was too big to fuck without lube. And doing it bare was stupid. But fuck, he wanted to. His hips thrust forward before he could stop himself.
Scott whined, rotating his hips and pushing back a little. “Yes—come on, just a little more—”
Gritting his teeth, Cam pushed in slowly, tortuously so. The tightness, the heat, the way Scott’s hole gripped his bare cock like a vice… fuck, it was too much.
“Cam,” Scott gasped out, turning his head back, seeking his lips blindly. Cam licked into his mouth despite the awkward angle, grinding his cock in. Fuck—fuck—
Scott went rigid and came with a low moan against his mouth, and Cam quickly followed, spilling into Scott’s hole as pleasure and relief washed over him.It felt like he was coming forever.
“You come like a horse,” Scott muttered. “Fuck, I’ll be leaking your come all evening.”
Cam’s cock twitched. “How do you know how much horses come?” he murmured with a snort, tucking himself back in.
Then he looked down—and stared. At his come leaking out of Scott’s hole, down his inner thigh.
Jesus.
Before he completely realized what he was doing, he was dropping to his knees and licking it.
“What—oh—oh fuck—don’t stop—”
Cam didn’t.
They didn’t return to the party for another hour.
Chapter 19
Cam had never really been one to celebrate his birthday.
It wasn’t that he had anything against birthdays, but with the erratic, constant travel that had defined his life since early childhood, birthday celebrations had always been an afterthought.
But Scott wouldn’t hear of it when Cam said he wasn’t planning to celebrate.
“Are you kidding?” Scott scoffed. “You only turn thirty once in your life!”
“Every birthday happens only once in my life,” Cam said dryly, earning a playful smack to his chest before Scott cuddled up to him again.
“We’re totally celebrating it!” Scott declared, his eyes bright with excitement. “How many people do you want there? Probably the other drivers, your mechanics and engineers, right? That’s how many people? Fifty? Sixty? If there are more people, a yacht party may not work, but I guess it depends on the yacht…”
He was still chattering, but Cam barely listened. He simply watched Scott’s animated, lively face—the way his long lashes framed his pretty eyes, the dimple that appeared on the left side of his mouth whenever he smiled. Fuck, Cam wanted tochewon him.
So he leaned in and kissed him, cutting him off mid-sentence.
Scott spluttered, but after a moment, kissed back, squirming closer and closer until he was all but in Cam’s lap.
“You’re not listening to me, babe,” he complained when they pulled apart.
“I am,” Cam lied, stroking Scott’s arm and pulling him closer.
