Scott shook his head, but he looked drunk already. Drunk on his cock.
Sinking his teeth into Scott’s neck, Cam set a hard, punishing rhythm, watching hungrily as Scott’s hard, big cock drooled and bounced against his designer shirt on every thrust. So fucking hot. Scott’s face was the biggest turn-on, though: his handsome features flushed, lips bitten red and parted as he whined on every thrust. He was so loud Cam was forced to cover his mouth.
He didn’t look away from Scott’s eyes as he increased the rhythm, pounding into him without restraint. So he was still watching when Scott came on his cock, moaning against Cam’s hand, his hole squeezing Cam’s cock so tightly Cam’s orgasm ripped out of him with brutal intensity.He spilled inside Scott, groaning as pleasure shook his body.
Pleasure but not relief. He was still worked up. He still wanted. He didn’t want to pull out of him, his cock still half hard.
So he didn’t.
He started thrusting again.
“Oh my god, seriously?” Scott half-moaned, half-laughed, staring at him in the mirror with wide, stunned eyes.
“Yes,” Cam said, his grip on Scott’s hips tightening. “Want you again.”
“You have a race—ah—in a few hours.”
Cam couldn’t care less. The championship, the title fight, the race—it all seemed distant, insignificant right now.He had everything he wanted right here.
“I want you more,” he said, meeting Scott’s eyes in the mirror.
Scott’s mouth opened and closed soundlessly. He looked… endearingly lost. God, Cam wanted to lock him up somewhere, so no one else could see him like this. Only him.
Only him.
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Scott had no idea what was going on anymore.
Cam found him after the podium celebrations and fucked himagain,and Scott let him, despite Cam being still sweaty and gross after the race.
And then he fucked him again in Cam’s hotel room shower. Scott’s knees were shaking and his body felt like jelly when he finally fell into Cam’s bed, but Cam crawled on top of him and slipped into his loose, fucked-out hole once again.
“Oh my god, you can’t be serious,” Scott whined into the pillow, half-groaning, half-laughing. “How are you even getting it up?”
Cam covered his neck in hot, open-mouthed kisses, his scruff sending delicious tingles all over Scott’s body. “One more time,” he said, starting to move again. “Need to have you again.”
Scott was beyond sore and oversensitive at that point, his body overstimulated after so many orgasms, his nipples sore from Cam’s mouth, his hole sore from Cam’s cock, but hegave in. He let Cam fuck him again. He was that weak—that pathetically gone for him.
His orgasm was completely dry this time, pleasure mixed with the pain of overstimulation as he shuddered and moaned into the pillow. He felt Cam come in him—barely a trickle too—and then Cam dropped his weight on top of him and finally went still, breathing hard.
“Done?” Scott murmured.
Cam laid his hand over his and entangled their fingers, his breath hot and damp against Scott’s nape. “For now.”
“I won’t be able to walk for a week,” Scott complained without much heat.
Cam hummed, his face still buried in his neck.
His weight should have felt suffocating.It didn’t. Scott could happily spend the rest of his life like this, crushed under this man, with his cock nestled between Scott’s sore cheeks, and his fingers entwined with his. Despite feeling exhausted, sore, sweaty and generally gross, he felt like purring, all soft on the inside, achingly, deliriously happy. He’d always felt like he wanted Cam more than Cam wanted him, but today had laid those doubts to rest once and for all.
“I need to go,” Scott mumbled reluctantly after a while. “Can’t fall asleep here—need to leave while it’s still dark.”
He felt Cam stiffen against him. “No,” he said into his nape. “You aren’t going anywhere.”
