Page 39 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 1

His skin on mine and the dirty slapping sounds filled me with lava that needed to erupt.

Finally, I disobeyed and rested my head on the back of the sofa, but thrust my arms back and found his hips. When I pulled him in, his crotch pressed firmly against my ass and I felt his hardness. “Fuck me, Cam,” I begged, my voice frail and my entire body a glistening mess of sweat and fiery sensations.

Cameron stepped back. “Where’s your phone, Riley?”

“Table.” The fractured word required all my strength.

“Stay like that,” he said and lifted my phone off the table. The sound of the camera app taking photos made my chest so tight it felt like it was collapsing in on itself. My heart tripped and hurried to catch up, losing every trace of rhythm. Cameron photographed the results of the abuse I begged for and tossed the phone onto the sofa before returning to stand behind me. “Now, I’m going to fuck the hell out of you, boy.”

It was a wonder I didn’t faint right there and then. He yanked my briefs down and my cock sprang and slapped my stomach once with the force of this move. The wetness of my precum didn’t surprise me one bit when it cooled on my skin. The burning, tingling sensation on my ass turned me on so much that my brain felt out of balance.

Cam left my briefs around my knees and forbade me from moving around. I could hear him undressing, tossing his clothes left and right. Then, he grabbed my cheeks and sank to his knees.

His tongue was another wonder for the erotic world. Cameron was merciless in applying it to heighten every sensation and every trace of pleasure a person could feel. The gradually increasing pressure and the smooth, wet heat of his tongue on my most sensitive parts made me whimper and thrust my butt back. The sensation was almost like it tickled, somewhere deep inside of me, and I could imagine only one way to reach it and make it go away. My hand moved to the back of his head and I pressed him, his lips sealing around my rim and sucking me, then pressing the tip of his tongue so hard it was almost like he was trying to fuck me with it. Again and again, he changed methods abruptly, making my heart leap and my eyes roll back.

And when he pressed his finger against my hole, I was desperate to feel it breach me, enter me, and explore me. He did just that, but excruciatingly slowly, like he wanted me to beg louder and harder.

When he finally pulled back, I was more ready than I had ever been. “I want you on your back, Riley,” he said.

In the months that had passed and the nights we had spent together, I had always tried to bury my head in his pillow to silence myself, then let him ride me from behind until we were both spent. But now, without a care in the world, I could have him like this.

I rolled back and fell flat over the sofa, incapable of controlling my exhausted muscles. I lay down and spread my legs, my cock flat on my stomach, glistening with silvery precum.

Cam towered over me, chiseled like a marble statue and beautiful like the first ray of golden sunlight after a dreadful nightmare. He was so hard that his cock stood at full mast, his sack heavy and full. I could feel the lust coursing through his veins just from the way his breath left him unevenly.

He stroked himself carefully, biting his lip as he examined the sweaty mess that my body was. “Christ, you’re beautiful when you’re dirty.”

Then, I would be dirty. Pressing my left hand on my chest, I held his gaze and dragged my right hand down between my legs. He’d made me so slick that it was as easy as breathing. My index finger traced my rim and I adjusted a little to spread my cheeks, then filled myself with one, then two fingers.

Cameron observed intently, his chest pausing at a full breath, his ears perking and his pupils dilating. “Filthy boy,” he purred, reaching down and holding my hand for me. His firm, merciless moves made my fingers fill me faster and harder until I was sliding them in and out as easily as blinking.

I could tell my mouth and eyebrows were contorting in an ecstasy of joy and pleasure. I wiggled on the sofa, my body restless and needing something more. And just as I wanted him the most, Cam pulled back and bent down for his sweatpants, found a condom in his pocket, unwrapped it, and slipped it on within a few heartbeats.

I let my fingers slide out of me, my hole closing and tightening in their wake as I waited. Cameron knelt between my legs, stroking himself with the condom’s lube and pure spit, just the way I liked it. The tip of his cock pressed my taint and I lifted my hips a little, letting it reach my hole.

“Ready?” he asked.

I nodded. It was impossible for me to utter a word at this point. The sensations were splashing through my chest and I couldn’t untangle any of the jumbled controls over my body. It was best to let the master do what he did best.

Cameron sank into me gently, feeling for every trace of resistance, and looking intently into my eyes. He paused several times at the first sign of wincing, but I encouraged him to sink deeper with my hands on his hips. As he did, my voice flowed out of my tightening throat and my lips parted wide.

He entered me deeper and I clenched by instinct, savoring a little victory at the pained expression on his face.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” he growled, thrusting his hips forward and pressing his cock hard against my prostate.

I relaxed by the sheer force of will, pushing back hard and letting him slide in easier. And when he was deep enough, he let me look into his eyes for one frozen moment in time, then began to ram me like a beast.

My legs wrapped around his waist and my hands brushed lightly over his fast hips while he leaned all of his body down on his hands, pressing against my broad chest with his weight. He fucked me like it was our last night together and he wished for me to always remember. He fucked me like I was a single-use hole made just for his pleasure. And it was the role I played the best.

When he leaned in and pressed his lips hard against mine, the sounds cut off and I realized how loudly I had been moaning. To kiss him while he filled me and connected our bodies and our souls was the greatest form of pleasure I had ever known. Never had a hookup brought me even close to feeling this safe, this close to another being, and this accepted for the freakish kink of loving to hurt. He kissed me deeply and fucked me harder, the naughty sounds of our bodies clashing filling my ears while my moans filled Cameron’s mouth.

His balls pressed hard against my cheeks whenever he rammed me deep and I sighed into him with every breath he squeezed out of me.

When he lifted his torso, he was a gorgeous giant in possession of both my body and my soul. My heart beat in unison with his and I found myself falling hard for him in this instant of eye contact. Everything I had been willfully ignoring for months finally filled me to the brim and made itself known. How had I survived the last three years apart at all? How had I lived with the belief I would never see him again? Obviously, we belonged here, coiling and tangling, bringing each other to the climax that shattered my universe.

Cam lifted my legs, fucking me at a steady, merciless pace, and I hooked my ankles behind his neck. With the pure strength of an athlete, Cameron knelt straight as an arrow and lifted me with him. Each time he impaled me, precum dripped onto my stomach. Cam thumbed it roughly over my skin, then brought it to my lips. And if I hadn’t already been at the gates of hell, he would have sent me there, now. I sucked his thumb into my mouth and tasted the salty precum with all the vigor I had in me.

He fucked me harder, pushing me into the sofa and leaning down. He bent my legs so that my heels were on his chest. He folded me over myself, towering above the ball my body formed. My knees were well above my head and my dick was some inches away from my face, but my ass was spread for Cameron who filled me from above. The angle gave him a chance to bury himself balls deep in me and do it loudly.