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I reach between his legs and stroke his hard cock a few times. He moans around me, the vibration sending pleasure shooting up my spine. I lift my hips instinctively, pushing deeper into his mouth.

Then I spread his cheeks and see the pink bud of his hole, and my eyes almost roll back at the sight of it.

God, I’ve missed him.

I pull him closer and lick him before fluttering my tongue against his opening. He moans again, louder this time, and his thighs start to shake.

“You love this, don’t you, baby?” I ask, my voice muffled against his skin.

“Mm-hmm,” he answers, his mouth still full of my cock.

I don’t want to come yet, so I distract myself with the logistics of opening him up. I squeeze lube onto my fingers and slide one inside him while continuing to tongue him.

He jerks, his whole body tensing for a moment before he relaxes into it. I move my finger gently, opening him, and his moans get louder. His sucking becomes less precise, less rhythmic, as he loses himself in the sensation.

I add a second finger, and he starts to push back. The sight of my fingers working him open, this close up, is ridiculously good, like watching the creation of a masterpiece. I have to look away if I want to last.

When I add a third finger, he stiffens. Then he starts to tilt forward like he can’t hold himself up anymore. I grab his hip with my other hand and position him securely on his knees, keeping him steady.

I pull his cheek back and look at my fingers inside him. He’s ready. I can feel it in the way his body has opened for me, in the way he’s moving, in the way he’s making those desperate sounds.

I pull my fingers out and bring my tongue back to his opening, wetting it with deep kisses. I want to give him more, but then my balls tighten, preparing to shoot into Cameron’s mouth. Not yet. I pour more lube on him, making sure he’s slick and ready.

“Okay, turn around, Cam,” I say. “Sit on me.”

His head snaps up, and he turns to look at me over his shoulder. I grin and say, “Get up here, baby.”

He spins around and hovers over me, his knees on either side of my hips. I keep my eyes on his and watch how the desire blooms in his expression, his lids heavy, his lips parting, his breath coming faster.

And then I realize: there’s no condom.

He’s going to ride me bare.

The thought sends a jolt of pure lust through me. My breaths come short and shallow, and time seems to slow down as Cameron’s hands grip the headboard and he settles over me.

He lowers himself slowly, and I feel the crown of my cock breach him. He’s so tight, so hot, and I moan, loud enough that Cameron claps a hand over my mouth.

“Shhh,” he whispers, but there’s a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

I start to pump into him, lifting my hips to meet his movements. He tilts his head back, exposing his throat, the underside of his chin, the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.

He’s so fucking beautiful.

My hand goes to his throat, no pressure, just resting there, feeling his pulse under my fingertips as he pumps up and down on me. His heartbeat is racing, matching mine.

My orgasm is building, that familiar tightening at the base of my spine. I grab his cock, which is bobbing between us, and stroke it in a steady rhythm.

“Baby, you’re so hot,” I tell him. “You look so good riding my cock.”

He makes those sounds I love that tell me he’s close. He bites his lip, and I watch a bead of sweat roll down his temple.

He looks down and makes eye contact with me, and the intensity of his gaze nearly undoes me.

I run my thumb over the head of his cock while I stroke him, and little bits of precum leak from the slit. I spread it around on his cockhead until he’s so wet that he slides in my fist like he’s lubed.

We keep our eyes on each other, breathing hard. There’s sweat collecting on his forehead as his body tightens around me.

“I love you, Cam,” I say, looking right into his eyes.