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“I love you, too,” I tell him.
His eyes widen, and then the vulnerability instantly disappears as he registers my words. He bites down on my finger and then he yanks it out, before gripping both of my cheeks with ferocity, and kissing me with a passion I didn’t even know he was capable of. He always holds back. But this? It’s a wild, reckless kiss and I want to feel him, touch him in a way I never have before. In every way I possibly can. I race my hands under his T-shirt, across his abs, before slipping into his sweats. His cock is thick and hard and I explore the feel of him beneath my hand.
There’s a bead of moisture already on the head and I stroke, up and down, enjoying the way his breath hitches against my mouth.
Cam drops his fingers to the buttons of my shirt and quickly undoes them. Then he shoves it off at the shoulders. When I step back to peel it off completely, he yanks his shirt off over his head. I’ve seen Cam without a shirt many times, but I’ve never really taken it in, and I want that now. I admire the view of his lean torso, his tan skin. He shaves everywhere, so he’s smooth and I tease over his nipples, goosebumps following in my wake. I like the hard plane of his chest, the firm abs, how different he feels from a woman.
“Take your pants off,” I tell him. I yank my undershirt off. When the fabric clears, Cam is standing there fully naked, his dick hard as a fucking rock and ready for me. He’s squeezing it at the base and watching me through hooded eyes.
For a second, I hesitate, fingers on the button of my pants. I don’t know how this works between us. Cam’s always the one telling me what to do.
He must sense that, because he steps forward and puts his hand over mine. He helps me with the button and runs his lips over my jawline, up to my ear. “Are you sure?” he murmurs, his breath tickling me.
He’s asking me about more than this, about sex. I nod. “Yes.” My voice is low. But steady. “I want you. I can’t ever be without you, you know that, right?”
Cam shudders, then he kisses down my chest, hot presses that have my balls tightening. Rocking back on my heels, I twine my fingers in his dark hair and watch him descend down to my waist, the zipper slipping down. Then he has my dick out and the first feel of his tongue flickering over my head makes me shiver.
“Jesus,” I mutter, as he takes me fully into his mouth.
I’ve had his hands on my dick many times, but never the wet stroke of his tongue and it’s fucking unreal. He isn’t gentle, but commanding, skilled. He knows just how to take it all the way in, then release, his palm massaging my balls. His free hand comes around to grip my ass, guiding me to thrust harder and faster.
I’m lost to the sensation of Cam sucking me, my eyes drifting closed. I’m climbing fast, drowning, unable to hold back. “I’m going to come,” I spit out, gripping his head tightly. “Oh, shit. Cam. Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He just works me harder and then I’m exploding deep in the back of his throat with a string of curse words, emptying my balls and marveling at how fucking good it all feels.
When he pulls back, he gives me a very Cam smirk. He wipes his bottom lip. “Damn, you’re easy to get off.”
That makes me give a burst of laughter. “Fuck you.” I shove my pants to the floor. “Let’s see how long you last, asshole.”
“Longer than you.”
I reach out and put my hand on the back of his neck and haul him up against me, hard. I kiss him. “Let’s find out.”
His eyes are dark. “Get in the bedroom.”
When I strut past him, knowing he’ll be staring at my ass, he crowds up behind me. “Walk faster.”
Anticipation makes me do just that.
I know to go to his room, not mine. His is always clean and has fresh sheets. Besides, it’s a control thing. He prefers his space. Plus, he keeps lube and condoms in the nightstand.
But I can’t resist shoving my pants and briefs to the floor and purposely climbing on his bedding. He always pulls the comforter off first before he lets anyone on his bed for sex, but he doesn’t say a word about it now. He just digs in the nightstand and rips open a condom and sheaths himself. He tosses the lube on the bed next to me. I lay down on my back, heart racing with both anticipation and a minor case of nerves.
I really have no idea what to do with my hands. I stick them behind my head. I cross my ankles, but then immediately uncross them because that’s dumb. He’s fucked me before. But never with this level of intention.
And we’ve never admitted we have feelings for each other.
That we love each other.
God, it feels amazing to know that truth.
He isn’t smiling. He’s looking over my naked body with a greedy gaze that makes my dick swell. It calms my nerves, so that when he climbs on the bed, over me, hands on either side of me, it feels natural and good to spread my legs for him as he kisses me.
His dick is nudging at my rim, teasing me. I arch my back, questing more. He squeezes lube onto his fingers and then he’s pressing into me, stretching the tight channel. Lust shoots through my body as I close my eyes.
“Look at me,” he demands.
He’s right. I need to see him. We’ve never made eye contact when he fucks me. I want that. I want him. My eyes fly open.
