Again I want to ask, but I don’t. I’m so afraid of making this awkward. Cam is having fun, and don’t I deserve a little funtoo? My fingers reach out, running down his bare chest. It’s embarrassing to admit how many times I jacked off to the image of him on my piano bench. “Lie down, Cam.”
“What?”
“Please.” I look up at him. “Please lie down.”
I feel his heartbeat race under my fingertips. “Why?”
“I want to try something.” Instead of answering me, he backs up to the bed and lies down. I take the invitation, crawling over him, and cool air kisses my legs as his shirt rides up my body. I take a moment to drink him in. “This okay?”
“Yeah,” he whispers, his heavy eyes not leaving mine. I indulge in him. The graceful lines of his neck. A kiss. His sculpted pecs. A kiss. His peaked brown nipples. Kiss, then a flick of my tongue before I drag the stiff bud between my teeth. He shivers with a moan. “Bo,” he whispers, plump lips parted. Golden eyes in awe. If only he realized how beautiful he is to me. Hard lines, sharp edges, and a personality so soft I can’t help but be in love with him.
Strangers may see biceps, toned abs, and a firm ass. I see warm hugs and deep laughs. Goofy smiles. Summers sweating to death in the arms of a boy too cute to wake up and move. A broken boy who just wants to be loved, so I love him ten times harder for everyone who should have. A boy so deserving of that love it kills me that this is only temporary. I can’t make him feel things he doesn’t, but I’ll give him every piece of me of right now while he has me.
His eyes widen as my tongue maps a path over his chest. Lost a little, in a hazy trance, my nose grazes along his abs just breathing him in. He just showered, his bodywash goes straight to my head. “Take them off.” Without wasting a second he thumbs his briefs off, and I move, letting him toss them aside. Then I let his knees fall back.
My fingers lace around his cock as I lean down to take all of him—as much as I can. I suck him slowly, indulging in the taste of him, the velvet skin of his cock running against my tongue. I lick and lave and take my time. I’ll make him come, but right now this is for me. I want to map and memorize every ridge and vein of him.
“Driving me crazy, Bo,” he grits out, rolling his hips. “Take off the shirt.”
I pause on his cock then pull off. “Like everything?” I swallow.
Camden nods. “Come on, Bo.”
“I want to leave it on.”
“Okay.” Camden’s eyes graze over every inch of me. He breathes deeply. “But get over here.”
“Wha-what?”
“Turn around and sit on my face while you suck my dick.”
“Cam, no, I can’t just—”
Cam sits up fast, looping his arm around my waist and picking me up, pulling me on top of him. “Come on. Make me come.” I lift off him as he lies back down. Slowly I move into position. My view is spectacular, yet Cam’s been silent. His fingers lace around my knees, pulling me higher up his body. “Don’t be shy, Bo.” He bites the inside of my asscheek before spreading me with his hands. Holy shit, okay. Wow. Alright, this is. Okay.
“Cam, I don’t—” My knees nearly give out with the sloppy stroke of his tongue.
“I said sit on my face and let me have it.”
So I do, and I lose my mind. Cam’s tongue flicks out, stroking my hole as I try to reach for him, but I can barely move, it feels too good. Cam’s left arm holds me down, as his other reaches down to grab his cock and stroke himself. Holy shit. I do the same, stroking myself to the feel of him eating me out and the view of him jerking off.
He moves his hand furiously along his shaft before stopping to give his balls a squeeze, then he continues stroking himself. His muscled thighs are quivering, his stomach tightening. He pulls me down harder onto his face. Fuck, this feels so good. I stroke faster, shivering with each moan between my cheeks. Cam is shaking now, his hand sloppily stroking before his abs tighten and he comes across his belly. Pulling my ass down on his face even more, his tongue probes inside me. I’m done.
“Oh fuck, Cam.” I shoot all over his stomach, my cum joining his as my thighs tighten and shake around his head. “Holy shit.” I feel kisses press against my hole.
I get up, moving off of him to grab a washcloth. Holy shit, I can’t believe that just happened.
“Never sixty-nined before.” Cam chuckles, and the way he melts from sexy maniac to boyish goof is messing with my brain. "That was insane."
“I don’t know how anyone could keep their mouth off you.” I look up at him. “They’re missing out. I love touching you.” I give him a tiny stroke of his dick, which is mostly soft and lying on his thigh. He jolts with the sensitivity he must feel.
I stroke and touch, letting his hips roll slightly against me. He hardens a bit, but not much, and I smile, looking up into his eyes. He leans in, kissing my lips.
I should be freaking out, but why? He cups my head, kissing my lips, and his tongue slowly presses into my mouth.
I almost tell him my truth. This is more than sex; it always has been for me. I have so much love to give him, but Cam has to be ready to receive it. I don’t want him to freak out on me.
I take his wrist, kissing his pulse point softly, and give him one more kiss on his neck, then his lips. He looks at me and I wonder what he’s thinking. I’m too afraid to ask.
