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No problem here; I’ll show him how desperate he can be. I’ll make the choice for him.

I place a hand on the tree, my arm caging his head as I use my other hand to reach around and swipe the come he couldn’t swallow from his chin. I doubt he even noticed it was there.

“I’m going to mark you somewhere else,” I murmur into his ear, feeling his responding shudder. “I’m going to stuff your hole with my come until you explode.”

“Atticus,” he moans, dirty and desperate. And then, as he gathers himself slightly, “Are you sure this is okay?”

I kind of want to laugh. He’s acting as if blowing a guy is any less gay than being fingered by one.

“Depends. Do you mean okay as in will it feel good? Because I promise you’ll be screaming my name before I’m done with you.” I pause, letting him sit on that for a moment. And as he gasps, tearing the bark apart with his fingertips, I continue. “Or do you mean morally?”

Cameron freezes, his legs locking. But I have no plans to let him dwell on his own fears.

“Morally,” I continue, “the only crime here would be letting you walk away hard and wanting. It would be so terribly wrong not to make you feel as good as you made me feel. To denybothof us this experience.”

This seems to calm him. Cameron relaxes, his breathing still punching out of him in heavy pants, but his fingers loosening their hold.

“O-okay,” he finally concedes.

“Now relax, sweetheart,” I command. “I’m going to wreck you so nicely.”

With my fingers still coated in my own release, I grab his left cheek with the other, pulling it to the side and revealing his tight, pink hole.

He looks fucking delicious. Untouched. So hot and forbidden that I’m going crazy with the need to feelinside. So I do.

I tighten my grip to the point of bruising, dragging a come-covered finger over his rim and circling it several times. Cameron makes a low, whining noise, his elbows locking as his head falls between his shoulders.

I do this until he’s warm and soft, panting slightly. Then, I shove the tip in.

“O-oh, fuck,” Cameron chokes out, his body tensing.

“Shh, relax for me. Let me in; I know you want to.” My words soothe him, just as I knew they would, and Cameron relaxes just slightly.

As I push in to my first knuckle, I release his cheek and slide my arm around his waist, rubbing my fingertips over his pebbled nipples under his hoodie. I’m sure he must be a bit cold, but he doesn’t comment on it.

“There you go,” I praise gently. “Just breathe.”

He takes a large inhale, shuddering with need and tension as he listens so beautifully. You’d think taking a finger in the ass would be easier than deep throating, but Cameron seems to believe the opposite.

As I slide my finger in the rest of the way, he cries out, head tilting forward to rest against the tree trunk. I move it slowly, in and out, feeling the tight, velvety walls of his ass squeeze me relentlessly.

The thought of sticking my cock inside and getting strangled mercilessly has me panting, my length wanting to harden again already. I drape my chest over his back, slowly pumping in and out of him.

“How does it feel, baby? Do you like feeling full?” I ask.

Honestly, I feel a little nervous about his answer. While I’m certain that I’m reading him correctly, the idea that heisn’tinto this is making me kind of panicky. If I never get the chance to fuck him, I might freak out. I might need to add a punching bag to my room so that I can—

“Y-yes,” Cameron gasps. “Faster.”

Oh, god. My entire body lights up, my nerve endings tingling at his soft command. I immediately pick up the pace, plunging into him repeatedly. Cameron chokes on a groan, his body tensing and untensing around me.

“Now,” I begin, attempting to hide my own desperation. “Let’s find it.”

“Find it?” he mumbles, and it’s so cute and curious that I want to crack open and unleash myself on him completely.

Not yet. Someday.

Instead, I hook my finger and scrape his walls, twisting and turning each time I retract and rubbing as I push back in. And finally, after a few attempts, I find it. Nestled deep inside, swollen and begging for attention, I rub against his prostate.