“Atticus!”Cameron shouts, his ass pushing back against my finger desperately.
I can see something dripping from between his legs, and I’m almost certain of what it is. He’slovingthis.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck my finger. Take your reward.” My words only spur him on, and he shamelessly shoves back onto me, panting and groaning each time I drag over his prostate.
But he can take more. This man is built like a gym god yet acts like a scared puppy, and Iknowhe wants more. He wants to befull.
I spit directly onto his hole, causing him to gasp, and add a second finger.
“G-god!” Cameron cries, arching his back as he bends further, being crushed under the weight of his pleasure.
“You’re so tight,” I tell him. “Squeezing my fingers like you’re trying to consume them. Such a greedy hole.”
“P-please,” he begs, jolting as I hit that spot inside of him with both fingers.
“I know, baby. I hear you,” I promise, moving faster. Fucking him harder.
Something hurt him. I’m not sure if it was his own mind, a literal person, or something else entirely, but when I found him amongst these trees, he looked seconds away from falling apart.
And now, with my fingers up his ass and my come in his stomach, he’s falling apart in a much more pleasurable way. All because of me. BecauseIam the one who gets the thrill of protecting and guiding him.
“Want to come, Cam?” I ask, voice placating and gentle. “Want me to finger fuck an orgasm out of you?”
“Yes,” he cries. “Please. I-I need to come. Too much.”
I’m nailing his prostate over and over again, stretching him in a way he never has been before, and it’s driving him crazy.
Which, of course, means I’m going crazy too.
I drag my hand down from where I was brushing his nipples and take his hard cock in hand, feeling the thick length of it and how incredibly wet he is. With firm, steady strokes, I attack him from both sides.
“Tell me. Tell me how good you feel,” I command, my own control slipping away by the second.
“S-so good,” he admits. “Gonna… I’m gonna come.”
“Go ahead, baby. Come for me. Give it to me.” I press open-mouthed kisses to the nape of his neck, breathing in thedelicious scent of him as he shudders and bucks into my fist, only to throw his ass back onto my fingers.
And I can feel it—his impending release. His cock is throbbing, pulsing in my hand, and his hole is clenching around me so nicely that I just know he’s about to explode.
But I need to see it. I need to see his face as he falls apart completely.
Without a second thought, I pull my fingers from his ass, ignoring his cry of protest, and spin him around. His back hits the tree, and I grab the hem of his hoodie, shoving it into his mouth.
“Need to see,” I tell him. “Need to watch it.”
He cries into the fabric between his teeth, and I slip one hand between his thighs, burying my fingers back into the tight heat of him, my other hand gripping and rubbing his cock raw.
He’s sobbing, just as I wanted. Tears pour from his eyes as endless, desperate sounds are muffled by his stuffed mouth. His blond hair is matted to his forehead, wide gray eyes watching me with so much desperation ithurts.
And I can feel it the moment I tag his prostate again, his thighs shaking and his hole clamping down. His dick pulses once more, and his hands shoot out to grip painfully at my biceps.
“Go on,” I tell him, staring into his eyes with desperation to match his. “Come. Now, Cameron.”
And he does. He explodes in my hand, spurts of come landing on his stomach and covering my fist as I work him relentlessly.
I stroke him rough and fast, fucking into his ass without a care. He’s trembling, tears soaking his hoodie.
Cameron looks like art. He looks like mine.
