I drop my other hand to his stomach, running my fingertips over the bruise there.
“You always… You always handle everything,” he breathes out, shuddering at the feel of my cool fingers.
“Yeah? It’s what I do. Do you like that, sweetheart? Do you like it when I handle everything for you?”
“Mhm,” Cameron mumbles, his eyes sliding shut. “Like it.”
“What about this?” I pry, gliding my hand down and past the tie of his robe to grip him. “Do you like this?”
Cameron gasps, his brows furrowing as he nods violently. “Yes.Yes,I like it.”
He’s hot in my hand—hard and velvety. I stroke him slowly, enjoying how his breathing picks up and how he makes those soft, desperate noises in the back of his throat.
“I know you do,” I croon. “You like it when I touch you. When I make you feel good.”
“So good,” Cameron agrees as I run my thumb over his slit, collecting the small amount of fluid there.
“You want to come in my hand again, baby? You want me to massage your hot cock until you explode?”
Cameron doesn’t respond right away. His eyes open, meeting my own, and he worries his bottom lip as he tries to read me.
Then, on a sudden, broken gasp, he replies, “N-no. I want… I want more.”
More?As in… as in sex? A blowjob? More fingering? I need him to be very specific because when it comes to his anal virginity, I’ll need him to verbally ask for it. It just feels too… important.
“You want to be in my mouth? To thrust between my lips or maybe ride my fingers?” I’m testing the waters, giving him all the options—except maybe one—so that he can have an easier time deciding.
But he surprises me.
“Will you… Will you fuck me?” he asks.
I stare back, completely shocked. My hand stops moving where I’m stroking him, and my heart thunders so loudly I swear I can hear the ocean as if I’m standing next to it.
Cameron takes this hesitation the wrong way, and he begins to backpedal. “I mean, you don’t have to. Sorry, I’m half asleep and I—”
“Yes,” I interrupt, my tone far too rushed. “Yes… I’ll fuck you.”
He sighs in relief, his body relaxing beautifully at the declaration. As if there wasevera chance I’d turn this opportunity down.
“But you’re a virgin in this way,” I continue, dropping hungry kisses on his cheeks. “So it’ll hurt at first. And I’ll have to prep you thoroughly.”
“Prep me?” Cameron repeats, and I realize he has no clue how sex between men works.
I almost laugh, but I’m too distracted being completely turned on by the prospect ofteaching him.
“Mhm. I’ll need to stretch you so I can fit inside that tight little hole.” To prove my point, I drop my hand between his thighs, pushing them open to slide between his cheeks and rub gently at his entrance.
It’s hot and dry, tensing beneath the pad of my fingertip.
“O-oh,” Cameron gasps out. “Okay.”
“Don’t move,” I tell him, leaving one last wet kiss on his face before I stand and head into the bathroom, grabbing some lotion.
There is most definitely no lube in this house.
As I return to the bedroom, I find him in the exact same spot I left him, having not moved an inch. Something inside of me warms to the point of pain.
Or, it does until I take in his expression.
