Page 62 of Red, White, and BearCat Blue

I watched his perfect arse, balls swinging as he bent and retrieved a string of condoms and a bottle of lube, things I always carried with me…just in case. Before Cam, I regularly picked up guys when I needed a quick release, never staying longer than it took to wipe off and redress before I was listening to the sound of a hotel door slam behind me as I left. Most of the time, I heard faint cursing and swearing behind the door as I walked away, sometimes begging, but it never bothered me.

The realization that Cam couldn’t just be wiped from my mind hit me like a freight train. But I didn’t react with horror as I would have forty-eight hours ago when Mickey and I had been trying to decide which bar to hit.

And I probed that thought like a tongue in an empty tooth socket.

Weird but strangely satisfying.

He sauntered back to the bed, holding up the string of gold, foil packets and shaking the bottle with a wide grin. As much as I tried to push the feeling away, I couldn’t. I wanted this to continue, and I had no idea why.

He tossed the condoms and lube on the bed and crawled back to me, placing both hands on my chest as he straddled me again. He leaned down and kissed me, and I slid my arms around his back, holding him close. His body was hot, slick with a light sheen of sweat as he stretched out over me. When our cocks came into contact, I groaned into his mouth, grinding against him. We snogged desperately like it had been days, not mere minutes that he’d been gone. I slid my hands into his hair, pulling until he lifted his mouth off me, leaning just far enough away from my face that we could focus on each other. We were both panting.

“Wanna be inside ya, Cam.”

His lips quirked. “I love it when a man takes me on my knees. Will you do me like that?”

Oh, hell yeah. “My pleasure.” I lifted my head, chasing his lips and kissing him soundly as he rolled us both. Without words, he scrambled into the center of the bed, getting in position on his hands and knees as I retrieved the condoms, tearing one off. When he thrust his arse in the air, curling until he hugged the pillow, I nearly lost my mind. I dropped the lube and moved in close, using my knees to widen his thighs as I ducked my head and licked into his crack. Cam gasped as I took hold of both arse cheeks, opening them wide.

His muffled moan into the pillow spurred me on and I found his sweet, little hole, licking over it until he pushed back at me, silently begging me for more. I took long licks around it, tasting the soap he’d used in the shower, then thrust my tongue inside until I found the much more manly taste of him. I groaned, deliberately moving my cheeks side to side, scraping the delicate skin between his cheeks, drawing more moans out of him as I sucked on him, stabbing deep and backing off to swirl my tongue around the tight pucker again and again.

He thrust his hips like he was fucking air and I realized he had a hand on his cock and was furiously jacking himself as I tongued him.

I didn’t relent, sucking, poking, licking until he let out a hoarse cry. “Gonna come if you keep it up, Mars.”

I instantly backed off, squeezing both cheeks as he kept stroking himself. “Not yet, luv.” I swatted his hand away and he relented, letting go of his cock and bracing himself on the bed as I picked up a condom. I tore it open and rolled it on. Then coated several fingers with lube and immediately sank one into him, twisting it as I leaned down and bit his arse. He whimpered, pulling away from me until I backed off, licking over the red mark I’d left. I shoved a second finger inside his body, slicking him, stretching him as I prepared him.

I had a big, thick cock but I’d never done damage to a man, instead feeling some pride that I knew what I was doing. I concentrated hard as he pushed back on my fingers before inserting a third, moving them in and out, stretching him, scissoring inside him, readying his body to take me.

“God, Mars! Just use your goddammed cock. I can’t wait anymore,” he gasped into the pillow.

I chuckled, pulling my fingers out and moving in closer, sliding my cock between his gorgeous arse cheeks until the head bumped up against him. He was slick, but I needed him slicker. I picked up the lube, squirting more on his crack, watching it run down to his hole as he jerked and cried out with the sensation, thrusting his bum higher. My own cock throbbed and danced, wanting to penetrate him deeply, my balls banging his arse. I curled over his back, biting him just hard enough on the side of the neck to hear his protest before licking over the mark.

“Gotta get inside you, Cam,” I grunted in his ear, thrusting my hips until my cock slid over the tight pucker.

“What the fuck are you waiting for then?”

“So impatient, luv.” I chuckled and leaned up, grabbing both arse cheeks in my hands and holding him open as I watched the tip of my cock slowly enter him. I thrust forward, and shivered, trying not to enter him quickly as I pushed deeper, my thickness stretching him. He panted, whimpering, but not protesting as I slid deeper then pulled back only a little.

“Come on,” he growled. “Fuck me hard, Mars.”

I gave up fighting against it and thrust forward, burying myself inside him, feeling his arse clench for a brief few seconds before he fully relaxed and allowed me all the way in. When I was buried to the hilt, feeling his hot heat around my cock, I stopped moving as we both panted, letting him adjust to my girth. When he finally pushed back on me, I went with it, gripping his hips, fucking him soundly. His hands curled into the bedding with tight fists as he held onto the sheets, grunting with each thrust. The horny sounds drove me mad.

Cam was so perfect, the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen, body covered with a sheen of sweat as he took me deep, not even protesting when I plowed into him harder with each thrust. He heaved below me, and I knew he was just as breathless as me each time I managed to bottom out inside him. I pounded into him, faster and faster, harder and harder, feeling my climax starting to rise as he took every thrust I had to give with practiced ease. I ignored how that knowledge bothered me, shoving it to the back of my mind as he began to shudder beneath me.

“Gonna come, Mars. Don’t stop!” he cried out, lifting his head off the pillow only momentarily to try to look back at me. “Fuck me through it!”

I did as he asked, slamming into him, shivering as I felt my own orgasm approaching. “Fucking ‘ell!”

He moved his hand then, reaching beneath himself as he balanced on one hand. His entire body rocked as I kept pounding into him, gritting my teeth as my climax rushed at me.

“Mars!” he cried out, and shivers raced over my skin.

I felt the pulsing rush then and I went with it. I couldn’t have stopped it even if I’d wanted to.

“Oh, God! Coming, Mars!”

“Come on, luv,” I gasped, my own orgasm triggered by the words. I shoved deep inside him as he screamed into the pillow. Shudders racked my entire body as I came, fucking hard into him and emptying myself while he kept shouting beneath me. The sharp tang of semen filled my nostrils, and I thrust several more times, spurting into the condom buried in his hot body as he rode out his own climax beneath me.

“Blimey,” I gasped, starting to slow, resting my head on the small of his back as I panted, heart pounding.