Page 49 of Made to Be

“Touch me too, Victor.”

I didn’t hesitate before my fingers were fumbling with the tie of his own pants. Once I’d pulled the fabric down and his dick sprang free, my mouth watered. It was thick and long and veiny, flushed a deeparousing red. When I swiped my thumb over the leaking tip, I watched it twitch and pulse. I was practically drooling as I stared, hypnotized by his quite honest-to-god magnificent cock.

“Do you... like frotting, Victor?” His voice was only slightly unsteady, eyes searching my own.

My scalp tingled as my cock gave an eager jerk in his fist. I swallowed and mutely nodded in agreement, praying the rapid bobs of my chin would be answer enough.

They were.

His cuffed hand reached forward to grab my own as he used both of our palms to press our dicks together and encircle them. While aligned directly against one another, I could easily see how much bigger his cock was. It was more than double mine in size and girth, but that only made this that much hotter.

Then, together in perfect sync, our palms glided up and down. Once. Twice. I shivered, eyes fluttering closed.

“More... more lube.” I gasped and he obeyed.

I heard the cap of the bottle then cool, slick wetness coated our lengths.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned. “Feels good. So fucking good. Don’t stop, Cam. Don’t. Stop.”

I punctuated these last two words with sharp thrusts of my hips, grinding my cock relentlessly against his. The car was rapidly growing heated and steamy, the scent of sex and cherries mingling.Everything was slippery, lube getting all over the place. I knew I would have to thoroughly clean my car after this but that was future Vic’s problem. Right now, I needed to cum so badly that my body had turned its sole focus onto doing just that.

Both of us were now shamelessly thrusting up into the tight circle of our fists, his movements causing me to bounce in his lap. I had to reach my free hand up to grasp Cam’s shoulder and steady myself.

The car jostled and swayed but even if the park wasn’t empty, I couldn’t have cared less if anyone caught us doing this here.

His other hand which had been gripping my ass since fuck knew when, was tugging my thrusting hips against him, adding much appreciated momentum to every snap of my hips. Then that hand began to wander. It trailed up and up until his fingers were sliding beneath the waistband and burrowing beneath my briefs to cup my bare ass.

I had been right; one hand did cover an entire cheek.

I couldn’t even huff out a laugh as his finger hesitantly trailed inward, teasingly brushing the seam of my ass. I knew where this was heading and let out a rough groan.

“Is this-” he began, but I cut him off by planting a firm kiss to his mouth.

“Yes, Cam.Please.”

Thus encouraged, I felt the tantalizing brush of a fingertip lightly graze my hole. It clenched shyly, but it knew what a little slut it was because when Cam pressed his lubed finger further seeking entry, it swallowed him in greedily. With his finger thoroughly slick, it met almost no resistance as it sank in completely to the knuckle.

“Oh my...” I shuddered hard.

His finger was so thick and long and I melted as it thrusted and rubbed, seeming to search insistently for something. When it found my prostate, that was all it took to send me over the edge as overwhelming pleasure rushed through my body and I came with a throaty moan.

Cam shuttled our hands over our still-pinned cocks, mine spurting streams of white all over the front of his hoodie. He came only seconds later, coating our hands in his own hot, sticky release.

The sound he made when his orgasm hit was my second favorite sound, shadowed only by his laugh.

I collapsed limply onto him, face buried in his neck as I shivered with little aftershocks of pleasure while he slid his finger free from my ass. He gave it a final squeeze before he dragged his hands up to cup the sides of my neck. Cum and slick were still coating his fingers, but I wasn’t bothered at all. What I really wanted now was to know what he tasted like. I turned my head to lick up the cum running down his inner wrist but froze.

My gaze shot down and that was when I noticed the cuffs laying carelessly between our laps. The fluffy clasps were wide open, the loose chain framing our glistening, softening cocks. I snapped my gaze up to Cam’s, a broad smile taking over my face.

“Well, if you think about it,” I began, still breathless, “the lube did, infact, work.”

CHAPTER 9:

Nothing says “romantic” like a moonlit stroll

through a cemetery.

“SORRY WE HAVE TO make a pit stop,” I told Cam apologetically the following day. “But Alice sent me like, twenty texts about these damn dishes. I’m sure if I didn’t bring them today, she’d show up at my house.”