Page 147 of Wanting Cameron

He pushes in again, and this time, it goes easier, farther.

“Keep pushing,” I tell him.

“It feels so good,” Cameron says, his voice breaking. “Oh my God, Lucien, oh my God, it’s so tight.”

“I know. Move inside me, baby.”

Cameron starts to pump, and I feel everything. The way my body clenches around him, the way he slides deeper with each thrust. I continue stroking myself, loving the dual pleasure on both sides of my body. The fullness inside, the friction on my cock.

We’re both making so much noise. Gasping, moaning, saying each other’s names. It’s the loudest we’ve ever been, and I think we sound like animals. I hope the walls are thick.

Cameron’s rhythm builds, and I can feel my balls tightening. The pressure accumulates, coiling tight in my spine. I’m going to come. I’m going to⁠—

I come with a shout, all over the sheets. It happens in three separate blasts, each one more intense than the last. The orgasm is transformative, blinding. It whites out my vision and makes my whole body go taut. Then I’m coming down slowly, trembling, barely able to hold myself up.

Cameron comes after, his thrusts stuttering as he milks himself with my body. I feel him pulsing inside me, the warmth of his release. Eventually, he slows and pulls out carefully.

I’m still for a minute, trying to catch my breath. When I start to turn over, Cameron stops me with a hand on my hip.

“Wait,” he says.

He spreads me open, and I let him, thinking of how I watched my cum slide out of him that first time we went bare. It’s only fair.

“Jesus Christ, Lucien,” Cameron breathes.

I wonder what that means. What he’s seeing. Then his tongue is on me, licking at my hole, lapping at the cum dribbling out.

I’m shocked. It feels amazing and so intimate I can barely process it. He licks down my thigh, cleaning me, and I can’t help but moan.

When I’m finally on my back again, Cameron crawls onto his stomach beside me.

For a long moment, we just breathe together. My body feels loose and satisfied, every muscle relaxed.

Cameron’s hand finds mine, intertwining our fingers. His breathing is still uneven.

“That was—” He stops, shakes his head. “I don’t have words for what that was.”

I turn to look at him, and his eyes shine with a glassy bliss.

“Being inside you,” he says softly. “I could feel you.” Cameron continues, his voice dropping lower, “Every time you tightened around me, every breath you took, it was like you were pulling me deeper.” He brings our joined hands to his lips, kisses my knuckles. “And when you came. God, Lucien, when you came, I felt it everywhere.”

He shifts closer, his forehead nearly touching mine.

“That’s what it feels like with you,” I whisper.

“Did you like it?” he asks.

“Mmm, of course, Cam. I want to do it again,” I say, grinning.

“You do?”

I nod. Cameron settles his head against my chest, and I stroke his hair.

“When the river thaws,” Cameron says suddenly, “we should get another scull for you. Or we could get a double scull and row the river together.”

I lift my head to look down at him. “What made you think of that?”

“I was just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

Cameron tilts his chin up for his eyes to meet mine, and there’s something pure in his expression. Something that makes my chest feel too full.

“The future,” he says.