Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Cam exhaled, the laughter fading into something quieter.
Scott’s eyes were already drifting closed. “You were amazing,” he mumbled again, the words soft and drowsy.
Cam brushed a hand through Scott’s hair idly. “You told me.”
“Still true,” Scott said with a giggle, opening his eyes.
Their faces were so close.
Was it weird?
It didn’t feel weird. It felt natural. Like the most natural thing in the world.
Scott licked his lips and watched Cam’s dark eyes follow the movement.
“You wanna make out?” Scott heard himself say.
“I’m not a homo,” Cam said, still staring at his mouth.
“No, you’re a dick,” Scott mumbled with an eye roll. “Who cares? We’re both drunk, it doesn’t count.”
“Right,” Cam said, his gaze fixed on Scott’s mouth. “We’re drunk.”
“Very drunk.” Scott pouted. “Comfort me. My boyfriend dumped me because of you.”
“Good riddance,” Cam said, his hand cupping Scott’s cheek. He leaned closer. Close enough that their noses bumped. Close enough that Scott could feel the warmth of Cam’s breath, could see the tiny scar cutting through his eyebrow, the way his pupils had blown wide.
A thumb pressed against Scott’s lips, insistent.
Scott opened his mouth, and the thumb pushed in. Scott’s breath hitched around it.
Cam’s thumb rested on his tongue for a suspended second—warm and firm, tasting faintly of salt. Scott’s pulse thudded in his ears. He could feel it everywhere: in his throat, in his heart, in his dick.
He couldn’t look away from Cam’s eyes as the thumb dragged slowly over Scott’s tongue before pulling free, tracing the curve of his lower lip on the way out. A whine slipped out of Scott’s mouth.
His gaze dark, Cam pushed the thumb back in, rubbing the sensitive inside of Scott’s mouth until Scott instinctively started sucking on it.
“Fuck,” Cam said breathlessly, pulling out his thumb again and pushing two fingers in. Scott moaned around them, arousal making him even more lightheaded than he’d felt already.
Cam dragged his fingers in and out, the wet, lewd sounds on every thrust making the action even more obscene and arousing. Scott couldn’t think anymore. He liked sucking cock as much as any gay man, but he’d never thought of his mouth as particularly sensitive. He was quickly revising that opinion. He couldn’t remember ever being this turned on by oral sex, and this should have been far tamer.
He sucked on the fingers with relish, moaning around them, his hips squirming and grinding against Cam’s thigh.
“Fuck,” Cam said, watching his fingers thrust into Scott’s mouth.
“Wanna put your cock in?” Scott mumbled.
Cam’s fingers stopped moving. “I’m not a—”
“We’re drunk,” Scott said. “None of this counts.”
Cam stared at him, his eyes dark and so very intense.
A beat passed, then another.
Slowly, Cam pulled his fingers out and reached down to his belt.
The sound of a zipper being undone had never sounded louder.
His heart pounding, Scott could only watch Cam shove his pants and boxers down and pull his cock out.
It looked even bigger in real life than it did in the picture. So fucking thick. An appropriate cock for the world champion.
Scott licked his dry lips as Cam straddled his chest. Drunk or not, this suddenly felt very real. But Cam didn’t give him time for second thoughts. He pushed the fat cockhead against Scott’s mouth, and Scott opened up, allowing it entry. Someone groaned—maybe Cam, maybe him. And then Cam started thrusting, shallowly at first, then deeper and harder.
Christ. Jesus fucking Christ.
Scott couldn’t remember having his mouth ever fucked like this. When he sucked cock, he was usually the one in control. He didn’t get his mouth fucked this nastily, didn’t allow other men to be this domineering in bed. Scott was a top, and a fucking great one.
This was so damn wrong.
But God, he’d never been harder in his life.
Scott yanked his zipper open and pulled his aching erection out. He moaned around Cam’s cock and started stroking his own desperately, tears springing to his eyes from the intensity of it. The heavy weight and hardness of the cock in his mouth was driving him crazy, and the unusually submissive position for him set off the spark of wrong-forbidden-so good feeling. Cam fucked his mouth faster, the wet sounds utterly obscene as he ground his cockhead against Scott’s throat, pulled out and did it again and again.
Scott was fisting himself furiously now, tears streaming down his cheeks, feeling utterly overwhelmed and turned on.
At long last, Cam groaned, pulled out and came all over Scott’s face. The humiliation of it pushed Scott over the edge, too.
God.
God.
Their breathing gradually synced, uneven at first, then steadying.
Scott’s eyelids grew heavy and he drifted off.
Chapter 9
“You’ve been weird.”
Scott flinched and lifted his eyes from the glass of champagne in his hand to his cousin.
Will was watching him carefully, his expression thoughtful.
“Have I?” Scott said lightly, glancing around the garden party, searching for an excuse to walk away. But his mom—whose birthday they were celebrating—was surrounded by other guests, and he couldn’t see anyone under the age of fifty he could talk to. He looked back at Will. “Surprised you noticed any difference. I barely see you these days now that you’re so loved up with your boy.”