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)
“Are you close?” Scott murmured, brushing his thumb over Cam’s happy trail.
Cam just grunted, the slippery sounds growing faster. Judging by the sound of it, he must have been leaking precome profusely… his cock was probably hard and angry in Cam’s hand… so fucking thick.
Scott belatedly became aware that he was grinding against the outer side of Cam’s thigh. He was hard too. Then again, it wasn’t surprising. Just a sympathy boner. Anyone would feel aroused when someone was jerking off less than an inch away from them.
Not wanting to freak Cam out, Scott pulled his hips back and slipped his hand into his boxers. Burying his face against Cam’s bicep, he started stroking his cock. He thought about the pretty flight attendant he’d flirted with during his flight, about his full lips and tight little body. He’d slipped Scott his number. Maybe he should give him a call and get laid, fuck into his tight—
Scott’s fantasies came to a screeching halt when he felt a hand on his hand—on the hand that was on Cam’s happy trail.
“If you’re going to keep touching me like this, make yourself useful,” Cam said roughly, before moving Scott’s hand lower and wrapping it around Cam’s hard cock.
All thoughts about the pretty flight attendant left Scott’s head. All he could focus on now was the thick cock in his hand. A cock. In his hand. It was ridiculous. It was hardly the first cock he’d ever touched. Hell, he’d even had this cock in his mouth. But somehow, this felt nerve-racking. Wrong. He was completely sober for one thing.
But he didn’t resist as Cam moved his hand with his, showing him the pressure and rhythm he wanted. He complied passively, letting Cam use his hand as a fleshlight. A hole to fuck.
It was the single most surreal sexual experience in his life. Scott didn’t do passive. He didn’t let himself be used.
And yet. His heart beating fast against his ribcage, he let Cam use his hand to get off. Cam’s cock was becoming more slippery, so hard and thick. Scott couldn’t focus on anything else. Just that hard rod. Attached to a friend. Throbbing in his hand. Cam’s hand wrapped around his.
His breath unsteady, Cam squeezed his hand over Scott’s, using it to fist his cock harder and faster, the wet noise obscene in the silence of the room—until he finally came all over their hands.
For a long moment, there was only silence. Then Cam released Scott’s hand.
Belatedly, Scott let Cam’s softening dick go and wiped his hand on the sheets.
“Thanks,” Cam said, sounding already half-asleep.
“Don’t mention it,” Scott said, staring at the dark ceiling.
And that was that.
Chapter 11
At first Scott had thought it would be a one-time thing. Something that happened once and then never again.
He certainly hadn’t expected that his hand would be wrapped around Cam’s cock the very next night.
This time Cam didn’t wait until they fell asleep.
“The car is a fucking tractor,” he ground out in frustration, turning toward Scott in the dark. “I don’t know if we can find performance before tomorrow.”
Scott could feel Cam’s frustration with his skin, so he pulled him close, figuring a little cuddle would help. Cam always reacted well to a hug.
Except he’d forgotten that he was bare chested—it was too hot to sleep in a T-shirt—and the movement pressed Cam’s face against his pecs.
Cam made a strange sound, nuzzling into them. His scruff felt odd against his skin, his hot breath brushing against Scott’s nipple.
Scott shivered.
“Scotty.”
“Hmm?”
“Would it be too strange if I sucked on your tits?”
Scott blinked into the darkness, his face suddenly warm. “Why—why would you even want to?” he choked out.
Cam nuzzled his pecs. “I don’t miss my ex, but I miss sucking on her tits. I’ve always found it comforting when I’m stressed.”
Chuckling harshly, Scott threaded his fingers through Cam’s hair. “Freud would have something to say about it, Richter.” He cleared his throat, his cheeks still uncomfortably warm. “I mean, that would definitely be weird. And I’m sure my boobs don’t compare to your ex-girlfriend’s anyway.”
“Your tits are nice,” Cam said hoarsely, bringing a hand up to knead one carefully. “And your nipples are so big. Don’t tell me your boytoys never sucked on them. Your tits are practically begging for it.”
Jesus.
Scott licked his dry lips. He should say no. Letting Cam suck on his nipples would completely cross the line—the line they’d already crossed multiple times, granted, but this somehow felt more definitive than letting Cam fuck his mouth while they were drunk or letting Cam use his hand as a fleshlight in the dark.
But the mere thought of having Cam’s mouth on his nipples made them tingle in anticipation.
He kind of… He wanted to know what it would feel like.
“God, I can’t believe what I’m letting you get away with,” Scott mumbled with a laugh. “Go ahead, you weirdo.”