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 latched onto his right tit immediately, as if he’d been waiting for permission—as if he’d been barely restraining himself.
Scott whimpered as Cam’s hot, wet mouth closed on his nipple, sucking and biting on it almost to the point of pain. “Christ, easy there,” he managed.
Cam’s sucks softened slightly, but his mouth was no less hungry, opening wider to take part of the tit into his mouth too, his hand kneading the other greedily.
Scott bit his lip hard to stop himself from moaning. His chest had always been sensitive, more sensitive than most men’s, and he’d occasionally liked some nipple play, but this was something else. It felt like his tits were connected directly to his cock, and he was quickly moving to the point of no return.
He whined when Cam pulled off his abused right nipple and latched onto the other. Cam’s hand left his tit for a moment and Scott felt some fumbling between them before he realized that Cam had pulled his cock out. “Your hand,” he said—ordered—rutting against Scott’s thigh.
As if in a dream, Scott found himself wrapping his hand obediently around Cam’s massive cock and giving him a hole to fuck into as Cam sucked on his tits.
Oh god, what was happening to him? Why did he feel like a toy existing only for Cam’s pleasure, Cam’s stress relief—and why was he enjoying it so much? His own arousal felt secondary, his entire world narrowing to Cam’s cock fucking his hand, Cam’s mouth abusing his nipples.
He didn’t loosen his grip around Cam’s cock until he felt Cam shudder and spill into his hand, groaning against his tits. “You’re so fucking good to me,” Cam said, and—
And Scott fucking came. Just like that. Completely untouched.
He stared at the dark ceiling in confusion, freaked out of his mind.
***
The weird part was how totally normal it all felt despite being utterly weird rationally. The paradox of it messed with his head, making him question his sanity, because Cam treated no differently the next day, as if Scott hadn’t jerked him off the previous two nights, as if what they’d done last night was totally normal. He acted like it wasn’t a big deal at all.
And maybe it wasn’t. Scott was just giving a friend a hand—literally. Relieving his tension. There was no use reading into it.
Except Scott had never really been the selfless type. He’d never done something for another person in his life without getting something out of it. That was the unsettling part about the whole thing. He understood why Cam was doing it: he was getting free orgasms with no strings attached. But why was he doing it? Why was he spending every night jerking off his straight friend when he could have been getting laid by any number of cute twinks hanging around the paddock, batting their eyelashes at him?
The irrationality of it, of his own selfless behavior, annoyed him to no end. Will was right: this was very unlike him. His friendship with Cam was nothing like his other friendships—he liked pleasing Cam a bit too much for that to be healthy. It wasn’t fucking normal that some primitive part of his brain liked relieving a friend’s stress. He wasn’t a fucking stress pill. Scott was starting to get creeped out by how content he was just being around Cam, letting his whole world revolve around Cam’s needs. It wasn’t him. Scott had always been a selfish asshole, and his own behavior around Cam was genuinely weirding him out lately.
Not to mention that strange orgasm last night… Had he—had he come from being praised? From being told how good he was to Cam?
The thought unsettled him. He’d never thought he had a praise kink.
Fuck, maybe he should pick someone up. A cute guy or two. Deal with this confusion the old-fashioned way. Spend less time getting Cam off and more time getting himself off—getting himself off normally.
That was how Scott found himself unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt and strolling down the paddock. He was tall, handsome, and fit. He knew he drew people’s eyes. It was Saturday morning after FP3, and there was no shortage of VIP guests around. Some of them were bound to be queer and available.
Feeling someone’s appreciative gaze on him, Scott glanced around until his eyes locked with a pretty guy standing by Ferrari’s hospitality. A bit taller than he normally would go for, but he was slender and good-looking, with nice dark eyes. They were gleaming with interest as he licked his pretty lips. Nice little body. His long legs would look fantastic wrapped around Scott’s waist—
A heavy hand on his shoulder snapped him out of his fantasies.
“Here you are,” Cam said, steering him back to McLaren’s hospitality in a rather bossy manner. “I was looking for you.”