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)
“Scott. You will tell me.”
Huffing a laugh, Scott said, “Okay, whatever, just get on with it.”
His legs were spread wider and then there was pressure against his asshole.
His stomach clenched.
Men don’t take it up the ass.
Scott quashed the annoying voice in his head and glared at the ceiling, his jaw locked as the cock pushed inside him.
Oh god. It was too much.
It was too big.
So fucking long.
He could do this, damn it. He could. Twinks half his weight had taken his dick like pros.
“Okay?” Cam ground out as he bottomed out and went still, stroking Scott’s thigh soothingly.
“Yeah,” Scott said, meeting Cam’s dark, glazed eyes.
Cam was enjoying this. He was making Cam feel good. The thought was heady, distracting enough to make him stop fixating on the uncomfortable, strange stretch in his asshole.
“Go ahead,” Scott said softly. “Fuck me.”
Cam’s brows furrowed. He looked at Scott’s mostly soft dick and reached for it, but Scott grabbed his hand, stopping him. “No.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” Cam ground out but he did start moving carefully. “You think it’ll make you less of a man if you get off on being fucked?”
Sometimes Scott really hated how well Cam understood him.
“I want it like this,” Scott said mulishly. He didn’t let go of Cam’s hand. Didn’t want to.
Cam’s dark eyes searched his face. “So what, you just want to lie like that and let me use you like a sex doll?”
A jolt of heat shot through him, making his dick twitch and start hardening. Fuck.
Cam raised his eyebrows, clearly noticing the effect his words had on him. “All right,” he said, his gaze intent. “If that’s how you want it.” Leaning forward, he dropped his weight fully on top of Scott, pressing their clasped hands by Scott’s head.
Scott whimpered, overwhelmed by how utterly helpless he was in this position: crushed under the weight of the other man while his hard cock drilled relentlessly into him, using Scott like a toy for his pleasure.
“Is this what gets you off?” Cam ground out by his ear. “Someone using you? Not giving a shit about your pleasure, just taking what they want?”
Scott moaned, unable to think clearly anymore. He wasn’t even sure if he liked the relentless hammering his asshole was receiving, but he’d never been harder in his life, his head empty of all thought. His nipples ached from Cam’s hairy chest brushing against them, his cock throbbing with need.
“Look at you, just lying there passively, like a wet hole.” Cam thrust into him. And then again. “And you love it. Don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Scott gasped out. “Please.”
“Please what, doll?”
Arousal zipped through him. “Don’t stop.”
Cam didn’t stop, his thick cock pistoning into him with obscene, wet sounds. It was too fucking much, the weight of him, the pressure, but Scott couldn’t get enough. He’d never felt more helpless—or more turned on—in his life. He arched his tits and Cam latched onto a nipple and sucked, making Scott whine from overstimulation.
He imagined being a real sex doll—something Cam had chosen in a sex shop and then brought home to fuck. He imagined Cam groping him, groping his tits and ass while he couldn’t move at all, just lying there helplessly as Cam fucked his mouth and then fucked his asshole, using him like the wet hole he was—just a toy bought for his pleasure—a fleshlight for Cam’s cock—
Scott came with a ragged moan, his dick completely untouched.
“Fuck,” Cam ground out, his hips starting to thrust harder and faster, the headboard slamming into the wall with the force of his thrusts. “Scotty.” He groaned against Scott’s cheek and came, his hips still moving weakly as if he couldn’t quite stop.
Scott shivered and turned his head, seeking Cam’s lips like a blind kitten seeking affection, guided more by instinct than thought. His breath caught when he finally found them, a soft, relieved sound slipping out, the simple contact steadying something fragile inside him.
Cam indulged him without hesitation, meeting him halfway and then giving more, slow and patient. The kiss deepened. Cam’s hand came up to cradle the back of his neck, his thumb brushing gently along his skin, grounding him. He kissed Scott again and again, soft presses that grew warmer, more reassuring than urgent, until Scott’s restless tension began to loosen and the floaty, needy feeling slowly ebbed away, replaced by a calm, steady warmth that settled deep in his chest.
When Scott opened his eyes, he found Cam watching him already from a few inches away.
“Okay?” Cam said, his expression searching.
Scott blinked, feeling like he’d just woken up from a bizarre dream.
Was he okay? He felt very far from okay. He felt like—like he’d just lost his virginity, which was beyond ridiculous. He had to literally bite his tongue to stop himself from asking how good it had been for Cam. Ridiculous. He’d never suffered from insecurity when it came to sex.