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)
It shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. Breathing in Scott’s scent, Cam closed his eyes, his thrusts becoming faster. After more than a week without sex, it didn’t take him long to get close to the edge. When his leaking cockhead caught on Scott’s opening, Cam groaned and nudged harder against it.
Scott gasped, pushing back. “Put it in,” he said breathlessly. “Just a little. Want you in me when I come.”
Cam knew they shouldn’t. He was too big to fuck without lube. And doing it bare was stupid. But fuck, he wanted to. His hips thrust forward before he could stop himself.
Scott whined, rotating his hips and pushing back a little. “Yes—come on, just a little more—”
Gritting his teeth, Cam pushed in slowly, tortuously so. The tightness, the heat, the way Scott’s hole gripped his bare cock like a vice… fuck, it was too much.
“Cam,” Scott gasped out, turning his head back, seeking his lips blindly. Cam licked into his mouth despite the awkward angle, grinding his cock in. Fuck—fuck—
Scott went rigid and came with a low moan against his mouth, and Cam quickly followed, spilling into Scott’s hole as pleasure and relief washed over him. It felt like he was coming forever.
“You come like a horse,” Scott muttered. “Fuck, I’ll be leaking your come all evening.”
Cam’s cock twitched. “How do you know how much horses come?” he murmured with a snort, tucking himself back in.
Then he looked down—and stared. At his come leaking out of Scott’s hole, down his inner thigh.
Jesus.
Before he completely realized what he was doing, he was dropping to his knees and licking it.
“What—oh—oh fuck—don’t stop—”
Cam didn’t.
They didn’t return to the party for another hour.
Chapter 19
Cam had never really been one to celebrate his birthday.
It wasn’t that he had anything against birthdays, but with the erratic, constant travel that had defined his life since early childhood, birthday celebrations had always been an afterthought.
But Scott wouldn’t hear of it when Cam said he wasn’t planning to celebrate.
“Are you kidding?” Scott scoffed. “You only turn thirty once in your life!”
“Every birthday happens only once in my life,” Cam said dryly, earning a playful smack to his chest before Scott cuddled up to him again.
“We’re totally celebrating it!” Scott declared, his eyes bright with excitement. “How many people do you want there? Probably the other drivers, your mechanics and engineers, right? That’s how many people? Fifty? Sixty? If there are more people, a yacht party may not work, but I guess it depends on the yacht…”
He was still chattering, but Cam barely listened. He simply watched Scott’s animated, lively face—the way his long lashes framed his pretty eyes, the dimple that appeared on the left side of his mouth whenever he smiled. Fuck, Cam wanted to chew on him.
So he leaned in and kissed him, cutting him off mid-sentence.
Scott spluttered, but after a moment, kissed back, squirming closer and closer until he was all but in Cam’s lap.
“You’re not listening to me, babe,” he complained when they pulled apart.
“I am,” Cam lied, stroking Scott’s arm and pulling him closer.
Scott’s eyes narrowed. “Prove it. What did I say?”
Fuck.
Cam strained his mind, trying to remember. “The birthday party. Eh, a yacht party?”
Scott laughed, shaking his head. “That was half an hour ago!”
It was?
It wasn’t the first time Cam had caught himself zoning out around Scott. Not because he was bored—quite the opposite. He just got too distracted watching the tiny expressions that flitted across Scott’s lively face to pay much attention to what he was saying.
“So not a yacht party?” Cam said, his lips twitching. “I was warming to the idea.”
Scott grinned at him, slinging a leg over Cam’s lap. “I have a better idea: Château de Pierrefonds.”
Cam frowned. “A what?”
“The French castle near Paris! The one from The Man in the Iron Mask? Merlin BBC?”
When Cam gave him a blank look, Scott rolled his eyes with a laugh. “You’re impossible! It’s like you didn’t watch a single show or movie!”
“I had a busy childhood,” Cam said. “And those are, like, ancient shows.”
Scott shot him a mock-affronted look. “Excuse you, Merlin finished running just a few years ago! What do you mean, 2008 was nearly twenty years ago?”
“Can we aim a little lower than a medieval castle?” Cam said with a wry smile. Scotty was so ridiculous.
“Pfft, you’re no fun!” Scott pouted, playing with Cam’s fingers restlessly. “Fine, what about Villa del Balbianello? Don’t tell me you don’t know what it is, either!”
“Doesn’t ring a bell,” Cam said, trying to keep a straight face. He actually did know what it was.
“Come on, Star Wars? Anakin and Padme? Unbelievable! Don’t tell me you haven’t watched Star Wars, either—”
Laughing, Cam cut him off with a kiss. He kissed him and kissed him some more, feeling like he wanted to crawl into Scotty’s mouth and devour him from the inside. Fuck, he wanted to—