Page 65 of Off Balance

He comes on a cry, nails cutting into the skin at the back of my neck, head thrown back. I force my eyes to stay open and watch every second of the way his chest heaves and the muscles in his stomach contract as pulse after pulse of cum coats my tonsils. Once his cock has given its last twitch and I've cleaned every drop of cum from it, I finally lower him down. He droops against me, straddling my stomach with his face in my neck. Once I extricate my arms from under his legs, I pull a blanket around us and wrap him in my arms.

"Give me thirty seconds to get my brain back online, and then I'm going to suck your soul out through your dick," he says tiredly.

"Shhh," I soothe him, shaking with laughter. "Rest now, tiny dancer." My fingers trace up and down his spine, and he melts into me.

There's nothing in the world that I want more than this, right here.

Oh, God.

Oh, fuck.

That's so good.

Warm, wet heat engulfs the head of my cock. Something slippery and hot slides all around it, flicking against the sensitive underside of my cockhead. A tight grip around my base strokes my foreskin up and down my shaft. The heat sinks lower over my cock, taking me about halfway. Then intense suction pulls up my shaft, startling me fully awake.

"What the—Nyynghh—Oh, fuck. Cam?Jesus."

I have no idea what time it is. It's still dark out, save for the usual streetlights and the moon that casts a beam of light through the window. There's just enough light to make out Cam going to town on my cock like it's his last meal. Once I can control my own breathing, I hear the wet, salacious slurping sounds of his mouth and hand working me over.

It's unlike anything I've ever felt before. I've had a lot of blowjobs in my life, but I have never, in the entirety of my existence, had anyone go at me with such precision and enthusiasm. Maybe I'm in shock, but I can't fucking move. All I can do is breathe through it and enjoy the ride.

Spit drips down my shaft, squishing into the movements of his hand, dripping down my balls. It's so wet and sloppy and perfect. Then the head of my cock meets the back of his throat, and I nearly come off the bed.

"Fucking hell, Cam. That's…fuck,you take my cock so good. So fucking perfect." My words and breaths are basically coming out as wheezes at this point. I'm overstimulated and overwhelmed and I might be dying right now. This might not even be actuallyhappening. I might just be in the throes of some kind of wild halluci?—

Oh my fucking fuck.

Cam slides one slick finger into my crack, pressing the flat of his fingertip against my asshole. My instinct is to clench, but between the suction of his mouth and the tantalizing way he rubs back and forth with that one digit, I'm distracted enough to relax. The next time he takes my cock all the way to the back of his throat, my hips jerk and when they come back down, the tip of his finger slips inside me. I gasp at the intrusion. Not because it hurts, it's just different. A little strange, but not in a bad way. He pulses the finger in and out a little, letting more spit inside before slipping in farther. The way he works me to the edge and then distracts me with his finger moving deeper inside me is making my brain spin.

When his finger is all the way inside me, he moves it in a way that causes a pressure inside, like I need to pee. I squirm against the feeling, but I’m too lost in the warmth of Cam's talented mouth on my cock to try to get away.

"Relax, trust me," he says, his voice hoarse.

In the dim light that filters through the windows, I can see his already puffy lips are swollen and wet. He keeps one hand pumping my cock slowly while working his finger inside me. The dual sensation is admittedly fucking delicious, and I feel myself growing closer to the edge again.

"I trust you," I tell him as he leans back down to suck my cock back into his mouth.Fuck,that sight alone is enough to drive me over the edge. "I'm close."

Cam hums and repositions his hand a little, then he moves his finger again, pressing against what I can only imagine must be the magical prostate that I've definitely heard about but have never bothered to search out for myself.

Andohholyfuckingfireworksshootingupmyspineandexplodingbehindmyeyeballs.My body goes rigid and pleasure spikes through my entire body. I'm talking, radiating from deep inside me to the tips of my fingers and toes. I erupt inside Cam's mouth, gasping for air and clenching my jaw against the shriek that I can feel rising from my vocal cords. My vision goes funny. I'm pretty sure my eyes are crossed.

It doesn't stop there, though. Cam keeps going, bobbing and suctioning up and down my cock, while his finger rubs back and forth across that magic button. He milks me of every drop of cum, more than I thought possible, while my limbs tremble and I moan like some kind of farm animal. I want to be embarrassed, but I don't have the brain space for it. I don't have the capacity for anything outside of trying to catch my breath.

I swear, he literally sucked my soul through my dick.

"Are you okay?" Cam asks after several long minutes of silence.

Chuckling nervously, I try to think of how to answer him.

"Yes… Maybe? No? I'm not sure yet."

He tries to lift his head from where it's nestled against my chest, but I press it back down and hold him against me tighter, so he won't try to run away.

"I'm fine, Cam." I laugh. "Just trying to get brain function back."

"You're not freaking out, then?"

"Why would I freak out?" I ask, even though I know exactly what he means, and I know he's right. This is a lot to process. Or it should be. But I've been coming to terms with my unexpected feelings since the first time I laid eyes on him, and the more time we spend together, the more I realize that nothing else matters.

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