Page 47 of Stray for You

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding,” he says, vastly breathier than he was only a moment ago.

I pause to look up at him. “I wasn’t, and I also wasn’t kidding that you’re going to behave. I can andwillstop and leave you suffering.”

“I believe you.” He assents too quickly, a frantic note in his voice. “I’m yours, Cam. Whatever you want.”

Christ, this is addicting. That grinning, smug bastard I’ve known since high school is gone, replaced by this groveling, compliant version of Julian. Yet it’s still him, undeniably him. And suddenly it hits me: All of that teasing meant to provoke a response. All these years he was just waiting for me to push him back.

I chuckle, and Julian cranes his head to look up at me.

“What? What is it?” he asks.

I put my hand over his cock where it’s trying to punch through his jeans. Then I squeeze.

Julian’s head drops back down. He groans through gritted teeth, any thought of questioning me swiftly forgotten.

“Darn,” I say. “You were doing so well, but I guess you need to wait a bit longer after all.”

I stop touching him entirely and sit back. Julian’s head pops back up, his lips opening around a complaint he thinks better of voicing. Instead, he merely watches as I undo my own jeans and shimmy them off, then send my briefs to the floor after them. My cock is as hard as his, but unlike him, I can touch myself —and I do. I sit there between his spread legs and languidly stroke myself while Julian’s eyes trace every movement. He looks like a thirsty man watching someone else drink water. His lips part. His breathing deepens. But he doesn’t utter a word.

I thumb the head of my cock and the pre-cum beaded there. I’m every bit as turned on as him, but I’m not going to show it. I simply keep stroking, acting like I would be content to do nothing else for the rest of the night.

Then, at last, it happens.

“Please, Cam,” he gasps. “Holy fuck, you’re going to drive me insane.”

I bite back as much of my smirk as I can, but it’s a losing battle.

“That easy?” I say.

“Yes, God, yes, I’m that easy. I’m so easy. Anything you want, Cam, justplease, for the love of Christ, touch me.”

He’s verging toward actual pain, it seems, and I started this whole thing on a whim. It’s not like I have a ton of experience bossing guys around in the bedroom or anything. It just felt right. But I show him mercy, finally peeling his jeans and briefs off and sitting on his thighs while squeezing lube into my palm.

Julian keeps his arms overhead, but when I lean toward him, he loops his bound wrists over my head and pulls me the rest of the way to his mouth. I grab our cocks in my fist as I give him my mouth. He whimpers pathetically, a noise I find especially delicious after spending so long teasing it out of him.

I’m not ready to give up on this yet. I stroke him more slowly than I could, even though that means I’m stroking myself that slowly too. I want harder and faster, but even more than that, I want Julian to writhe and whimper. And he certainly writhes and whimpers. Somewhat freer to move, he rolls his body up against mine, his kisses interrupted by groans. He pushes himself at my hand as much as he can, even with my bodypinning him down.

I’m starting to give in. I can feel it in the way my hips move with his, in the way I sway with his body, searching for friction. I pump us harder, my hand trapped between our bodies as we abandon everything but this need that has driven us together against all odds. The fact that this thing overflowing inside me is happening because of Julian,thatJulian, barely registers as my body screams for the final push it needs.

I teased Julian for too long. He goes well before me, crying out into my mouth and bucking his body up at me so hard he almost knocks me free. I nestle my head down in the crook of his shoulder and keep on pumping, going fast, trying not to touch him so long it turns painful, chasing after him with blind urgency.

At last it hits, and warmth splatters our torsos, adding to the mess Julian already made. Our bodies are slick with sweat and cum, but for a few moments all we can do is pant and groan and roll our hips at each other as the waning dregs of the high drain out of us.

Finally, I flop atop Julian, limp with pleasure. His bound wrists remain looped behind my head, and he rests his hands on my back. I pant against his neck while holding our softening cocks, enjoying the way our chests press together with every ragged breath.

“Where did you learn that?” Julian says.

“I have no idea.” I’m in no position to lie at a moment like this. “I just … thought of it.”

“Well, I’m damn glad you did. Seeing you like that was hot.”

I shouldn’t like it so much when he says that, but I do. Hell, I shouldn’t have him in my bed for the next week, but I do. None of this should be happening, but it sure is.

I climb out of bed, focusing on getting us cleaned up rather than the confusing mess I’ve created for myself. My thoughtswill work themselves out over the next week, I’m sure. Besides, I don’t have much of a choice. When Julian’s involved, it seems like I’m going to do it whether it’s a good idea or not.

“Come to bed,” Julian says, holding out his unbound arms to me.

I go. Because it feels too damn good for me to say no. And for right now, I don’t want to.

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