Page 66 of Stray for You

My breath shreds to ragged panting. I grip myself tighter as desire swells inside me. I want to grab my aching cock, but I’m here for more than that tonight, and with how Cameron is devouring me, I’m scared even one touch could rocket me toward the peak too quickly. His tongue seems to map my every weakness, returning to torment all the places that leave me crying out as I writhe on the mattress.

“Cam,” I groan, mangling his name between my teeth.

He gives my ass a hard slap as he comes up for air. The sensation tingles through my body, my skin prickling pleasantly in the aftermath. I know he’ll go right back down if I ask, but I drag my brain out of the haze of lust shrouding it and force myself to focus on my goal.

“Cam,” I pant, “fuck me, Cam. Shit. Hurry up and fuck me.”

He launches into action like he was merely waiting for those words to release him before he moved. I remain on my side, panting for breath as Cameron rummages around in his nightstand. I don’t watch, but the sound of a cap popping open is sweet torment as my imagination readily fills in the gaps.

Rather than rolling me over one direction or the other, Cameron straddles my bottom leg, grabbing the other and pushing my knee back. I end up almost on my back, but turned on my side enough that he can line his slick cock up against me — and look straight down into my eyes as he does it.

We don’t say a word. We barely even breathe. We simply maintain that eye contact as his cock breaches me. Cameron watches my face change, watches as the stretch hits me and I will myself to relax around him. He doesn’t need my words to know to give me more, and he keeps watching me the entireway, observing every flicker and twitch on my face. With him inside me and holding one leg up, I’m entirely his to command, a duty he regards with typical Cam-like seriousness. I would laugh, but I’m too busy burning around his encroaching cock as it ignites everything inside me. Stretching turns into pressure, and pressure turns into pleasure, a pulsing awareness that that thing aching inside of me is getting exactly what it needs.

Cameron pauses when he bottoms out. We hang in this moment of connection, our bodies slotted as close together as possible, his hips against me. I stare up at him in awe. His dark hair hangs in a messy tumble around his face. His eyes are so dark I can’t tell how much is the blown out pupils. Warmth deepens the smooth brown of his cheeks under their customary smattering of stubble.

“Cam.” I can’t help it. I keep wanting to say his name. It sounds so different when it’s mine to say, when he’s mine.

I might say it again, but Cameron punches the words, and breath, right out of my throat by dragging his cock back. I groan and drop my head back on the pillow beneath me as the drag sets my body alight. He pushes back in slowly, but it doesn’t matter. Fast or slow, I’m already going crazy for him. I knew while driving over here that I wanted to make this our first night inourapartment. I’ve been anticipating it for so long that the blunt fact of it fries something in my brain. Fantasy overlays reality, like tinted sunglasses painting the whole world a brighter shade. Color flashes in my vision, or maybe that’s just the sparks shooting through my body every time Cameron pushes into me again.

He’s picking up speed, gripping my lifted leg harder while almost riding my bottom leg. He uses my body for leverage, his breathing going harsh as he finds a rhythm that involves him slamming into me hard enough to knock little grunts of pleasure from my throat. I can’t do much but lie beneath him, butCameron doesn’t seem to care. He takes control, setting a pace that has my body screaming.

At last, I let myself grab at myself. My cock is aching for touch. It only takes a couple pumps to get me completely hard. I try to time my strokes to Cameron’s, matching his intensity, his flow, so we can move together, a heap of limbs searching for relief.

I struggle to keep watching him, even as I yearn to observe the strain of the desire crashing over him. I can feel that same strain in his thrusts. He dives into me harder and faster, pummeling me into the mattress, his need a tangible force rocking me back and forth. His fingers dig into the skin of my leg as his head drops.

I can’t see his eyes anymore. He’s a furious shadow above me, slamming into me hard, grunting with effort and need. My body squeezes tight around his cock, howling for more even as the burn wells up. I’m full all the way to my throat, my whole body clenching around him to seek the friction and connection it craves.

Finally, my eyes drop closed as well. I can’t fight the desire to slam them shut and give in. The moment I close them, I flop back against the mattress, leaving my entire body at Cam’s mercy. The only control I retain is my fumbling stroking of my own cock, but even that has become a furious mess as my mind goes blank under the roar of the desire building to a peak inside me.

I say his name one more time, and when I do, it comes out as a scream.

“Cam,” I wail at the ceiling of his,ourbedroom as I explode over my own hand and arch onto my shoulders.

He keeps driving into me as my ass clenches even harder around him, my whole body pulsing around beat after beat of delirious release. Then I feel him going too, holding deep insideme as the pleasure grips him in its crushing fist. He moans senselessly, and I think I might join him, but it’s hard to tell while I’m contorting into the pleasure, my body rigid with ecstasy.

When it passes, I crash back down to the mattress. I may have lifted myself up a mere inch or two, but it feels like falling off a skyscraper when everything goes limp and I careen back to Earth.

Cameron crashes with me, lying atop me panting for a moment before he can collect himself enough to pull out of me and flop onto the bed beside me. I roll over to lie on my side facing him, watching that rosy glow in his cheeks, the rise and fall of his chest, the smile that flickers on his lips even as he pants.

After a few breaths, he manages to open his eyes. When he does, he tilts himself on his side to kiss me, a warm, languid, lazy kiss brimming with satisfaction. Then he flops back down, and I shuffle closer to set my head on his shoulder.

“I love you,” I say. I’ve said it before, said it many times before, but the feeling is so big in this moment that it has to come out again.

“I love you too,” Cameron says.

Those words haven’t been as easy for him as for me. At first, they would come out quiet, afraid, but that has gradually fallen away. I mean to make it my business to show him each and every day that his decision to trust me, to let me in, was the right one. This is only our first day of many more together, and I’m not going to waste a second of them on doubt and uncertainty. I finally caught up with the man of my dreams, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure I’m the man ofhisdreams too.

Cameron deserves a happy ending to his story. And I’m going to be the one to provide it. Today and forever.

Epilogue

Cameron

A year and a half later…

ERIN SLAPS A HAND onto my shoulder.

“You’re going to be great,” she says softly. Kelsey nods in agreement.

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