Page 29 of Stray for You

Cameron’s eyes are locked on me. Even when I lower my head, I feel them prickling my scalp. Whatever he expected of me, he didn’t expectthis.

I make it to his knee, but merely kiss the side of it before I go for his other foot. It isn’t a fetish for me or anything, but if dragging my tongue along his arch can make Cameron shudderlike that, it doesn’t have to be. All of him is my fetish; all of him is an obsession I’ve never managed to shake. So it doesn’t matter if it’s his foot or his chest or his mouth or his cock. I want all of it. I want any part of him he’ll show me. I want any part of him that I can use to make him feel good.

By the time I climb up his other shin and reach that knee, a tremble rattles through his legs. It’s faint, but I can feel it with my lips pressed to his skin. I continue, tracing my way up the inside of his thigh, toward all the places he probably expected initially. When I reach them, Cameron is so sensitive that a slick bead of pre-cum waits at his tip.

I could do more to him. Oh Lord, I could do so much more. I haven’t even gotten to rim him. But Cameron grabs me by the hair once I’m in reach, his fingers tugging hard.

A promise for next time. Something to explore in the future, perhaps. That future feels unlikely, but I leave one place unexplored as a pact with myself: I will find my way back to this man somehow, even when this is over.

When I finally turn my attention to Cameron’s cock, I force myself to keep going slow. Instead of swallowing him whole, I lick along his shaft. Cameron groans, hand yanking at my hair. When I reach the tip, however, I leave him wanting, ignoring that for now so I can blow softly along the path my tongue painted.

“Christ,” Cameron rasps. “Why … why does that feel so good? Julian, I’m…”

He doesn’t finish, mostly because I do, at last, swallow him. Hearing my name tripping off his tongue like that, mangled and warped by desire, dripping out of his mouth as hot as melted wax — it breaks something inside me. I thought I was in control of this and could take it slow the whole way through, but the moment he uses my name I’m done. I seal my lips around him, tasting that bright bead of pre-cum in the instant before I plungedown his cock. He moans, writhing under me, his hand tangling up my hair. He can rip it out for all I care. I grab his sac, applying firm, careful pressure as I bob my head. My tongue is never still, even as I suck him. His hips start to move along with me as Cameron cracks, shoving his need at me while he groans and grabs.

“I’m gonna … fucking…” he chokes.

I don’t relent. Maybe he notices my determination. Maybe he’s too far gone for that. I drag him up to the edge and keep him there for so long that he’s wild with unleashed need.

“Juliaaannnn,” he groans one more time. Then his hips jam up at me. I almost choke on his cock, but force the reaction down so he can explode down my throat in a glorious burst that I happily swallow.

I ride him down, not really wanting to remove my mouth from him but finally conceding to do it when he shifts under me. I come up wiping at my mouth, which tastes all of him. It makes me want to never brush my teeth, even though I know he’d fade from my mouth either way before my plane landed back in Newark International Airport. I’ll have to settle for drenching my senses in him now: His taste lingering in my mouth, the sound of my name ringing in my ears, the sight of him breathing raggedly under me as he tries to calm himself, the feel of his flushed skin, the scent of his body sticking to my lungs.

He sits up after a few more deep breaths, and cold panic strikes at my chest, even with my cock rock hard inside my jeans. Will he run away? Is this how it ends?

I open my mouth, perhaps meaning to beg him to stay a little longer, but I don’t manage a single word before he throws me onto my back on the bed. I hit the mattress and blink up at him, limp with surprise.

“What?” he says. “You don’t think I’m not going to take care of you too, do you?”

“I…”

“Be quiet. I know what I’m doing.”

I can’t argue with that. He strips me down far more swiftly than I stripped him. He doesn’t even pretend to mimic anything I did, going straight for my cock instead. His brusque efficiency is no less effective than my meandering indulgence, however. I was already hard. The addition of his hand and mouth on me tip me toward the edge in mere heartbeats.

I grab Cameron’s dark hair as he bobs along me, following the swift, hard, merciless motion of his body. Quickly, it’s too difficult to try to keep my eyes open and watch him. I snap them shut, falling back into fantasy, clinging to him as his hot mouth takes me deep.

Surprisingly, it’s his hand that betrays him. His mouth might be all cold efficiency, but his fingers feel along the delicate skin of my sac, then explore lower, touching timidly at my rim like it might be too much. Nothing is too much when it comes to him. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say that everything is too much, but I savor the experience of being overwhelmed and overcome by him. His touch sets off sparks that crackle through my entire body, until I’m whining his name and yanking at his hair and rolling my hips at him in a pathetic plea for release.

I come crashing past the precipice in a thunderous roar. It’s an avalanche burying me alive, drowning out all my senses until there’s nothing but heat and pleasure andhim. If I thought he had command of my senses before, it’s so much worse now. My very soul belongs to him in those blissful moments when he grants me relief and strips me down to nothing but a quivering mess.

Eventually, the mattress groans as Cameron flops onto his back beside me. I pry my eyes open and find him naked and panting. He stares up at the ceiling instead of looking at me.

“I think the garage is closed for the night,” he says.

It’s a lie. Those garages don’t close this early. But if that’s the truth Cameron needs to believe in order to stay here, I’m damn sure not going to dispel it.

“You can crash here,” I say, as though this is all so perfectly accidental. “I’ll get you brunch in the morning to compensate you for the parking.”

“Brunch,” he says.

“Brunch. It’s between breakfast and lunch.”

“Why not breakfast?”

I roll onto my side, sliding my arm across his belly, taking a chance. He flinches, but doesn’t push me away. He finally settles those dark eyes on me.

“Because I plan to stay in bed with you for as long as I can,” I say. “So we’re going to miss breakfast.”

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