Page 18 of Perfect Matcha
If this were a seduction, Camden knew what he’d say. He’d sweet talk Theo into understanding that it was freeing to give yourself pleasure without anyone else’s demands in your head, to focus only on whatyoudesired. That jerking off, particularly with a toy as decadent as the Rimmy, was worth enjoying. Worth reveling in.
It was definitely worth more than justgetting on with.
“I think you’ll like it, Theo,” he said, his voice scratchy. “Last time I played with the Rimmy, it was … Well, you probably don’t want the details, but it’s—”
“No. Give me the details.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Please.”
“Uh, all right. I was seeing this guy named Raj,” Camden said.Seeingwas a misnomer, except for the fact that RajsawCamden without his pants on twice. Camden didn’t try to date anymore, hadn’t in a long time, but every once in a while, the loneliness got to him. Raj had wanted fun, casual, and short, which had been great.
“Keep going. Set the scene. I’m going to imagine I’m you.”
Damn.Theo kept blowing Camden’s mind without even trying.
“We were at his place, and he had this amazing leather couch. It was Christmastime, so he had a tree up, and that was the only light in the room.”
“This was recent, then?” Theo asked, his voice soft. Christmas was only a few weeks behind them.
“Oh, no. Over a year ago.”
“Gotcha. Keep going. Get to the interesting part.”
Camden laughed. “Now who’s bossy.”
“Me. Tell me what happened next.”
“Okay, okay. He took my clothes off and laid me down on his fancy sofa. Are your clothes off, Theo?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Then he fingered me, nice and slow.” A small, hitching moan floated over the line, and Camden smiled. “You stretching yourself? You have to get yourself ready for the toy. It’s wide.”
“Uh-huh.”
Camden held in a horny grunt and pressed his palm to his aching dick. This was torture, but he didn’t want it to end.
Camden decided to change tack slightly, to craft a fantasy for his best friend. “He’s excellent at finger-fucking you, hitting that hot spot inside you hard over and over again. Until you’re begging for it.”
“Ah…ah… oh God.”
“That’s it. Until you’re begging, Theo.”
There was a real moan this time, not stifled at all, and Camden about shot through the roof. His whole body clenched, and he had to rip his hand away from his pants.
“Please.Fuck… please, tell me what to do next,” Theo gasped out.
“Put some lube on the toy. Make sure to put it around the neck too.”
A few seconds later, Theo said, “Done.”
“Now he works it inside you. It takes a few minutes because it’s been a while, and you don’t do this with other people very often.” Heat rushed through Camden. He was sliding into the realm of personal information about himself rather than dirty talk, but Theo’s noises indicated he wasn’t tripped up—much the opposite—so Camden carried on. “Once it’s in your ass, he licks your balls into his mouth as he lets you get used to it. Play with your balls, Theo.”
“I like that,” Theo said. He sounded sex drunk.
“You like what?” Camden asked, mostly because he couldn’t help himself.
