Page 41 of Perfect Matcha
Chapter Fifteen
Camden was shaking,and sweat dripped down his chest in rivulets. Witnessing Theo come on that steel dildo was honestly the hottest moment of Camden’s life. He’d made a mess of the foot of Camden’s bed, then fucking crawled through it to reach Camden’s lap.
Theo tore his blindfold down until it was loose around his neck. He touched Camden’s bottom lip with the tip of his finger. “Fuck me.”
Dreams and desires sprinted through Camden’s brain. He pushed almost all of them away.
“Will you be too sore?”
“No. I love being fucked after I come.” Theo grabbed Camden’s dick like he was going to hop right onto it.
“God, hold on. Need a rubber.”
Theo blinked a few times as if he was coming out of a daze. Then he leaned over and tore open the drawer of Camden’s bedside table. He came back with a condom and a travel-size lube bottle.
“You own a lot of lube.”
“I know.” Camden took the condom from Theo’s long, beautiful fingers and put it on. “Theo.”
“Yeah?”
“Not strangers. Don’t want to do this as strangers.” The admission felt like ripping his heart open, but it was a hard line for Camden.
“Not strangers. Just you and me.”
Their faces were so close Camden could see the flecks of green in Theo’s icy blue irises, see the places where his lower lashes clumped together. Camden grabbed Theo’s glasses from the bedside table and gingerly put them back on Theo’s face.
“Are you sure?” Camden asked. He liked the role play. Hell, he loved it actually, but he couldn’t look Theo in the eye and do this as anyone but himself.
“I’m so sure, Cam.” Theo poured lube onto the top of Camden’s cock and followed it with his body, taking Camden inside him in one long slide.
Camden wrapped his arms around Theo, pressed his hands into Theo’s hot skin, and stared up into his eyes. Theo shivered, and his mouth dropped open.
“You’re so beautiful,” Camden said, his lips skimming Theo’s chin. “Does it feel good for you?”
Theo moved slightly, and his hole clenched around Camden’s cock. “Yes. It’s nearly … too much but amazing.” He skimmed his palms over Camden’s shoulders and chest. “Fuck, you’re so strong.”
Camden grabbed Theo’s hips, not to direct him, but to sense his movements. To experience the shift of muscle and bone as he rode Camden’s cock slowly, the drag and pull so wonderful Camden could hardly breathe.
He’d been close for a long time. Just watching Theo work that steel dildo inside had been enough to make Camden tense, but then touching Theo, blindfolding him,fuck, feeling Theo’s mouth slip over his foreskin—Camden’s body was close to combusting
Their encounter had started so angry. Camden had liked it that way. He’d wanted Theo to snarl and snap, and Camden had wanted to return the favor, to drown out the jealousy blasting through him. It had been sexy and harsh and a bad idea.
This was still probably a bad idea. Removing a blindfold did not a good idea make. Nothing had really changed, had it? Theo had a date with Hawke on Friday. Camden had heard as much during his not-so-subtle eavesdropping.
“Cam,” Theo said. His eyelids were at half mast, satisfaction curling the edges of his lips. His face was an erotic masterpiece, one Camden would hold onto forever. “Where’d you go?”
“I’m right here.”
Camden’s worries and insecurities could wait. This might be a bad idea, but Camden wasn’t strong enough to dismiss it or push Theo away. He loved him, he wanted him, and for a few minutes at least, Theo wanted him back.
He gripped Theo’s hips a little tighter and thrust up gently. Theo threw his head back and moaned. Sweat beaded along Theo’s collarbones, and it was too tempting not to taste. Camden licked along that bright line, and Theo’s breath hitched, going ragged. Theo started moving faster as Camden bit and nibbled along the bone and up to the tendon of Theo’s neck until Theo was slamming his ass onto Camden’s dick.
“Theo,” he groaned into skin that smelled so fucking sweet. “Gonna come.”
“Do it.”
The dam inside him broke. Feelings and sensations rushed to the surface and crested in devastating waves. He clung to Theo like he was a life raft, coming inside him and trying not to let his heart float away.
