Page 54 of Perfect Matcha
Finally, Camden was ready. He planted his hands on the cards and braced himself as Theo worked himself inside slowly, his cock blunt and powerful. They hadn’t done this a lot. Only a few times, and while Camden loved it, it also sent a scary thrill up his spine. He collapsed onto his elbows, crushing and crumpling slick cards with his body weight, and groaned into the cushion.
“Is this good?” Theo asked, holding Camden open and plowing inside. His movements were less cautious than usual, which ratcheted up Camden’s own arousal tenfold. “Because this is really good on my end, Cam.”
“What’s it feel like?”
“Like someone is rimming me while I fuck you. Oh, damn. I’m not going to last long.” Theo tripped his hands up Camden’s sides, pushing his shirt and tux jacket up his body, and held on roughly.
Heat curled in Camden’s stomach, whisps licking over his groin, as Theo tagged his prostate. The cards beneath him began to blur, fuzzy darkness creeping along the edges of his vision. He caught his cock in his hand. It was slick and achy.
“Don’t come before me,” Camden said. “That was not part of our bargain … Oh my fucking God … If you do, I’ll have to tell my bosses about how you stole from them. They won’t be happy.”
Theo huffed a laugh and pulled out. Camden would have been embarrassed about the whimper that escaped him if Theo hadn’t turned him onto his back and immediately speared him again.
This was Camden’s favorite angle. It was perfect, the curve of Theo’s cock hitting all the spots inside him that made him cry out and writhe and lose complete control of himself. Theo knew how to move, knew the right way to press Camden into the chaise and steal his breath with a kiss.
Playing cards flew around them, sailing onto the floor and sticking to their bare skin. Theo’s face was flushed, his glasses askew. His hair was a riot around his head. Camden adored Theo’s face during sex. The sleepy-eyed, red-mouthed marvel.
“Close, Theo,” Camden said against Theo’s mouth. “Please, touch me.”
Camden had never been one for begging, but he was safe with Theo, safe being wide open and exposed, everything on display.
“I’ll take care of you,” Theo whispered. He whipped the cloth pocket square out of his jacket pocket—hooray for half-dressed sex—and pushed it into Camden’s fist. “Use this. Don’t want to get spunk on your pretty tux.”
Camden nodded, unable to speak as Theo fucked him harder. Unable to do anything but gasp as Theo grabbed his cock and stroked it in time to his thrusts.
“Come on, Cam. Come on,” Theo chanted. “I love you, but … but this is too good … Andfuck.”
Theo smiled when he came, a laugh of joy slipping from his beautiful mouth, and it pushed Camden over too. He managed to catch the spurts of his release with the handkerchief, but he did not manage to stifle his own shout as sensation pulsed through him.
Theo kissed his throat as Camden came down. Once he had his wits about him, Camden threaded his fingers into Theo’s curls and lifted his head so they were eye to eye.
“Theo, I better never catch you counting cards in my casino ever again. Because next time, I’ll demand a harsher punishment.”
Theo’s laughter followed them through their rushed cleanup, including a quick trip to his Prius to drop off the pocket square and the sex toy.
When they made it back to the reception, the dancing was in full swing. The lights were low, alcohol was flowing, and the music was loud. No one seemed to notice them as they slipped toward the bar, both in need of some hydration.
Camden had just received his beer from the bartender when Freddie appeared and grabbed their wrists with a claw-like grip. They both jumped and looked at each other guiltily.
“I want a picture of the Three Mountaineers,” Freddie said. There was a photographer following him around, and before Camden was ready, Freddie had an arm over each of their shoulders and was cheesing at the camera.
Once the picture was out of the way, Freddie turned to Theo and gave him a huge hug. Theo returned it, a content smile teasing the corners of his mouth.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Freddie said.
“Wouldn’t have missed it. You are going to be so happy,” Theo responded.
Then Freddie hugged Camden. He pressed his lips to Camden’s ear. “Did you sneak off to screw around with my ex at my wedding reception, Camden?” Camden tensed, and Freddie laughed. “I have never been so proud of you.” He smacked a sloppy kiss onto Camden’s cheek and waltzed off to the next group of people.
An impossible amount of happiness flooded Camden. He was here with Theo. It wasn’t fake. It wasn’t an experiment. It was real.
“I love you,” he blurted, and Theo grinned. Camden usually blurted it out. The feelings seemed to build in him in such an uncontrollable storm that the only way to get them out was by announcing it too abruptly, randomly, and loudly. Camden was not suave at all when it came to saying those three little words.
But he didn’t need to be. Not with Theo.
“I love you too.”
He handed his beer over so Theo could take a drink. There was no reason for Theo to get his own. They could share.
