Page 110 of Fractured Souls
He leans down, capturing my mouth. Fuck, he’s so soft and sweet. All mine. All the time. He relaxes on top of me. My hand soothes along his spine. “Let me turn onto my stomach. It’ll be easier, for us both.”
“Okay.”
Cam let’s me up to roll onto my stomach, and his palms squeeze my cheeks. “Who knew you had such a cute butt.” Before I can shoot back a mouthy reply, Cam’s body heat is back on me. I get onto my knees, my head down. “You alright?”
“I’m okay, Cam.” I feel him line himself up. “Slow.”
He pushes slightly and I feel him slip in. I gasp, my head drops. he takes shape inside me. Slowly he pushes in, each inch scorching me from the inside out. My nails bite into the sheets. “Shit.”
Cam stills. “Bad?”
I look back at him. “Fucking incredible.”
When he’s buried to the hilt he pauses, kissing slowly down my spine. “This is insane. You feel insane.” He kisses the side of my face, and I relax, adjusting to him. “You okay?”
“You’re so deep, Cam.” I groan, pushing back like I need him deeper. “It’s so good.” And I mean that. Even with the slight sting that’s slowly ebbing. Cam reaches between my thighs, stroking my half-hard cock back to life. “Move, please.” Cam starts to roll his hips, and each slide is it’s own special kind of euphoria. He feels amazing, the stretch so damn good.
“Holy shit, Bo.” He spreads me open. “We look hot together.” Cam groans low, his hips picking up speed. “Fuck. I’m definitely Bosexual.”
My laugh breaks apart into a moan as he presses deeper, “Fuck me Cam.”
Cam picks up speed, his hips rolling, punching harder into me. It feels too good. “Can we switch it up? Or are we strictly locked in doggy this time?”
“What?” Only Cam, I swear to god.
“I mean, are you okay with this or can we move? I don’t . . . I mean if you want.” The nerves are practically rolling off him.
Okay, this isn’t working.
I slip off him and turn to sit facing him. “Hey.” I pull his face to me, kissing him hard. “Relax. Nothing is changing between us. This is incredible, but it’s not different. It’s us, plus sex. We both like sex, yes?” Cam nods. “And we both love each other?” Cam looks me in the eyes, nodding. “This is the only thing I don’t know about you. Take a breath.” Cam does as I ask. “Stop overthinking and show me howyoulike to fuck.” I grip his jaw, holding his eyes on me.
Something shifts and morphs over his features, over him. Cam grabs me to him, lifting me up. He gets off the bed, my body held tight in his arms, and presses my back against the wall. Something dark and delicious rolls off him in waves.
“I’m so sorry.”
“What? Why?”
“Not for you. That was for everyone in this house right now.” Without another word, with my arms wrapped around his neck he loops his arms under my knees, spreading me wide for him, then he lowers me onto his cock. My nails bite into his skin. “Too much?”
I shake my head. “Fuck me.”
This time he doesn’t hold back. He fucks me. Really fucks me. My nails dig into his shoulder, his back, his scalp. I hold on, moaning obscenely as he gives me everything I’ve been craving. In this position I’m helpless to do anything but take him. “Yes, Cam!”
“So fucking good. Fuck.” He kisses me hard. Our frantic tongues battle for dominance and damn, he is winning. He owns me. “So good.” He groans against my mouth. “God damn, Bo, I’m so close. I’m usually better—”
I cry out as he shifts me in his grip, spreading me wider. “There!” My body hums with my climax. I can’t touch myself, but I don’t think I need to. Not with the angle he has me in and the friction between our bodies. My fingers dive into his curls, pulling hard. “Cam, fuck me.”
He looks down, speeding up with lethal purpose. “Holy shit. Fuck. Bo. Kiss me.”
I kiss him harder, and my body twists with the need to come. Cam’s thrusts grow sloppy. “Holy shit, Cam. I’m coming.” My climax crashes over me, wave after wave. Cam looks between our bodies, my warmth on his belly.
“Holy shit.” His hips punch forward, stuttering as warmth coats me from the inside. I’m shaking. I’ve never felt anything so intense in my life. His hips are still thrusting lazily inside me. His head falls forward, pressing his forehead to mine. I cling to his body, burying my face in his slick chest. “Holy shit,” he whispers.
I dare to open my eyes a little then look up. Cam’s eyes are glazed and there’s a lazy grin on his face.
“That was—”
“Yeah,” I agree.
