Page 119 of Fractured Souls
I just need some attention right now, though, and my man needs a break. “Are you two almost done playing?”
“Almost.” He doesn’t look away. “Oh, you asshole. You’re not killing me off that fast.” He’s punching buttons, laser focused. Cam laughs at something Mark says. “Tell Hunter he needs to wait. This is the game of a lifetime and I’m about to win.”
Hunter, I’ll do you a solid.
Time to ask the age old question.
What would Noah do?
With the lube beside me I decide to take a little risk. How mad will Cam really be at me if I ruin his game? Cool air hits my thighs as I put my feet on the edge of our couch. He’s sitting in his computer chair in front of me. He can’t even see me sitting right next to him. His attention is all on that damn game.
I clear my throat.
Cam looks briefly to the side then goes back to the game. His eyes widen and dart back to me. “What are you doing?” he mouths.
Instead of answering him, I slide my hand slowly down my stomach, before reaching between my legs and tugging the large shirt up a bit more.
My hands smooth down to cup myself a little, lifting my balls and spreading my legs wider. My other hand reaches down to stroke my hole.
He shakes his head. He looks pissed.
I begin to stroke.
“No, yeah, no, it’s fine.” He looks at the TV and then back to me. He swivels the computer chair, half focused on his game and the rest of his attention on me.
Shallow thrusts of my fingers make me moan. I try to stay quiet; I don’t want Mark hearing us. “No, I’m fine. Best I’ve ever been.”
Precum pearls at my slit. I swipe it with my thumb and suck on it, watching him. He shakes his head, looking back at his game.This was just supposed to tease but it feels so good. “What the fuck?!” he mouths when I sink my fingers in to the third knuckle.
I need them deeper. I need him, but he hasn’t turned his damn game off. I bring my ass to the edge, my knees falling back wider. “You’re evil!” he hisses.
“I’m bored,” I whisper back, stroking myself faster.
“Mark, I uh, I have to—” He looks at the TV. “Five more minutes,” he whispers to me.
“If I don’t come before that,” I whisper back.
His lips purse, looking at where my fingers are stuffed in to the hilt. “Slowly. Do it slow.”
He glances at the TV again. Somehow he’s almost winning. I bite my lip, pumping two inside slowly. Stroking myself and twisting on the upstroke. His eyes dart back and forth between the screen and me.
I hear Mark yell through his headset. Cam curses. “Yeah yeah, I lost. Hey, I got to go, I’ll talk to you later.” He hangs up. “You’re in so much trouble!” Bracing his hand on the back of the couch, he leans over me, his lips inches from mine. “Take them out.”
His husky words leave no room for argument. Cam rubs my hole slowly with his middle and ring finger before slowly sliding them inside, wiggling them around and reaching for that spot. My toes curl at his attempts to find it. “So fucking open for me.” His gaze is locked on mine, his fingers stuffed all the way inside, and his thumb soothing along my perineum. Tiny whimpers escape my lips. “Such a troublemaker.”
He leans in, kissing me quickly, his cock straining, his head peeking out of the top of those boxers.
“Make me come.”
“Yeah . . . not a fucking chance.” He slips his fingers out and I nearly scream. “Get on the carpet, Bo.” Confused for a moment, I slip onto the gray plush carpet Cam insisted we get. “It ties the room together,” he’d said at the time.
Soft carpet under my knees, I wait for instructions, looking up at him. I have to admit, at first it was a little strange getting used to this side of him. I’ve known him so long, I know all the goofy, sweet, and caring sides of him.
This side, though.
The feral, unhinged, turned-on Cam.
Fuck me.
