Page 67 of Fractured Souls
“Let me try, please.” I drink him in, sitting on this bench, then I get up, using his thighs as leverage because my legs are weak right now. I move around the bench and let him spin around on it so his back is against the piano.
“Go ahead.”
I think I almost see insecurity in his eyes, but he dips his thumbs into his sweats, lifting to pull them down.
My god.I drink him in, every hard inch of him pointing up against the dewy skin of his belly. “Shit.” My mouth waters at the miles of brown skin for me to trace with my tongue. I want to put my mouth on every inch of him, but I focus on giving his dick attention. We have a whole weekend, right? I have time. Right now I need him in my mouth.
“Holy shit, you’re really going to suck my dick,” he whispers. I can’t help laughing, then I lift my eyes to his, which are wide with shock.
“I would like that a lot, actually.”
“If you want to.”
If it were possible, I’d do it morning, noon, and night. I’m desperate for it. “I really do.” His hips roll impatiently. “Stroke itfor me.” Listening to me, he grabs his cock, giving himself a long stroke and pulling back his foreskin as his hand slides down to his base. I notice the soft squeeze he gives it.
A pearl of precum beads at his tip and I lean in to catch it, moaning at his taste. “Fuck you’re beautiful.” Another lick, and a kiss before he strokes back up, concealing his head. I suck it into my mouth, swiping my tongue along his hood. “Holy shit, Bo.”
“You’re so hard, Cam.” Weeping. Straining in his fist.
“I’m uncut.”
Brows pinched, I pull my lips away from his dick. “What?”
“Some women I've been with don’t like it. It’s fine, but you look . . . you look . . .”
“Hungry?” I watch his throat work with a swallow before he nods. “Because I am.” Then I show him, stretching my lips around the girth of him and sucking him down so slow I see his toes curl against the floor. He squeezes his pec then pinches his right nipple, the brown bud beading between his fingers.
“Holy shit.” He leans back against my piano, hitting the keys with a loud thrum as the hammer strikes the strings. “Sorry. Shit, sorry.” I suck him, ignoring his apologies, so lost here on my knees between his legs. I want to savor this, but I can’t. My mind has one thought, and that’s to feel him bust in my mouth. I want it. I got a sample, and now I want everything. I suck him hard, listening to the way he whines and moans, feeling the way his muscles chord and move. He literally can’t sit still—his muscles twitching, hands touching, cock pulsing.
I pull off him with a pop before slapping the head on my tongue. “Your dick is gorgeous.” Thick and long with a prostate-stroking curve that makes me want to say fuck the blow job and fuck me instead. “I want you to come in my mouth.” Cam’s glassy eyes fix on me as he nods.
I dive back down on him, loving the way he sounds, the way he smells, the sinful way he tastes. I feel him thicken in my mouth,moans and nonsense spilling from his lips. He likes it when I play with the sensitive skin under his hood. He likes the way I lick a fat stripe from base to tip. He likes a little bit of play with a light scrape of my teeth. A dangerous game that makes him shiver from head to toe. “Bo, I’m so close. So fucking close. Cup my balls. Squeeze a little.”
I do as I’m told and fuck yeah, that’s the magic. His heavy balls pulse in my hand as I tug gently, sucking him harder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes. Holy shit, yes. I’m . . . oh my god, Bo I’m . . .” He unravels, coming with a cry, his thighs quaking as I drink every drop.
When he’s drained dry, he collapses back with a loud bang of my keys. “Sorry.” His chest heaves rapidly. “Holy shit.” I rise slowly, using him for leverage, my legs still feeling the effects of my own orgasm. I sit in his lap and smile when his arms wrap around me as he kisses the side of my head. “Holy shit.”
“Good?”
“Fucking incredible.” He rests his head against mine. “I’m . . . wow, so tingly.” I burst out laughing. “My legs, oh my god. I’ve never. Wow.”
Never what, Cam? I don’t ask it, though. I don’t want to know. There’s no room for past bullshit this weekend. “I need to change this shirt. It’s covered in drool and cum.”
Cam nods, scooping me up in his arms. “I don’t trust you to stand on your own.” He smirks.
“Asshole.”
Cam’s gaze heats on me before he plants a fat kiss between my eyes.
“I think we’re about to have the best weekend ever, Bobo Miguel Zhao.”
I laugh, nodding. I have to agree. And whatever comes after will be future Bo’s problem. I am going to make the most of this. “We will have a great weekend, Camden Oliver Almeida.”
We will.
Even if it kills me after.
Chapter 18
