Page 54 of Fractured Souls
“I'm not sure, but I know what I want my prize to be.” My brain tries to make sense of those words, realizing he means the game. His prize for winning game night. “I want to watch you come.”
“Cam—”
“Go ahead, Bo. Use me.” Bad idea, but this toy is drilling all the common sense out of me through my ass.
“Kiss me.” He doesn’t hesitate, leaning down and kissing me hard. I reach out, realizing now he’s shirtless as my hands run down his chest before stopping at the band of his gym shorts.
I slip them inside, lacing my fingers around his cock. Holy shit. “Cam, fuck.” The pressure is perfect . . . the way the toy fucks me. This thrusting setting is the perfect amount of tug and pull I need. I jerk him off slowly, mapping the silky smooth skin of his cock. My thumb swipes his crown feeling precum.
“What’s this thing do?” My eyes flutter open. “What’s this button for?” He smirks.
“Cam,unghhh.” I grip him hard—maybe too hard from the hiss that leaves his lips. My nails bite into his arm. My cock is making a mess across my belly. My hips roll, chasing the pleasure crawling up my spine.
“That’s it, Bo. Keep going. Be good for me, Bo.” Oh fuck. I want to be the best for him.
“Don’t stop, Cam.” I’m not sure what I’m asking him to do, but Cam improvises, pulling back. My hand slips out of his pants as he moves down my body. With his thumbs, he hooks the band of the pink thong, sliding it down my legs. His eyes dilate on me.Then he shocks the hell out of me by dropping down between my legs. “I may be bad at this.”
“What—oh fuck, Cam!” He takes me in his mouth. He’s right, he’s really fucking bad at this. How is it also like the best thing in the world? He sloppily sucks me down. Zero finesse, zero skill. Still, just the warmth of his mouth is enough. Just the look of him between my legs is enough.
I’m not going to last.
I’m going to come, and just when I got his gorgeous mouth on me. “Cam—” My fingers dig into his scalp. “Move. I’m going to come.” I squirm in his grip, and he lets me fall from his lips, jerking me without pause. His other hand takes the opportunity to grab the toy and fuck me with it.
My orgasm is blinding, my vision just a mess of darkness and stars. I come hard—all over his hand, across his chest, his neck. Fuck. Those molten amber eyes stay on me, then on my dick as he jerks and milks me of everything.
“Holy shit,” he whispers.
“Come here.” I feel drunk. I do not feel like myself at all. I better not be dreaming.
He blinks out of his daze, getting up to crawl over my body. His lips go to connect with mine, but I bypass his mouth, licking a strip up his neck and tasting myself on his skin. His bright golden eyes hood drinking in my body.
My tongue maps a path across his chest. My palms smoothing over his skin.
“Bo—” He connects our lips again, moaning into my mouth as I grab his cock and start to jerk him faster with purpose. He’s big. I need to know how he tastes. “Fuck, that’s good.”
“Shut the toy off.” It’s becoming too much. Cam fumbles for the remote, shutting it off, and I sag with relief, pumping him faster.
Camden groans. “Make me come, Bowen.”
Cam’s head drops, and his eyes flutter shut as he ruts into my hand.
“Good?”
With his eyes closed, he nods rapidly. “So good. Fuck, Bobo.”
With a twist of my wrist, I pump him, and I’m unable to look away. Then his eyes flutter open, glassy and bright. Lust-drunk and desperate for release. “That’s it. Fuck that’s it, Bo. Holy shit.” I reach inside his pants with my free hand, cupping his balls, and Cam swears.
Little breathy moans puff from his lips. He starts to tremble. I feel his stomach tighten. “Holy fuck.”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck, Bo, I’m . . . yes, I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming.” He crumbles, sagging against me as I milk every drop from him. I’ve just come but I can feel myself half hard already. Cam jerks a bit before slowly moving off me, and I watch the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He gets off the bed, turning to the dresser. To my shock, he takes off his messy underwear, and with his back to me I get a brief view of his muscular ass before he slips on a new pair.
He walks out of the room, and I panic for a moment before I hear the water run. He returns with a washcloth, coming over to carefully wipe me down, then lets me clean my hands. Luckily I didn’t get this outfit too messy. He holds out his hand. “The toy, Bo.”
“Uh . . .” Cam holds his hand out and I hand it over. I’m not sure what’s happening right now. Cam comes back and slips into bed with me.
“So, what did you do today?” He smiles, resting his head on my shoulder, and I laugh. I can’t help it. My brain is still trying to catch up with what just happened. If it was even real. That happened, right?
