Page 14 of A Sinful Trap

“I don’t want you to think.” Cam removed his fingers and knelt between Davide’s legs so he could guide himself to heaven. “Let’s see if this feels different, too.”

Davide reached for him then, nails digging sharply into Cam’s back with his first stroke. No more teasing. No more waiting. “Do you feel it?”

“Yes. Cameron. Il mio liu. I feel you everywhere.”

Cam’s eyes closed on a muted shout, the fit of Davide’s ass more perfect than it had ever been.

“Don’t hold back,” Davide begged, almost snarling. “You’ve teased me too much. I need it rough.”

Cam tried to ignore his words and give Davide what he knew he needed before he lost control. Because he loved him. Love him so much. There’d never been anyone or anything else that came close.

Bailey.

As if he’d summoned her, Cam saw a vision of Bailey kneeling beside the couch. His hips slammed forward in reaction, hard enough to make Davide cry out in pleasure.

“Yes. Like that. More.”

She had to be an illusion, a fantasy, one so detailed he could almost reach out and touch her. She was still wearing her t-shirt and boxers. Her hair was still mussed, hazel eyes wide as she stared unblinking at the spot where he and Davide were joined.

Is this what you wanted to see?he couldn’t help but ask.

She nodded, licking her lips. Satisfaction burned inside him. She more than liked it. Good girl. You want to watch me fuck his ass? Touch yourself for me and I’ll make him scream for us.

He wasn’t sure where it was coming from, but his imaginary voyeur loved his words. Her hand disappeared into her shorts without hesitation. The real Bailey would never submit for him this easily, but she wasn’t here. The sight of this one on her knees and rubbing her clit at his command made him feel like a damn king. Made him want to fuck Davide right through the couch she’d picked out for them.

“Let’s play. What if she was watching us, like you said?” he found himself saying out loud, his voice thick with lust as his hips rocked in a rough, hungry rhythm. “Right now, on her knees, touching herself as we showed her how we fuck?”

“Yes.” Davide bucked against him, begging for more. “Harder, Cameron. Fuck me harder. Make her watch.”

You heard him, Bailey. Push down those shorts so I can see you fuck yourself with your fingers.

She complied immediately, eager and willing. He saw the blonde tuft of hair and the wetness on her thighs and growled. Watch.

Cam redoubled his efforts on the man beneath him. He kissed him, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. “She wants me to make you scream, Davide.”

“Please.” His eyes were golden and dilated. “But I need you deeper. Need more.”

Cam pulled out and flipped him over, thrusting back inside before wrapping both his arms around Davide’s chest from behind.

“Fuck, Cam,” Davide groaned when he seated himself fully inside him. “That. Don’t stop, Cam. Never stop.”

Cam scraped his shoulder with his teeth. “You’re mine, aren’t you? Every inch of you belongs to me.”

“Yes.”

“Feel me claim what’s mine.”

His hips snapped forward, the smack of flesh loud in the silent room, and then there were no more words. Just fucking and needy growls. His balls tightened as he drove into Davide again and again. Closer. Deeper. More.

Davide’s cries made him wild. He wouldn’t allow anything to come between them. To stop him from feeling this.

I need to come, Boot Boy.

His imaginary Bailey was still touching herself beside them. As close to climax as they were. As desperate. He needed to please her, too.

“Make me come,” Davide moaned, unknowingly echoing her demand.

He dropped one hand to Davide’s cock and stroked with a firm grip, gasping as the heat of his own release started burning up his spine. “Come, Davide.”

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