Page 40 of Perfect Matcha
“This is hard,” Theo said, his voice strained because he was pretty actively fucking the dildo.
“What is?”
“Pretending you’re a stranger. You’re right in front of me, and I’ve known you my whole life.”
“Close your eyes.”
He shook his head. “Not going to work. Need more.”
“Okay. Hold on. Stop moving.”
That was harder than it sounded. Theo rested with the steel dick inside him. He moaned, craving the push and pull of movement.
“It’s okay, hon. One second.” Camden scrambled out of bed and dug around the top drawer of his dresser, returning with a satin blindfold. He held it up. “Yes or no?”
“Yes.”
Camden circled behind him again, and Theo had no idea why that was so hot, but it was.
Gently, Camden removed Theo’s glasses. “I’ll keep these safe.” Theo nodded.
With a quickness that belied a lot of practice, Camden had the blindfold over Theo’s eyes and tied around the back of his head.
“Yes or no?” Camden asked again.
“God yes.”
Theo didn’t know if it was the blindfold or the fact that Camden was behind him, but it was easier to pretend he wasn’t in his friend’s bedroom.
He expected to feel Camden move from behind him and return to the bed, but after several long, breathless seconds, Camden stepped closer and put his mouth to Theo’s ear.
That alone was enough to make Theo’s cock jerk and his balls ache, but then Camden spoke. “Gonna paint you a picture. You’re at a seedy club. A place you should never have gone on your own. Two strangers snag your attention and pull you into a back room. They’re big and rough and exciting. It’s hot back there, and you’re sweating.” He licked along the side of Theo’s neck and hummed. “Are you gonna give them what they want?”
Theo started to melt down. His skin tingled from the lick, tingled all over, in waves down his spine and over his shoulders.
“Yes.”
“That’s a good little slut.”
Hands gripped Theo’s hips from behind and moved him, tentatively at first, then hard, helping him peg all the best places inside him, again and again. Theo tipped his head back, and it connected with a firm, sweaty chest. It was glorious. Hot and messy. Lips crashed into his from over his shoulder, and a tongue raided his mouth.
Oh god, Theo wanted so much. Without being able to see and with a fantasy whispered directly in his ear, he could imagine the club. Low red lights. The scent of sweat and alcohol. Sticky floors. Music pounding to the beat of the blood rushing in his ears. He wanted the fantasy. The threesome fantasy. The strangers fantasy.
He grabbed the arm wrapped around his chest and pulled until the stranger, the most precious stranger in the world, had climbed onto the furniture in front of him. It creaked as it took the stranger’s weight. Still blindfolded, Theo fumbled until he found the man’s underwear, and callused fingers helped get the offending fabric down. Then Theo planted his hands on something soft, like a bed or a club booth. The change in angle made him cry out, and stars sparked behind his eyelids as solid pressure bumped his prostate.
He used his hands to search for the stranger’s hot, hot cock. When he found it, he grabbed on and said, “Yes?”
A gruff voice responded, “Yes, fuck yes.”
Theo’s lips connected with the tip of the cock. He let his tongue dip around the foreskin.
“Oh God.” Rough hands threaded into his hair and held him steady. “Can I move? Can I fuck your mouth?”
Theo was typically cautious about allowing someone free rein. He didn’t trust easily. Didn’t like allowing people that access. It was a vulnerable position. But all reason, all fear fled his brain, leaving nothing behind but a pleasurable fuzzy haze.
He gasped, “Yes,” then braced himself against the stranger’s thighs. He didn’t need to worry. The cock slid into his mouth sweetly, just deep enough to make his heart thunder but not deep enough to choke him. A short thrust here, a long drag there. It was like he was being gifted the dick in his mouth.
He couldn’t help but grab his own, to feel it in his hand, rigid and ready. Wet with pre-come. He trembled, on the edge so fast it hurt.
The dick left his mouth. He whined and chased it.
“Shh. Hey, it’s okay.” Trembling fingers shifted through Theo’s hair. “Want to be able to see you come.”
Theo sat up again, and his hand flew over his cock. His body was on overload. He pumped his hips, riding the cock inside him, and he only had a few seconds to be terrified about how hard he was about to come. Then it was there, and he practically screamed as he let go, a whipcord of sensation pulsing through him.
He fell forward on a whine, the abnormally hard cock leaving his body. He could hear breathing in front of him, several feet away. With the blindfold on, he crawled forward until he reached an ankle, then a knee and a strong thigh.
He straddled Camden’s lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.
