Page 47 of The Easy Way
“You want to choke on it, Cam? You want to take my cock all the way down yourthroat?”
The moan Cam gave, the helpless pleading in his eyes as he wrapped his hands around Cort’s ass and pushed his nose into Cort’s pubes, were confirmation enough. Cort wouldn’t ask if Cam was sure, wouldn’t discourage him from having this exactly the way he wanted it, since it was exactly the way Cort wanted it,too.
With both hands, he grabbed Cam’s head, his fingers threading into the soft brown spikes of Cam’s hair, and held him still. Cam’s eyes burned up at him, full of love and trust Cort knew he hadn’t earned. If Cam could trust him again - would trust him inthis, at least, then Cort wouldn’t let him down. He rocked back, watching Cam’s cheeks hollow as he sucked, then thrust forward, into the scorching hot cavern of Cam’smouth.
Time seemed to spiral, and Cort found himself in a feedback loop of desire, the almost painfully good feeling of Cam’s mouth on his dick, and the answering pleasure he could see in Cam’s eyes. It was the best he’d ever had, better by far than any one-night hookup or backroom blow job, and it wasn’t because Cam had any particular skill - though, fuck, could the man use his mouth. It was because of the way Cam’s eyes were focused on him, wanting Cort to take him, wanting Cort to own him, wantingCorthimself.
And suddenly, this pleasure wasn’t enough. He needed Cam to be with him. Just like last week, he needed to offer Cam something more real than he’d ever offered anyonebefore.
He slid himself out of Cam’s mouth, a shudder wracking his body at the sight of Cam’s swollen, spit-slicklips.
“Stand up, baby,” hecommanded.
Cam got to his feet immediately, his chest heaving, Cort’s hands cradling his jaw. Cort leaned forward and kissed him, sliding his tongue along Cam’s and tasting himself on Cam’s tongue as though he’d embedded himself under Cam’s skin.Exactly as it shouldbe.
He unfastened Cam’s shorts and pushed them down, along with his underwear, only breaking the kiss for a moment as he stripped off their shirts, and then he held Cam against him, skin-to-skin. His hands roamed the light muscles of Cam’s abs and around to his strong back. He wasn’t as obviously built as Cort, but he hid undeniable strength beneath his clothes, and that strength inflamed Cort beyond belief. He gripped Cam’s hips and thrust against him, his cock sliding against Cam’s stomach. Both menmoaned.
His hands dipped further, skimming over Cam’s ass, dipping between his cheeks. Cam broke away from their kiss and shuddered out abreath.
“Please?”
“You want more, Cam? You wantme?”
Cam nodded, his eyes blazing, no trace of hesitation or shyness. “Yes,” he said. “Youare exactly what Ineed.”
Cort swallowed, his throat tight. Cam was all welcoming openness, giving of himself again and again with no hesitation. It was fuckinghumbling.And for the first time in a long while, Cort felt a pang of nerves, followed by a flash ofresolve.
His man deserved perfection, and perfection was what Cort would givehim.
Hisman.
His brain stuttered at the thought, but he put it aside to consider later. For now, he’d concentrate on showing Cam his faith in Cort wasjustified.
