Page 51 of Just a Bit Crushed
Cam raised his eyebrows, clearly noticing the effect his words had on him. “All right,” he said, his gaze intent. “If that’s how you want it.” Leaning forward, he dropped his weight fully on top of Scott, pressing their clasped hands by Scott’s head.
Scott whimpered, overwhelmed by how utterly helpless he was in this position: crushed under the weight of the other man while his hard cock drilled relentlessly into him, using Scott like a toy for his pleasure.
“Is this what gets you off?” Cam ground out by his ear. “Someone using you? Not giving a shit about your pleasure, just taking what they want?”
Scott moaned, unable to think clearly anymore. He wasn’t even sure if he liked the relentless hammering his asshole was receiving, but he’d never been harder in his life, his head empty of all thought.His nipples ached from Cam’s hairy chest brushing against them, his cock throbbing with need.
“Look at you, just lying there passively, like a wet hole.” Cam thrust into him. And then again. “And you love it.Don’tyou?”
“Yeah,” Scott gasped out. “Please.”
“Please what, doll?”
Arousal zipped through him. “Don’t stop.”
Cam didn’t stop, his thick cock pistoning into him with obscene, wet sounds. It was too fucking much, the weight of him, the pressure, but Scott couldn’t get enough. He’d never felt more helpless—or more turned on—in his life. He arched his tits and Cam latched onto a nipple and sucked, making Scott whine from overstimulation.
He imagined being a real sex doll—something Cam had chosen in a sex shop and then brought home to fuck. He imagined Cam groping him, groping his tits and ass while he couldn’t move at all, just lying there helplessly as Cam fucked his mouth and then fucked his asshole, using him like the wet hole he was—just a toy bought for his pleasure—a fleshlight for Cam’s cock—
Scott came with a ragged moan, his dick completely untouched.
“Fuck,” Cam ground out, his hips starting to thrust harder and faster, the headboard slamming into the wall with the force of his thrusts. “Scotty.” He groaned against Scott’s cheek and came, his hips still moving weakly as if he couldn’t quite stop.
Scott shivered and turned his head, seeking Cam’s lips like a blind kitten seeking affection, guided more by instinct than thought. His breath caught when he finally found them, a soft, relieved sound slipping out, the simple contact steadying something fragile inside him.
Cam indulged him without hesitation, meeting him halfway and then giving more, slow and patient. The kiss deepened. Cam’s hand came up to cradle the back of his neck, his thumb brushing gently along his skin, grounding him. He kissed Scott again and again, soft presses that grew warmer, more reassuring than urgent, until Scott’s restless tension began to loosenand the floaty, needy feeling slowly ebbed away, replaced by a calm, steady warmth that settled deep in his chest.
When Scott opened his eyes, he found Cam watching him already from a few inches away.
“Okay?” Cam said, his expression searching.
Scott blinked, feeling like he’d just woken up from a bizarre dream.
Washe okay? He felt very far from okay. He felt like—like he’d just lost his virginity, which was beyond ridiculous. He had to literally bite his tongue to stop himself from asking how good it had been for Cam. Ridiculous. He’d never suffered from insecurity when it came to sex.
“Yeah,” he said, shifting a little to the left so their foreheads pressed together. His fingers tangled in Cam’s hair. He hookedhis leg over Cam’s and breathed in, wanting to swallow the air Cam was exhaling. “Can we… we’re doing it again, right?”
“Do you want to?”
Scott tugged at Cam’s hair playfully. “I asked you first, mister.”
Cam chuckled, his hand coming up to poke at the spot on Scott’s cheek where he knew his dimple was. “I asked you second,” Cam said, lifting his gaze back to Scott’s eyes. He looked at him steadily. “You got off on being used.”
With any other man, Scott would have turned it into a joke or deflected. But Cam had this bizarre effect on him: he made him feel like Scott could tell him anything.
“Yeah,” Scott said, scrunching his nose. “Don’t laugh at me.”
“Why would I laugh at you? I don’t kink shame.”
Scott snorted and buried his face in Cam’s shoulder. “Oh, shut up,” he muttered without heat. “I know you’re laughing at me.”
“I bought you a bra and made you wear it for me,” Cam said dryly. “I’m hardly in a position to judge.”
Scott laughed. “Fair enough.”
Cam’s hand started stroking along his spine, and Scott nearly purred from how good it felt. He squirmed even closer to Cam and sighed happily when Cam wrapped both of his arms around him.
“How was it foryou?” Scott muttered into Cam’s neck. “I’m not the straight guy who’s had sex with a man for the first time.”
