Page 54 of Made to Be

“Shit...” I grunted as I stumbled forward.

But gravity wasn’t in my favor. Even with Cam’s hand in mine, I plunged forward, face heading straight for the dirt.

Before I met an untimely collision with the ground, Cam’s grip held me upright as he lunged forward to catch me. But my relief was short lived when Cam’s leg seemed to give out from beneath him. In literal slow motion, I watched as his eyes widened and he pulled me into his embrace. His arms folded around my back as he turned so that when we fell, I landed on top of him. He grunted at the impact as the air whooshed out of his crushed lungs and fanned over my face.

“Satan,”I cursed. “Cam, you alright?”

“Yup,” he practically squeaked, wheezing like a whoopie cushion. “All good.”

My entire body was pressing down onto the hard muscles of him. His chest rose and fell beneath me, his stomach tensing against mine, thighs jerking wider to accommodate me. His heart was racing against mine from the surprise of the fall, and those strong arms were still wrapped around my waist holding me to him as if I was something precious. Something fragile. As if a fall of only a few feet would have caused serious damage. With my hands pinned between our chests, I could do nothing as I lay there on top of him, both of us catching our breath.

However, the current position did little to calm our pounding heartbeats and unsteady breathing. Ifanything, it exacerbated both. I hadn’t realized how close our faces were after we had fallen together, and I was now all too aware of the fact that his lips were only centimeters from mine. Such little distance separated those enticingly parted lips from me.

All I would have to do to have those lips on mine again would be to lean forward and...

“Victor...” Cam groaned.

It wasn’t pained, nor was it a plea for me to stop slowly inching our magnetized mouths closer together. His eyes were darkened with lust as they stared hungrily at my mouth.

Fuck it,I thought, throwing inhibitions to the wind.Make out now, escape the corn maze later.

It was only then that I noticed how bright the space surrounding us was. And how much more open now that we weren’t surrounded by rustling stalks of corn. The cold breeze drifted over us, bringing with it the fresh scent of dirt and grass.

“Wait...” I began, confusion making me look up to take in our new surroundings. “Where are we?”

***

“A... cemetery?” Cam asked in mild confusion.

I reluctantly crawled off of him and got to my feet. Reaching out a hand to help Cam up, he gripped it as I pulled him to his feet, grunting at his weight. He wobbled unsteadily before finding his balance.

“Is your foot okay?” I asked, concern sitting like a rock in my gut. I hadn’t failed to notice how it was Cam’s new –donated – leg that had given out during my rescue, and the worry was intense.

Cam offered me an unbothered smile, “It’s okay.”

“Does it hurt? Let me see.”

Without waiting for his response, I swiftly knelt before him and lifted the fabric of his left pant leg. I studied the dark pink line of healed skin just below his knee, but everything looked intact. There was no discoloration, and Cam didn’t seem to be in any pain when I gently prodded the skin around it. The hairs on his leg tickled my fingers where my palm was cupping the back of his calf, and I swiped a thumb over them, just to feel them softly brushing against me.

“Everything looks fi-” I started but my voice died in my throat when my eyes lifted and met his.

His gaze was heavy-lidded above a deep blush that was staining his cheeks, one that could have been mistaken from the cold. But I was certain that wasn’t its cause. He was gazing down at me kneeling before him with my hands resting on the backs of his legs. It was... quite the scandalous position.

My face was just inches from his groin, but I couldn’t seem to pull my gaze from his, held prisoner as I was. Body frozen to the spot, the cold seeped through my jeans, the damp grass wetting my knees. But I couldn’t spare a thought to worry about that whenmy brain was entirely focused on the way my heart trembled at how Cam was looking down at me like that.

Like he was barely restraining himself.

Like he was moments away from pouncing on me.

Do it! Please, gods above, pounce!my mind cried out.Pin me to the ground!

There was something about kneeling before him as he watched me, desperate need darkening his eyes. It was a primal thing, the want to be dominated by him, used by him. I could practically feel his hands tangling in my hair as I imagined how it would play out.

He would grip my curls so tightly that tears stung my eyes, but I wouldn’t mind the edging pain. My lips would part willingly, mouth open and waiting. Inviting. Enticing. I would watch in eager rapture as he slowly unbuttoned his pants to pull his hard length free where he would press its flushed, glistening tip against my lips. I could already feel the heat, taste the saltiness of his pre-cum... He would be gentle and sweet at first, I knew he would. Hesitant to hurt me or do something I didn’t like. But as I’d moan encouragingly for him with his cock filling my mouth, my throat, he would lose that careful grip on his restraint.

He would become unhinged. Desperate. Then I would be choking on his dick, swallowing him down greedily as he thrusted into me, fucking my mouth with abandon.

Just imagining it was making me dizzy with desire as my cock filled, going half-hard at the grade-A porno starring Cam and I playing out in my mind.