Page 60 of Made to Be

I could only watch, breath catching as his mouth hovered over the head of my dick. And when his tongue emerged to lap at the leaking tip, my hips twitched upward off the bed, accidentally jabbing him in the chin with its desperation.

“Sh... Shit, sorry,” I stuttered, covering my embarrassment with my shaking hands.

Cam chuckled, the sound practically vibrating into my balls. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

I whined, hands falling to clutch at the sheets beneath me, “Cam...”

“Shh baby,” he crooned. “I know.”

Oh shit, I needed to hear him call me that again. Every day. Forever. Had I been standing, that one mere word would have brought me directly to my knees.

Then my cock was being swallowed within warm, wet, smooth heat as Cam’s mouth sank over its length. I didn’t consider myself large, but I wasn’t small. He swallowed me in one fluid, sucking motion until his lips were pressing against my pubic mound and the head of my cock bumped the back of his throat. And when he swallowed around the head, throat constricting like a vice, my brain nearly short-circuited.

“Oh fuuuck,” I cursed on a shaky breath, overwhelming pleasure flooding my mind.

Then he began to move. His tongue was so big and thick as it wrapped around my dick between those sucking draws that the sensations were driving me wild. Every now and then his teeth would graze me, but the slight pain only heightened the pleasure. Through the haze, I could feel the hard ball of his tongue piercing dragging along the underside of my cock, making me shiver.

He hummed around me, sending vibrations tingling along the shaft and into my balls. When he deliberately slid up so that the metal piercing dragged along that sensitive V, I choked, nearly cumming far too soon.

After bringing me to the edge over and over, he pulled his mouth free and I heard him take a deep breath. One hand cupped my balls while the other shuffled around on the bed in search of something. When I heard the click of a bottle cap, I readied myself for the cold, slick wetness. The hand on me squeezed gently as his index finger pushed back and into my taint. I shuddered hard, exhaling a trembling moan. My entire body was quivering and coiled tight with need.

Cam gave me no warning before the tip of his lube-slick finger was grazing lightly against my hole. I felt it twitch and tighten in surprise as he rubbed small, teasing circles. Then his finger curled, pushing inward slightly.

He whispered, “Baby, relax for me.”

I did. Then he was pushing inside me to the knuckle, making me shiver with pleasure. I bore down as he carefully worked a second finger in alongside the first, and the sweet pressure built and built as he loosened me with such tender patience. It had been a long time since I’d had anything but my own fingers or a dildo up my ass andhisfingers were delightful. Long and thick and perfect.

He purred, “You’re so hot inside.”

My eyes fluttered when two became three and I sucked in a ragged breath as Cam’s wonderful fingers filled and stretched me, working me open in preparation. I didn’t know what to fully expect from him, didn’t know how far he was wanting to go. But the anticipation of not knowing sent my heart racing even faster than it already was, a rapid pace that left me dazed and lightheaded.

At some point he had crawled up my body once more to rasp in my ear, fingers still deep in my ass thrusting in and out. “Are you ready, Victor?”

When he licked the shell of my ear, a full body shiver wracked me and I nodded eagerly. My whines and groans were endless, filling the otherwise quiet of the room with my lust-soaked voice and the lewd squelching of Cam’s fingers working me open. When he pulled them free, I felt so empty. My body was desperate to be filled as my legs fell open wider. Cam was nestled between my spread thighs as I pantedbeneath him, but he leaned back and a cold rush of air replaced where he had been pressed against me.

My hands reached out automatically for him, searching for his body, his warmth.

“Cam, please,” I whispered as my hands clasped onto his thighs. I needed him, and I wasn’t above begging.

My palms squeezed his legs which were hard with corded muscle, filled with power and strength. The same could be said about his back and ass. Every part of him was strong and masculine. I loved it. My mouth watered as I pictured him pounding into me, pinning me to the mattress from behind and using those powerful muscles to relentlessly fuck into me hard and deep.

I heard him slicking up the dildo before notching its cool tip at my entrance. It wasn’t particularly large, but its girth still stretched me as much as Cam’s three fingers. He had clearly done a thorough job because no pain or sting accompanied the pleasure as he pushed the toy in and in, just the overwhelming pressure of being filled. Tight, tight, tight. Deep, deep,deep.

“Oh, shit!” I gasped out as the toy was fully seated within me. Sharp pleasure shot up my spine as I writhed and twisted beneath Cam. But his solid weight had me thoroughly pinned, so I couldn’t escape.

“I’m going to fuck you with this toy now,” Cam told me in that deep, sultry voice.

I whimpered, eyes fluttering shut.

And then he did just that.

Long minutes passed and I was left a trembling mess even worse than after he’d been fingering me. It was torture. It was bliss. It was too much yet not enough for every single time I was nearing my climax, Cam would pull the toy free leaving me empty and wanting, on the verge of exploding but still needing that final push. My cock was painfully hard where it bobbed against my stomach, leaking an insane amount of pre-cum all over me. My fingers itched to wrap around it and stroke, but I held back, not wanting this to be over.

Cam’s eyes darkened with hunger as he stared at the mess just before he leaned down to lap it up. At the same time, he shoved the dildo in to the base and my entire body jolted, hips rising off the bed, seeking more. A pathetic mewling whimper left me as my climax rapidly approached. Then Cam was pulling it free, placing a soft kiss to the leaking tip of my cock.

“Fuck,Cam,” I growled, needing more, but at the same time wanting to keep dragging out the pleasure. I had never been edged so hard in all my life.

The sound of a zipper being undone drew my attention, what little of it I had left remaining to spare. When I pried open my heavy eyes, I watched as Cam pulled out his own stiff cock and stroked it with a tight fist.