Page 78 of Off the Edge

Cam’s fingers stroked my jawline, and I opened my eyes to find him closer. “Just so you know, I don’t scare easily.”

“I am aware.”

It was one of the many things I admired about him. He was telling me my father couldn’t frighten him off, and as much as I appreciated it, I also knew my father didn’t have to frighten him, he just had to go over Cam’s head.

I scooped him around the waist and pulled him close, put my mouth on his to stop the talking. Too much talking. Talking wouldn’t change anything right now. Now was about the feel of his body moving against me, how his leg came around mine, pinning me close, how our hips fit so precisely together.

When we’d dirty danced all those months ago, and the video had gone viral, it had been real. Everyone had seen it. I’d denied it over and over. So had Cam. But it had been obvious to anyone with eyes. Our bodies had known, back then. It had just taken this long for my heart and head to catch up.

I was rapidly getting hard again, and hitched his thigh up, over my hip, needing him closer, needing his warmth wrapped around me. He responded so willingly, back arching under my hand, his mouth taking and teasing mine. Then his hand came up, and his fingers caught my hair, making his hunger clear. Although the firm press of his dick on my hip had made that quite clear too. We were still messy from before, but I really didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything. Just him, in my arms, the taste of him, the way he moaned and breathed fast, how his whole body called to mine.

I rolled him onto his back, then grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his ass. His half-lidded eyes suggested he knew what was coming. He jerked his chin, giving me permission, then a wild smile bloomed across his face and lit up his eyes. I couldn’t resist. Wouldn’t ever be able to resist him.

I scooped up the conditioner, still open from earlier, slickened myself, got my arms around his bent knees, and hitched him up. Then, with one hand guiding me, I worked him open and pushed in, slow at first. He was tight. He shivered, and tipped his head back.

Cam’s body was spread beneath me, splashed with ink, his skin a story I’d only just begun to explore. Half in, I waited, watching him breathe, and kissed his knee over my shoulder.

He shuddered and moaned, “More, baby. I can take it.”

I shifted on my knees a little, wrapped my arms around his thighs, and eased my hips forward, sinking deeper, widening him. His lean muscles moved, abs rolling like the ripples on an ocean’s surface. His cock lay firm and flushed against his lower belly, demanding to be touched. I’d get to it.

I worked myself deep, then eased out, watching his chest rise and fall, and his body respond to every inch of movement. He was beautiful in everything. Beautiful in dance, beautiful in snowfall, beautiful when he’d rescued me from myself, when we’d shopped in Sapporo, danced in Saga’s studio, when he’d asked me if I could dance, when he was furious with me, when he laughed, even when he cried. And beautiful like this, spread beneath me for the taking.

I rocked slowly, and the tightness eased, buried by the exquisite bliss of being inside him.

His cock leaked, leaving strings from the head to just below his belly button. I unwrapped my arm from around his thigh, collected his dick in my fingers, gathered up his slickness, and stroked. He was mine, all of him. His blond hair was a sweaty mess, clinging to his face. His eyes blazed, despite being half closed. He bit into his bottom lip, letting it spring back as I watched.

His right hand went to his hair, scrunching it up. His left clutched at the sheets.

I still had hold of his thigh and continued to rock into him while my right hand stroked his dick.

We could move slower now, taking time to enjoy this. Not that I hadn’t enjoyed it before, but I’d been concentrating too hard on not coming too soon, and failed when his demands to fuck him had quickly tipped me over the edge. This was different. Smoother. Less of a paso doble, with its barely contained aggression, and more of a slow and sensual rumba, each movement held long enough to feel its progression to the next.

The pleasure built slowly too, starting low in my spine, gradually tightening as his breaths quickened.

When I sensed he was maybe getting too close, I freed his cock, clutched both thighs again, lifted him, shifted angle, and sank deeper. His back arched off the mattress, and his mouth fell open.

“Fuck, Ren . . . Right there, yeah, right there, baby.”

Damn, his rough talking undid me. And the dirtier it got, the more I chased the ecstasy.

“That’s it, fuck me deeper, baby.”

I dropped his thighs, spread his ass, and angled deeper, thrusting.

“Goddamn.”

Exquisite ecstasy strung me tight.

I couldn’t come, not yet.

I stopped, panting, and pulled out, trying to get my control back again.

When I looked up, Cam was smirking. “You okay there, Hasegawa?”

I would be, when I found my voice again.

“I got an idea . . .” He shuffled backward, then tossed the pillow away, and got up onto his knees. His mouth teased over mine, ragged breaths mingling. “Lie back for me.”