“Yes. Me too. God, I want to feel your cum all over me.”

“Jesus,” I groan as I thrust into his hand. “I want that too.”

It’s not long before I’m crying out into his mouth and coating his stomach with my release, lying on our sides, our legs tangling together. Moments later, he does the same, his cum shooting over my cock and lower abs.

We lie there, kissing and rutting our softening cocks into each other’s hands until Camden starts laughing, and I pull back to look at him. “What?”

“I just came all over you.” He laughs again, but it’s quiet and a little unsure.

I grin, unable to stop the laugh that leaves my throat. “Well, yeah. That was kind of the goal.”

He shakes his head. “It’s so fucking surreal,” he says with another laugh and kisses me softly, the laughter dying.

I grip his jaw with my hand and kiss him back, smiling against his mouth. “Yeah. It is. But it was good, right?”

I know he came, and so did I. But I can’t stave off the insecurity that comes bubbling up in that moment. It’s his turn to grip my cheek in his big hand. He kisses the tip of my nose and nods. “It was fucking great. You’re amazing. Thank you.”

He kisses me again before I can say anything else, and I lean into the kiss.

See? This totally works.

22. Camden

TWENTY-TWO

CAMDEN

I can’t get enough of Kingston. I know I need to be careful. This is fire we’re playing with, but I can’t stop touching him. I can’t stop feasting on his lips, even though we need to get to school.

He’s like a drug. I’ve never had issues with any sort of addiction in my life. Alcohol—I can take it or leave it. Weed—it’s fine occasionally. Food—is just sustenance, but Kingston Wells . . . Yeah, I’m addicted.

“I have to get Lucy to school,” I say as Kingston’s hand crawls up under my hoodie and t-shirt.

“We have a few minutes.” He kisses me, lying on my bed, his other hand on my cheek. He stayed here last night. Not unusual, but the mutual hand jobs are new.

“We really, really don’t,” I say breathlessly, rubbing his hard cock through his jeans and nibbling on his throat.

His mouth finds mine again, kissing me deeply as he shoves his hands down the back of my jeans, his hand gripping my ass and pulling me into him. “We so do.”

I want to give in, and I’m going to until there’s a loud bang on my door, followed by multiple others and a whining, “Caaamden.”