“They sleep through anything, and we’ll be quiet,” he says with so much certainty, but how fucking bad would it be if they overheard us?

“Kingston, we can’t.”

His big hand slides under my shirt, his fingers moving over my abs, hardening my dick far faster than I’m proud of. “We can.”

I grin because I can feel his determination. I know he wants to make me feel good. I sigh and turn around to face him. He’s already shirtless, while I was trying to be respectful, being in his parent’s house and all, putting on a t-shirt with my sweats for bed.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he says quietly, his voice a sexy, raspy whisper. “But I locked the door.”

He has music playing. It’s not too loud, but he always has music playing when he sleeps. I lean into him, my mouth crashing against his because it’s worth the risk. Everything with him seems to be worth the risk.

He removes my shirt, and I push his sweats and briefs down before he kicks them off. Then my body is on his, my lips dragging down his neck and chest, savoring every bit of taste I can get from him.

When I reach his dick, dragging my tongue over his hardened length, he lets out a loud gasp, his breath quickening. “Cam.”

“I want to,” I say, slightly shaking as I grip his cock with one hand and look up at him. “Just . . . tell me if I do it wrong.”

“Not possible,” he says, giving me the confidence I need to take the head of his cock into my mouth, relishing the soft moan that leaves his throat.

“Shhh,” I say, licking around the head and then down his length, loving the taste of him like I knew I would. I take more of him into my mouth, stroking him slowly and keeping his cock from going in too deep.

I want to be good at this. I want to be the best he’s ever had, but the only experience I have is porn. Pretty sure that’s not totally realistic.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he says quietly, his hand brushing through my hair like he has to touch me too.

The thought spurs me on as I jack him with my hand and suck on his cock, using my tongue and humping the bed because, holy fuck, am I turned on. The sounds coming from him, his fingers in my hair, the taste of his precum all proving too much.

“Fuck, Camden, I’m close.” His fingers grip my hair. “Too close. I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”