My climax seemed to last forever. Cameron had gotten me so fucking worked up. When I was finally done, I sat back on my heels and grinned. We were both a sticky, sweaty mess, and I loved it.
“You look fucking gorgeous wearing my cum like that,” I said.
Cameron glared at me, but then he began to laugh. I couldn’t explain what was funny, and I doubted he knew either. Yet I ended up lying on the floor beside him, both of us laughing so hard it hurt.
“I can’t believe I’m here with you like this,” he said when he could speak again. “You know I thought you were straight, right?”
That made me laugh even harder. “Never. Not a day in my fucking life.”
“So when you wanted to use me back in high school, did you want me like this?”
“Like this? No. I was way too immature to even imagine something this good, but if I’d thought I could get away with it, if I’d thought no one would know, I would’ve fucked you until you couldn’t take anymore.”
He held my gaze, his eyes dark with lust. “I would’ve let you.”
13
Cameron
Angelo’s shock almost made my spontaneous confession worth it.
He rose to his knees and tucked his cock back into his pants. I wondered if he was going to leave. Neither of us had even gotten fully undressed. I’d meant to ask if he wanted to shower, but after giving away my secret, I couldn’t make my voice work.
He startled the hell out of me by scooping me into his arms bridal style and rising to his feet as easily as if I weighed nothing. He found my bedroom without needing any direction since it was the only other room in the small apartment besides the tiny bathroom.
He balanced me in one arm, pulled off my shoes, and pushed off my pants and boxers, letting them fall to the floor. Then he set me back on my feet but kept his hands on my waist as if worried I wouldn’t be able to hold myself up.
“Take your shirt off,” he ordered.
At first, I wasn’t sure I could make my arms work. They ached from being pulled behind my back. I flexed my wrists for a moment, and Angelo’s expression turned to concern.
“Did I hurt you?”
His question started another round of inappropriate laughter. What the fuck was wrong with me? Maybe he’d broken me after all.
This time Angelo didn’t join in. “Cam, I’m serious.”
“My fucking ass is on fire.”
He did smile at that. “I mean your wrists. Have you got feeling in all your fingers? Are your wrists sore?”
“I’m fine, just a bit stiff and tingly.”
“Next time, if you start to lose feeling, tell me.”
Next time? Did he intend to hold me down like that every time he fucked me? “You could just not pin me down.
“That’s not an option.”
If I were honest, I didn’t really want it to be. “I didn’t realize it in the moment, but would you really have stopped if I’d said something?”
“Yes.” Angelo looked deadly serious. “I’ll take better care of you next time.”
“Angelo, you—”
“I protect what’s mine. I promised I wouldn’t damage you, and I was fucking serious about that.”
I could tell that he was, and it made my pulse speed up again and butterflies dance in my stomach. It was bad enough that I got off on this raw need between us. I did not need to start craving a protector. I could take care of myself.
“Arms up.” I did as he said, and he pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor next to my pants.
He looked me over carefully. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Could he possibly mean that? “I don’t think I—”
“Don’t contradict me.”
For once, I let the subject drop.
“Lie down on the bed on your stomach. I’ll be right back.”
“Angelo, I’m not…” So much for compliance.
“Lie down. I’m going to take care of you. We both need time to recover.”
I wasn’t sure what his caretaking would entail, but at least he wasn’t planning more sexual torture right then. I was exhausted, physically and emotionally.
I’d almost drifted off to sleep when I felt the mattress dip as Angelo sat down beside me.
He brushed my hair back from my face, running his hand through it gently. My eyes fluttered closed again. “That’s good. Just relax.”
I tried, but it wasn’t easy when I didn’t know what he was going to do next. What did he expect from me now? Sexual need I understood, but I didn’t know how to handle Angelo being nice to me now anymore than I had in high school.
I gasped as he began to rub something cool on my ass.
“Mmm. Your skin still feels so hot. I love it.”
Of course he did. “That feels good.”
“It’s aloe. It’ll cool you down and help you heal faster.