The Single Dad (Red's Tavern 4) - Page 19

Cam was also bolder than I’d ever expected him to be. This was an entirely different man than I’d expected when looking at the buttoned-up, sweet-eyed thing in the bar, staring down at a damned crossword puzzle. I’d assumed he might be a little uptight, honestly, or maybe even prudish or scared. But nothing about him was uptight now. It was the middle of the night, and he was free for the first time in decades, taking it out on my cock in the best fucking way possible.

He didn’t even seem a little bit shy. And it was making me hard as a rock.

I spread my legs a little wider, giving him more room as he pushed me deeper into his mouth. He brought a palm to my balls, stroking them as he worked his lips around me, gripping the base of my cock for better control.

“Jesus, Cam, that feels very good,” I said.

He slowly slid off of me, looking up toward me again, his eyes half-lidded in a ludicrously sexy gaze. “I want you to come in my mouth,” he said.

“You sure about that?”

“Pretty damn sure.”

“You want cum in your mouth on your first time?”

He bit his bottom lip, reaching one hand down to palm his own cock. “Yes, Luke, I want your cum in my mouth,” he said. “Badly.”

Fuck. Another cock pulse. I was leaking precum now, so ready to come even though Cam seemed happy to go forever.

“Might be a lot,” I warned. “I haven’t come in a few days.”

“The more, the better.”

He was blowing me again in another moment, like it was some sort of challenge to him now, seeing how quickly he could get me to bust into his mouth. He was reminding me of myself when I was younger. All of the times I gave blow jobs to guys who couldn’t admit they were gay, surreptitious blow jobs in dark closets or bathrooms or God knows where. Overseas, guys did things they wouldn’t usually let themselves do.

But with Cam, it felt more like he was finally getting to be someone new. Someone different. And in a weird way, I was almost proud of him, which was a very unique feeling to get when a guy had my cock at the back of his throat.

I’d been stupid to try to deny him earlier. I could have been fucking him all night, his beautiful body mine to claim, even if only for tonight.

My ass and thighs were tensed up, holding back from coming and also wanting so, so badly to let go. He was humming around me now, and I could feel the gentle vibrations of his voice all through my cock. He pressed his tongue flat against the underside, lapping up and down against me in long, sure strokes.

“Fuck yes,” I uttered. My hands were on either side of his face now, holding him, guiding him up and down as he worked. “That’s it.”

He looked like he was in a trance, now, eyelids shut and in some state of bliss as he worked in a perfect, steady rhythm up and down on my cock. There was something so angelic about the way Cam looked, his perfect sandy hair, those goddamn freckles on display right between my legs.

An angel doing the most devilish things. My favorite. He made me fucking weak.

A rush moved through my body and my abs clenched tight. “Fuck. I’m close,” I said. “Really close.”

Cam just lapped harder in response. I was starting to unravel now, bit by bit, and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop. He glanced up at me, big blue eyes looking at me like some sort of dare.

Come for me. It was all that was written in his gaze.

I couldn’t look away.

“Fuck, Cam, I’m coming—”

He didn’t break my gaze as sensation pooled at the base of my cock, a wave cresting deep inside me. I felt his tongue lapping up and down in perfect strokes as I came in his mouth, over and over again.

I groaned, gripping the back of his head, losing all control. I gave into the sensation, the unexpected intensity of the orgasm, of the entire night.

“God,” I uttered, my body shaking as I came down to Earth again, loosening my grasp on him. He stayed at cock, swallowing around me like a fucking champ, keeping his warm mouth around me for a while.

By the time he pulled off, I was lying back on the mattress, floating somewhere above myself.

“Cam,” I said, my voice sounding breathless.

He hummed in response, still breathing deep.

“You’re amazing,” I said.

“That was very fun,” he said, scooting back up a little to lie next to me. He ran a hand along the side of my body, across my hawthorn tattoo.

“It was more than fun,” I said. “You are not what I expected, Cameron.”

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