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“Nice?” he asks.

“Yes.”

I allow my trembling arms to collapse so I’m leaning on my elbows and forearms instead of my hands. I bow my head and groan as he fingers me slowly. The tip of his finger brushes over my prostate. He cups, squeezes, and rolls my balls with his other hand. I gasp. At this rate, I’ll spill my load before he gets his cock anywhere near me. I’ve already come once. He hasn’t orgasmed at all.

“Cameron!”

“Yes?”

“I—” I grip the sheets. “You’re going to make me?—”

He chuckles. “It has been a long time, hasn’t it?”

I whimper, nod, and then groan as he releases my balls and slips two fingers inside me. It’s glorious. My arse hugs his fingers. He moves them smoothly and expertly, teasing me, warming me up, getting me ready to receive his cock. I want him so badly. I can’t remember ever wanting someone this much. Shit, I’ve desired him for a long time. Far longer than I’ve ever admitted to myself. I was in denial every time I got lost in his smile or struck up a conversation simply to hear his voice. I’m not in denial any longer. I want Cameron. IneedCameron.

“Fuck me!” I cry.

He tuts. “So impatient.”

“I need you, Cameron. Please.”

“You need to be patient.” He slips a third finger inside me on a satisfying squelch of lube. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” His voice is low and husky. “I’m going to take my sweet time.”

I tremble. Half of me wants him to take all the time in the world so I can enjoy him for as long as possible. The other half wants him to fuck me hard and fast. Right fucking now. That half craves the high of release, the buzz of having a man come inside me. That half needs him to take control and fuck me without restraint. But I’ll be patient. I’m giving myself to him. Surrendering to his whims.

He slips his fingers out of me and kisses the small of my back, right over my spine. “Now you’re ready.” He slides his cock over my crack a few times, giving me a taste of what’s to come.

He rustles the condom wrapper and rips it open. I glance over my shoulder. He rolls the condom onto his engorged cock and applies plenty of lube. I lick my lips.

He waggles his eyebrows. “Ready?”

“Oh, yes.”

“I’m really looking forward to this.”

“Me too.” I press my forehead against the mountain of pillows and take deep, slow breaths.

He nudges the head of his cock against my hole, teasing me, causing my muscles to flex in response to his presence.

“Please fuck me,” I whine.

He grips my hips, digging his fingers into my flesh. It’s divine. He pushes inside me, sighing deeply.

“Oh, you feel so fucking good, Euan.”

“Yeah? So do you.”

His hard length fills me up nicely. He stays still for several seconds. Is he savouring the sensation of being inside me? I’m back to being torn. I love the feel of him simply being inside me, warming his cock while my arse gets used to his presence, but I want him to thrust his hips. I want him to ride my arse. Oh, fuck, I wanthim.

“How do you like it?” he asks.

“However you want to give it to me.” I grit my teeth. I sound needy. I am needy. “Just fuck me.”

He laughs, holds my hips tighter, and fucks me. Slowly at first, each stroke strong, long, measured, and deep. He quickly picks up pace. Soon he’s grunting as his balls and thighs slap against my arse. I rock in time with him, hollowing the small of my back so he can get deeper. So he can brush the head of his cock over my prostate on every wonderful thrust. I pant and groan. I clutch the pillows with my fingers. I enjoy every wondrous second of this stunning man pounding my arse. This is really happening. Cameron is fucking me, and I’m enjoying it so fucking much I can hardly bear it.

“That feels so good, Cam.” It’s the first time I’ve ever used the short form of his name. I don’t think I could manage his full name right now. Too many syllables to spit out when all I want to do is groan and moan and tell him how fucking amazing this is. “Harder. Please harder.”

“You want it harder?” His voice is light and breathy.