Page 16 of Santino (The Camboy Network #4)

He regards me for a moment, looking so vulnerable. There’s moisture in his beautiful green eyes. I cup his cheeks and tug him down to touch our foreheads together. Our noses brush against one another. He murmurs a nearly silent “thank you” against my lips.

He doesn’t have to thank me for anything. I wasn’t being entirely altruistic. I just got to lick half of Hayden Summers’ god- like body and coaxed his dick to full-mast. I feel like I got a pretty good deal.

Hayden kisses me again and I moan into his delicious mouth.

My whole body is warm and tingly. When he runs his hand from my chest down to my hip, he leaves a trail of fire behind.

I’m not done kissing him yet when he pulls out of my embrace and sits back on his heels.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs and in one swift motion, they’re gone.

My cock stands straight up from between my legs, achingly hard and leaking.

With a reverent look, Hayden carefully wraps his fingers around it.

My dick disappears between his palm and his fingers, caught in a vise that can’t possibly feel so good, but it does.

He gives me a short, gentle stroke and pleasure explodes inside me.

“Oh my god!” My eyes are glued to the space where the tip of my cock pokes out of his closed fist. It doesn’t feel real. It feels too good. It feels like a dream I’ll wake up from at any moment.

Hayden shifts and brings his monster cock in line with mine.

“Oh fuck,” I cry right before he takes us both in his hands. His dick is so hard and yet so silky soft. It’s searing hot against mine. My hips take on a life of their own, fucking up into Hayden’s fist, fueled by the exquisite friction of rubbing against his dick.

Hayden peers up at me, hand still a tight vise around us, and my breath catches. His chest is heaving, coated in a thin layer of sweat. His dick is pumping out pre-cum like a fucking faucet, the musky, dark scent of it filling the air.

I did this to him. Me. I made Hayden feel this good, this turned-on. I helped him when he felt like he couldn’t be helped. An odd mix of power, humility, and gratitude settles inside me—a feeling I’ve never felt before in my life. Like I’m capable, important, significant. All because of Hayden.

He strokes us until I’m hovering right on the edge. “Hayden! Hayden, please!”

Popping to his feet, he holds out a hand to help me up. I sway, lightheaded from the sudden change in altitude, and Hayden holds me to him. Chest to naked chest. Stomach to naked stomach. He gazes into my eyes like I’m the most amazing thing he’s ever seen.

A movement at the very edge of my vision catches my attention.

I clock Sebastian circling around us with a big black camera in his hand.

A thrill rushes through me, followed closely by a stomach-twisting sourness.

I’d forgotten we weren’t alone. I’d forgotten that every single thing we’re doing is being recorded and will be broadcast out to thousands of people—of strangers.

They’ll see what we’re doing—everything I want them to see and everything I don’t.

The conflicting feelings pull at me. Shame at exposing myself like this.

Hesitancy over whether I want the world to see some of these ultra-intimate moments between me and Hayden.

And exhilaration at doing something so taboo, at not having full control over what happens…

I feel like I’m about to burst out of my skin.

But then Hayden’s kissing me again and all the thoughts about cameras and audiences evaporate. He slides his hands down my back to my ass. With one palm on each ass cheek, he pulls them apart. I can hear Sebastian behind me getting a close-up of my hole.

I gasp into Hayden’s mouth when his fingers dip into my crease, brushing over the sensitive, quivering ring of muscle. He pulls again, tugging on my hole from two sides like he’s trying to open me up to the camera’s view. A gush of pre-cum spills from my cock.

Hayden’s fingers disappear for a second and when they come back, they’re cool and wet with lube. He presses against the opening. Slowly. Oh so slowly. And the second I bear down, he slips right in.

Oh god, fucking hell. Shocks of pleasure burst from that one point of contact, turning my body into one giant quivering mass. I drop my forehead to Hayden’s shoulder as thick, long fingers play with my hole.

Planting kisses on my neck and shoulder, Hayden fucks me with one finger, then two. “Is this okay?” he asks and the only response I can manage is a sobbing moan.

We shot past okay ages ago. This is way more than okay. This is coming-apart territory. This is flying-over-the-edge region. I’m about to come and he hasn’t even gotten his dick in me yet.

He adds fingers from his other hand and I swear to god, I’m going to die. I think there are three? Four in me now? “Relax,” he murmurs, lips moving against the shell of my ear. Then he pulls his fingers apart.

Holy fucking shit on a stick. He’s opening me. I can feel cool air in places that aren’t supposed to be exposed to cool air. I try not to tense up, not to clench around nothing. I latch onto Hayden’s shoulder with my teeth, breathing heavily through my mouth.

“A little more,” Sebastian instructs from behind me and Hayden pulls me open another fraction.

Jesus Christ. Sebastian’s right there. The camera’s right there. Can it see inside me? Will people be able to see parts of me I’ve never seen before myself?

“Fuck,” I cry, but it comes out as a garbled sob. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t. My dick is so painfully hard every bit of friction against Hayden’s stomach feels like I’m rubbing on sandpaper. “Please, Hayden. Please.”

“I’ve got you, babe. I’ve got you.”

Everything is a whir as Hayden extracts his fingers from my ass and turns us around so I’m facing the kitchen island and he’s behind me. With one hand on my back and the other on my hip, he bends me forward and pulls my hips back.

The stone countertop is cold against my overheated skin. I extend my arms out to either side, laying my chest and cheek all the way down. Between my legs, my dick hangs in mid-air with nothing to grind up against, nothing to ease the awful ache.

Hayden pulls my ass cheeks apart again, but this time, instead of his fingers, I feel the blunt tip of his cock at my entrance. He goes slow. Too slow. Inching into me one fraction of an inch at a time.

I can feel my hole stretch and stretch and stretch.

And when I don’t think it can stretch anymore, the head of his dick pops in.

A cry echoes against the counter. It’s me, impaled on just the tip of Hayden’s cock and already feeling so incredibly full.

How is he going to fit the rest of it inside me?

How could there possibly be enough room?

Hayden soothes me, rubbing circles on my hip, across my back. He rocks back and forth, pushing himself a little deeper each time. My body gives way to his breach. It surrenders to his invasion. I’m helpless as he claims my hole for himself.

I’m delirious by the time his hips are flush against my ass.

I can’t move. I can’t think. I can barely breathe.

Every cell in my body is tuned into Hayden’s cock inside me.

How thick it is, how long it is, how my insides feel like they’re being rearranged to make room for him.

He’s so big. And I’m so very, very full.

Hayden slides his hands up my back, then under my arms to my front.

Carefully, he lifts me from the counter, pulling me up so my back is against his chest. I let out a series of high-pitched cries as he gently manhandles me.

The movement changes the angle of his cock inside me.

It rubs up against my prostate. I think I can feel it in my throat.

I’m standing on my tippy-toes. My head falls back against his shoulder. I’m holding onto his wrists with a death grip. And in front of me is Sebastian with his camera.

There’s nothing between me and the camera’s lens. Nothing to hide me from view. Nothing to obscure what the camera can see. Sebastian pans up from my feet and all I can do is hang suspended on Hayden’s cock, waiting for him to finish.

He pauses at my crotch, at my dick that’s engorged and purple, with a steady stream of pre-cum leaking from the tip. Then up my quivering stomach, taking in my hardened nipples. And finally, my face.

I look directly into the camera. I can’t remember if I’m supposed to do that or not. I don’t care. I can’t tear my eyes away. The glass of the lens is close enough that it reflects my image back at me.

I look… Christ, I look wild, debauched, totally drunk on sex. My eyes are half-lidded, my jaw is slack. My hair sticks up in all directions. My chest rises and falls with each open-mouthed pant.

This is what they’ll see. Hundreds. Thousands. Complete and utter strangers. They’ll see me just like this, getting fucked by Hayden.