Page 32 of Santino (The Camboy Network #4)

I groan at his joke. It’s not very funny and I’m not even sure what it means. But it’s silly enough to pull me a little more out of the darkness and into reality. “No, I want to.”

Santino grins that lopsided grin of his. “I’ll never say no to getting fucked by you.”

I cringe at the cheese, but Santino lets out a laugh that echoes around the bathroom. It’s bright and shiny and I think… I think I’m in love with him.

I’m not sure when it happened. I don’t think there was any specific moment. But somewhere between him seeing me at The Bronzed Rail that first night and the last time he helped me shower, I think I fell in love with him.

But he doesn’t love you back. He’ll never love you back.

I gulp as the voice tries to take control of my thoughts.

It’s true I don’t know whether Santino loves me.

He could even care about me without actually loving me.

It would be really easy to succumb to the voice and let it grind me down to nothing.

Or I can ignore it and enjoy whatever’s left of the night.

I turn the water off and reach for the towels.

If Santino doesn’t love me, then at least I’ll have tonight. For the next few hours, I can pretend we’re hopelessly in love and eager to spend the rest of our lives together. I’ll deal with whatever heartbreak my fantasy will bring me tomorrow.

I didn’t actually intend to bring the ED pills with me this weekend. I just grabbed the same duffle bag I normally use for shoots and it was already in there. But now, it kind of feels like it was meant to be. I pop one pill dry and turn to find Santino waiting for me next to the bed.

He holds out his hand for me and when I take it, he guides me to sit down. Rubbing his hands up and down my thighs, he drops to his knees and peers at me through his lashes. My breath catches at the desire I see in his eyes. Desire for me. Want for me. Lust for me.

Leaning down to kiss him, I pour everything I feel into that kiss: gratitude, tenderness, affection, love. I kiss him like my very life depends on it. Like I’m suffocating and he’s the only source of oxygen in the world.

Santino breaks the kiss and we inhale and exhale together as we catch our breaths. Then he trails his fingers lightly up and down my dick. It’s still only chubby, but his soft touch sends tingles up to my stomach and down my legs.

Lifting my cock out of the way, he leans forward to kiss my balls, his face pressed right in between my legs. He catches one between his lips and sucks it into his hot, wet mouth.

I let out a low groan, eyes fixed on Santino. I can’t look away. I want to see everything he does and commit it to memory. I want to record every second of this so I can pull it out and rewatch it in my mind again and again.

He makes appreciative little moans as he sucks on my balls, the same ones he makes when he’s eating something delicious. His pupils are blown wide and yet his eyes are super focused on his task. He licks all around, bathing my balls with his spit, then returning to my cock and doing the same.

When he takes me into his mouth, I gasp. So hot. So wet. My erection roars to life so fast I get a little lightheaded. Santino grins like he won the fucking lottery. He tries to take me all the way in, but when I hit the back of his throat, he gags. The wet, slurpy sound sends shivers up my spine.

What he can’t get into his mouth, Santino covers with his hand. And when he pulls off to catch his breath, a strand of saliva stretches from the tip of my dick to his lips. He blinks at me with a pleased, satisfied smile, his hand still lazily working my shaft.

I pull him to me. I need him closer. I need his body pressed against mine. I need zero space between us.

He lies down on me, his bare chest on mine, and the simple intimacy of the touch has my entire body shuddering with pleasure. His lips are wet and messy and I kiss them greedily. I thrust my tongue into his mouth and drink down every moan he lets out.

I clutch him to me, writhing under him. My nipples are tight and sensitive and electricity zings through me when they brush against his soft chest hair.

I slide my hands down his muscled back to his round ass, filling my palms with them.

The pitch of Santino’s moans changes with every squeeze and tug and knead.

“Fuck, I need you inside me, babe. Like right fucking now.” He pushes away to grab a bottle of lube from his suitcase.

I hold out my hand for it. “Let me.”

Santino smirks at me, heat in his eyes, and when he hands it over, he gives me a kiss that scorches me down to the soles of my feet.

He jumps on the bed, positioning himself right in the middle on his hands and knees.

I take a second to marvel at the sight of him. The taper of his waist and the curve of his spine. The fullness of his ass and the two little dimples right above them.

Santino peers over his shoulder when I take too long, pinning me with a look hot enough to burn. “Hurry up, babe, I want you inside me.”

I pump the lube out on my fingers and carefully drag them over his hole. The skin around it is a shade darker than the rest of him and I rub circles around the wrinkled opening.

Santino lets out a satisfied moan and drops his head to the bed. He widens his knees and tilts his ass up to give me better access.

I can feel him bearing down on me when I press one finger inside, then his muscles clench tight around me.

“Fuck, yes, more.”

I slowly work my finger all the way in until my knuckles are flush against his ass, then I slowly pull it out.

It goes in easier when I push in again, carefully fucking him with my finger.

When Santino starts squirming impatiently, I add a second finger, twisting them around as I push in and pull out.

I curl them inside him, petting his inner walls until I find the spot I’m looking for.

I rub my fingers against the bundle of nerves and Santino’s ass clamps down impossibly tight. He throws his head back, spine arched, body taut as I increase the pressure.

“Fuck, babe. That feels so good.”

Reaching around him, I palm his cock. Hard and leaking, even though he's already come once at the club. It’s the perfect size for my hand and I press my face into Santino’s back, savoring just how well we fit together. Like maybe we were made for each other. Like maybe we were meant to be.

“I swear to fucking god, babe, you better put that dick inside me right fucking now.”

I don’t know what it is, but something about Santino’s words mixes with my bruised emotions and something bursts inside me. It’s joy and happiness and more than a little bit of delirium. Laughter comes pouring out of me, brighter than it has in a long time.

“Are you serious, dude? I’m fucking dying over here and you’re laughing? Christ.” Santino’s words have no heat behind them and he’s smiling wide as he reaches for me. “Get over here and fuck me already.”

He drags me over his body so my front fits against his back. I reach between us and guide myself to his hole. There’s hardly any resistance and we both groan as I sink all the way in.