Page 38 of Santino (The Camboy Network #4)

CHAPTER

THIRTY-FIVE

HAYDEN

Santino is adorable and clingy as we towel off and slather each other with baby oil.

His hands are everywhere—my chest, my back, my legs, my arms—and honestly, I’m not any better.

This might be the most fun I’ve ever had on a shoot before.

Like genuine, laugh out loud, don’t want it to end, kind of fun. And it’s all because of Santino.

The lounge chair’s cushions are covered by fresh towels and the adjustable back is set to about sixty degrees.

I lie down, legs hanging over either side of the chair.

Santino’s in front of me, facing away, straddling my lap and the chair at the same time.

He reaches behind to grab my cock and guides it into his ass.

We both let out sighs of relief as I slide back into his body. I love being in here. I love the way I fit inside him. I love the way it makes me feel so at home.

Santino leans back, legs hooked over the outsides of my knees, letting me take his weight.

I drag my hands up his inner thighs. The skin of his taint is so velvety soft and I follow the seam running down the middle to that tight ring of muscle stretched around my cock.

Tracing the rim of his hole, feeling how my cock disappears into his body, it has us both shuddering in pleasure.

“Fucking hell,” Santino groans as he grinds down on me.

His hands find mine and together we explore where we’re connected. He clenches tight around my dick and I can feel how the muscle contracts under my fingers. It’s strangely intimate, touching that area, learning the difference between his skin and mine, knowing exactly how we fit together.

I turn my face into Santino’s neck and breathe in his spicy cinnamon scent. It winds through me and fills me up. It chases away the darkness and turns down the volume on the voice. It makes me whole.

Santino lifts his head from my shoulder and glances down his body. “Oh, fuck.”

Sebastian’s positioned at the foot of the chair, camera pointed right between our legs. He’s probably getting a close-up shot of us touching ourselves.

Santino drops his head back again, turning his face toward me so our cheeks are pressed together. He starts writhing on top of me, his ass grinding into my lap, his hole trying to suck me in deeper. “Oh my god, oh my god.”

Lying on his stomach, his cock is so engorged the head is a deep shade of purple. I can almost see the veins pulsing as blood rushes through them. Pre-cum leaks from the slit, a steady stream dripping down the side of his hip.

Santino pushes himself up to get more leverage, then starts fucking himself on my dick. He lifts one foot up onto the edge of the lounge chair and braces himself with one hand on an armrest. Then he bounces up and down, lifting up halfway and dropping himself into my lap.

My hands roam over his body. His thighs, his waist, his back with the deep valley of his spine. I take his free arm and loop it around the back of my neck, then run my hands across his stomach, up to his chest. I catch his nipples between my fingers and pinch.

“Oh fuck! Yes! Oh god!” Every muscle in Santino’s body is contracted and taut, standing out in sharp relief. The sunshine lights up his skin and sweat gathers along his back, his chest, his temples.

He’s so caught up in the moment, so lost to what he’s feeling.

There's no self-consciousness, no hesitation. Just the simple chase for what he wants, what feels good. I’m amazed how comfortable he is in his own skin, how easily he accepts himself for who he is.

He’s confident, but not arrogant. Self-assured, but not obnoxious.

It’s hard to believe he’s real. It’s hard to believe he could ever want to be with me.

Santino collapses against me, exhausted from his exertion. His body is heavy and hot, glistening with baby oil and sweat. I want to stay like this, buried inside him while he lies on top of me.

But Sebastian gives me the signal to change positions, so I carefully help Santino up.

He lies on the flat part of the lounge chair and lifts his knees toward his shoulders. I scoot in, facing him, legs straddling the chair. With my hands on his thighs, I pull him down a few inches.

My dick slides in easily now. His hole is nice and loose from all our fucking. Santino grabs the backs of his knees and grins like he’s offering himself up to me. I grin back and snap my hips forward.

“Fuuuckkkk. Yes!” A look of utter euphoria graces his face as he whimpers and whines and sobs each time I bottom out. “Oh my god, yes! Jesus Christ!”

It’s almost more fun watching Santino’s reactions than it is actually fucking him. Especially since there’s no doubt every single one is genuine. He’s not acting. He’s not putting on a show. I know him well enough to know he’s always that expressive, always that vocal when he’s feeling good.

“Yes, right there. Oh fuck, right there. You’re going to make me come. Oh god, I’m going to come!”

I don’t even have time to reach for his dick to give him a hand. Cum shoots out of his cock, landing on his stomach, his chest, his chin. I help finish him off with a few light strokes as the last of his cum dribbles out.

God, he looks so hot like this. All fucked out and covered in sweat and cum. I did this to him. I brought him all this pleasure. I sent him soaring.

Santino blinks slowly at me, panting, and reaches for me. “Come on, babe, come for me.”

It’s as if my body was waiting for his permission. Pressure gathers in my balls so fast it leaves my head spinning and catapults me into the heavens. I’m barely able to pull out of his ass before I’m coming, adding my cum to Santino’s all over his body.

My ears ring. My heart races. Waves of pleasure rock through me again and again.

Santino takes my arm and pulls me down on him. I’m cradled between his legs, our softening cocks snuggled next to each other.

He kisses me. Slow and lazy. I kiss him back, so thankful he walked into my life.

I tuck the towel in around my waist and grab a second one to dry my hair while I pad out into the bedroom from the en suite. Santino’s already dressed in white shorts and a bright yellow tank top. He stops in the middle of packing his bag, eyes roaming over me.

“If I didn’t just have one of the best orgasms of my life out by the pool…” He trails off.

I loop the towel around my neck and hold it by the two ends.

“You would what?” Obviously, I know what, but the playful, mischievous side of me that’s been missing for months has finally decided to make an appearance.

I want to stay like this for as long as possible.

I want to grab hold of this feeling and never let go.

Santino’s eyes narrow in consideration, but then he shakes his head and zips up his bag. “Nope. I can’t. If I stay in here a second longer, we’ll both need another shower.” He swings his bag over his shoulder and heads toward the bedroom door.

He pauses in the doorway to give me another once-over before sighing dramatically. “I’ll meet you out there.”

I jump into action, not wanting to be apart from Santino for longer than I need to be. It only takes me a few minutes to dress and clean up the room, but when I find Santino in the kitchen chatting with Sebastian and Christian, I pull him to me like I haven’t seen him in ages.

Hugging him from behind, I wind my arms around his middle. He tilts his head to the side so it doesn’t bang against my chin and rests his hands on top of mine.

Sebastian regards us with an assessing look, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. “My parents are coming into the city today, otherwise I’d suggest we all go grab lunch or something.”

“That’s cool.” Santino peeks over his shoulder at me. “Anything you want to do, babe?”

There is. But right before I’m about to suggest it, the voice sneaks in.

He doesn’t want to go to the library. God, could you get any more boring?

“Um…” I blink, startled at how suddenly the voice rears its ugly head. It’s been so quiet the past few hours and the darkness has been so distant I almost forgot they were there.

Santino picks up on it immediately. He cocks an eyebrow in question. “Babe?”

“Um…” My brain scrambles, not sure what to do. I know I should just tell him my original idea and if he doesn’t like it, we’ll do something else. But the darkness has taken control over my tongue and it won’t let me say it out loud.

Santino will think it’s a stupid idea. He’s not into reading the way I am. What would we even do there? He follows me around while I wander the stacks? It’s not like I’ve even been reading these days. I probably have a ton of late fees from all the books I haven’t returned.

But then, Santino’s been picking up the books lying around the apartment.

Sometimes he reads to me. Sometimes he flips through the pages and asks me what the book is about.

I don’t have to borrow any new books, right?

I can just show him my favorite spot in the library.

I can tell him why I like the place so much.

And I haven’t been there in so long… I miss it.

Santino waits patiently as I silently battle with myself. He doesn’t prompt me or make his own suggestion. He lets me figure it out on my own.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Sebastian and Christian sharing a knowing look. Then Sebastian crosses the kitchen and fits himself into Christian’s side. With his head on Christian’s shoulder, they both watch us with amused smiles on their faces.

No one rushes me. No one looks annoyed or restless. They’re all just giving me the time and space I need. Gratitude fills me, lodging in my throat as I try to swallow around it. My friends care about me. They really do care about me.

I’ve spent so long trying not to be a burden to them, trying to protect them from myself.

But they never asked me to do that. They never asked me to leave them alone.

Just the opposite, in fact. I knew they were worried about me.

They tried to ask me what was wrong so they could help me.

And I didn’t let them. I didn’t let them be the friends they’ve always wanted to be.

The reminder gives me the courage to untie my tongue.

“Um, how about the library?”

Santino’s eyes light up like I’ve offered to take him to Cancun. “You want to go to the library?”

I wince at how nerdy and pathetic that sounds. “Yeah? We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I mean, I’m okay doing something else instead.”

Santino stops me with a kiss. “The library sounds hella cool.”

I don’t think he actually thinks that, but there’s something shining in his eyes that stops me short. It looks like love. I’m almost too afraid to believe it… but what if it’s true? What if Santino loves me?