Page 51 of Teach Me
My back arched off the blanket and my eyes drifted shut as he touched me. I heard the rustle of leaves, the murmur of the creekbeside us, felt the warm sun on my face and Cameron’s mouth trailing hot kisses down my neck, sucking on my pulse points.
As I blinked my eyes open, the afternoon light hazed around us and my senses honed in on him. An ache stirred low in me as I watched him, young, beautiful, smart, and so very fucking eager. His hand paused at the button of my jeans, eyes heavy-lidded and watching for my reaction.
I swallowed hard, my voice turning to gravel when I finally said, “Do it.”
Cameron tugged at my zipper, fingers warm and sure. I tilted my head back and let myself feel every small movement he made, the world around us spinning into a hazy background of sunlit greens and blues as his touch became my entire focus.
I bit back a moan as he took me in his hand, his grip sending sparks of electricity coursing through my body. He stroked me gently at first, teasing with soft touches that had my toes curling in my shoes.
Leaning in, he pressed kisses to my hip bone, waistline, down to where I wanted him most. Pausing, he looked up at me, an intoxicating mix of reverence, desire, and a hint of mischief that made me ache for more. His eyes locked on mine, the silent question lingering until I tilted my head in a nod of approval.
“Jesus, baby,” I moaned when he finally took me in his mouth. I gripped the blanket beneath us, knuckles whitening as he licked and sucked up my shaft. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I guided him lower and then groaned as he gave me what I wanted, sucking me deep into the back of his throat until I felt it constrict around me and his body shudder.
He set a tortuously languid pace that had me writhing and grasping against the blanket when his hands slid up my thighs, fingers digging into the skin of my waist. The sight of him between my thighs, blond hair tousled in the sunlight, made myheart race. My hands roamed his lean body, tracing the outline of muscles.
Cameron let me slip free, lips glistening and eyes dark with desire. “Fuck me,” he whispered. “Please?”
I cast a wild-eyed look around, pinging off every tree and bush surrounding us, the tiny footpath in the distance that had led us here, ensuring our seclusion. There was nothing but the occasional flutter of birds and the rustle of the wind through the leaves. No other sign of life but us. When my focus returned to him, he was shifting on the blanket, knee walking to place one hand on the tree next to us we’d chosen for shade. With a coy glance over his shoulder, he shoved his jeans and boxers down his thighs, exposing his perfect ass to me.
I groaned and pushed myself up, the sight of him ready and waiting for me igniting a surge of desire so potent I could barely breathe. Moving toward him, I gripped his narrow hips and skimmed a touch over his firm ass. He exhaled sharply as I pressed against him, letting my cock glide up and down the seam of his ass.
“This what you want? This dick inside you?” My words were husky and low, saturated with a need I felt mirrored in him.
“Mmm.” He let out a wanton groan as I wet my thumb and swiped it over his hole. “Fuck yes.”
Leaning down, I placed a kiss on the nape of his neck and breathed in the familiar scent of him. I had no lube, and I knew he didn’t either, so I cupped my hand, spit into it, and stroked my cock, gliding precum along my length, repeating the process until I was slick and Cameron was pressing back insistently against me.
“Grady.” The neediness in his tone spiraled through me like fuel to the fire roaring in my veins. I reached out to stroke him, letting my fingers glide over his cock as I nudged his entrance.
His breath hitched as I pushed inside with a whispered curse. We couldn’t hurry this. It would have to be slow and patient.
“Easy, baby,” I murmured against his ear, voice nearly trembling with the restraint it took not to thrust into him. I held him steady as I rocked into him millimeter by agonizingly slow millimeter, his breathy whimpers and impatient attempts at grinding back on me urging me on. My cock throbbed when the tight heat of his hole enveloped me, sending waves of pleasure shooting through every nerve ending.
“Fuck,” I hissed through gritted teeth as I filled him completely, his ass flush against my groin. I gave him a moment to adjust to the intrusion.
Then, with a soft growl of anticipation, I retreated only to lunge back in, setting a slow cadence that had Cameron’s body shuddering. His strangled moans filled the air, and every time he tried to thrust back against me, I held him still. Pulling out almost completely, I sent another drizzle of spit over his ass and my cock before sliding back in, this time a little rougher. There was something raw and primal about fucking him in the wilderness with nothing more than spit and desire that drove me crazy.
His fingers dug into the rough bark as I fucked him, his hands tense and his breathing ragged. I reached around, stroking his cock in a rhythm that echoed my thrusts as arousal built in my belly.
The sight of him beneath me, the sounds he made for me, and the feel of him engulfing me was raw and real and somehow just as intimate as our bedroom trysts.
“Grady, oh fuck.” His voice cracked as I angled my thrusts to hit the sweet spot inside him. I knew by the fractured tone he was close.
“Go ahead, baby,” I cajoled, and his body quivered in response as I plunged into him with less restraint, feeling thericochet of our bodies from my crown to my toes. One more deep thrust and heat spread over my fist as Cameron came on a choked cry.
Every pulse of his orgasm dragged me closer to the precipice until the heady rush became unbearable, triggering my own orgasmic tidal wave. I held him tighter as my cock jerked deep inside him, releasing in powerful spasms that left me dizzy and gasping for breath.
The earthy scent of damp wood and pine needles brought me back down to earth as I eased back on my haunches, pulling out of Cameron with a kiss between his shoulder blades. We both collapsed onto the blanket, lying on our backs as we tucked ourselves away. Cameron rolled toward me, and I kissed him, sliding a hand down the back of his pants, dipping a finger into his slick hole, and loving the soft rumble of a sigh that spilled from him into our kiss.
I fucking loved this. The sex, the time we spent together, the impulsiveness he brought out in me. I was starting to get the idea that it was just him I loved. Everything about him. The thought felt both dangerous and alluring, scratching at the corners of my mind, echoing in the chambers of my heart. Because if it was true, I had no fucking clue what came next.
25
CAM
The post-vacation blues hit me almost as soon as we pulled out of Sandra’s driveway, crash-landing in my gut like a meteor out of nowhere. Maybe I should have considered that spending a weekend together out in the open, not having to look over my shoulder, or be sneaky, then having to return to doing all of that would hit like the bleary post-party comedowns of my past. Even shame, though faint, was a companion to the preemptive wistfulness that settled inside me, though it had nothing to do with my sexuality this time. And there was still the Paul situation to contend with. I’d pushed everything aside from Grady to the corners of my life—Paul, my parents— for the past couple of days, and now, the reprieve was over.
“Want to come over, eat a bite of dinner before you head home?”