13. Cameron

Cameron

" W hy do they repeat the same names for muscles that are in totally opposite parts of the body?" Jagger tosses his pencil down on my desk with a heavy exhale and rubs his forehead. "I mean, why is it called biceps femoris in the back of your leg when the bicep is in the front of your arm?"

We're studying for a test on the muscular system in anatomy, and while some of the names are ridiculously long and impossible to pronounce, others aren't so bad as long as you don't mix them up. Or dive too deep into their meaning, like my best friend is starting to.

"Maybe they perform a similar function?"

"Like they both pull instead of push?"

"Yeah."

A tiny crease forms between his brows as he considers that. "Huh, I guess that makes sense. So, where were we? Origin and insertion of the biceps femoris?"

"Do you want the origin for the long head or the short head?"

The corner of Jagger's lip ticks up in a sly smile, which to be fair would've happened even before our little hook up session last week, but now has a charged air to it. "The long head. If you can show me where it is."

I reach for the printed diagram we're using as a study guide, but Jagger puts his hand over mine to stop me. "Show me on your body."

I should've seen this coming. We've been dancing around what we did in his bedroom for days, never specifically referencing it but trading knowing looks every time dating, dicks, or fucking has come up in conversation, which between our roommates and the rest of the football team is several times daily. Since there were other people around, the knowing looks never amounted to much, but now that it's just the two of us, it seems Jagger's ready to push the boundary again.

I've been both dreaming and dreading this moment.

Obviously, I'm on board with the idea of having another mind-blowing orgasm, but I also feel like there's only so many of those I can have with Jagger without it turning into something more on my end. I have no idea if that number is one or five or ten, so every time I consider this it's a risk. Despite knowing that, my hand drifts toward my sit bones to point out the origin, since my body has determined the risk is worth it before my brain has the wherewithal to stop it.

"And where does it insert?" Jagger's voice is huskier than it should be, which only makes it easier for my hand to trail down my leg toward my knee as his eyes track the movement with rapt attention.

"Origin and insertion of the rectus femoris," I join in his game.

Jagger's hand starts to drift toward his side, but before he makes contact, he changes course and instead drags a fingertip over my hipbone. His touch is slight, but it's firm enough to leave a trail of goosebumps on my skin as it travels from the front of my hip, over my thigh, ending atop my knee. Predictably, it also makes my cock wake up, which Jagger registers by licking his full, pink lips.

"Adductor longus," he rasps as he pulls away and leans back in his chair, giving me a brief reprieve from my growing lust that lasts only as long as it takes me to one up him.

"I can't show you with your clothes on."

The heat in Jagger's green eyes makes the temperature in the room rise by at least five degrees, and I have to hold my breath to keep from groaning aloud as he stands. With a swift motion, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing that fucking delicious torso, before tugging his athletic shorts so low that I get a full view of the V leading between his legs.

Since there's a liner in his shorts, he doesn't have any underwear to take off, and with the waistband slipped down to mid-thigh, his rigid cock pops up and smacks his abs once it's free of the material. Now, it's my turn to lick my lips as I watch his perfectly proportioned length beckon me. But I refrain from touching it as I draw a short line along the base of his pubic bone, right between the base of his dick and his sac.

His cock bobs enticingly, eager for attention, but since I don't know how many of these encounters I'll be able to have without blurring the line between lust and something deeper, I'm not going to waste this one by rushing it.

"External oblique." I whip my shirt over my head and stand up, so he can use my body for his answer.

Jagger's lip quirks, seemingly amused with my attempt to slow things down, yet he takes a step toward me and rests his palm on my stomach, fingers grazing my ribs. Eyes locked on mine, their green depths shimmering like a tropical pool, he drags his hand down my side.

I feel his fingertips ghosting over the ridges of my abs, which are clenched tight in an effort to hold as still as possible. Their path sends ripples of desire zig-zagging throughout my limbs, and my cock lurches in my shorts, eager for the same treatment my abs are getting.

As Jagger's fingers graze the insertion point at the top of my hip, he lets the base of his palm brush against my straining dick. That slight touch nearly undoes me before his hand falls to his side, a triumphant grin on his face now that he's confirmed what he's doing to me.

"Find something you like?" My voice is deep and smug.

"Found something I want to take a closer look at."

"What's that?"

"The pectineus."

"Show me."

Jagger tugs my shorts and underwear down, letting them pool at my feet. Still holding my stare, I feel his finger trace from the inside of my thigh to the base of my dick.

"You reversed the origin and insertion." It takes all my willpower to keep my voice level.

"Did I?" He retraces his steps, drawing a line from my dick to my thigh.

"Better," I grunt, but before I can taunt him about that not being too close of a look, he gives me a challenge.

"Transverse abdominis."

The "V" lines of the obliques happen to be my favorite muscle on Jagger, so I waste no time dropping to me knees and dragging my fingers from the side of his torso at the iliac crest, down that tempting ridge of muscle to the pubic crest, which conveniently frames his dick.

It bobs in front of my face as my fingers inch toward his base, and my cock lurches in response, fueled by the strangled moan my touch elicits.

"That's a prime spot to put your orbicularis oris to good use." Jagger's voice is strained with desire, his breathing stilted by lust.

"Are you asking me to suck your cock?" I put my hands on his hips and drag my tongue along that sexy V, feeling his body shiver beneath my palms.

"Please." His whisper is so soft I'm surprised I hear it, but there's no hiding the need behind the word, and no denying how much I want to do this for him.

Leaving my hands where they are to hold him steady, I lean forward until his tip is nearly brushing my lips. Though there's no contact, the tension is so high it feels like we're touching. Like there's nothing separating us at all, despite the fact there's a few millimeters of distance between us.

And then I open my mouth to lick his slit, and his knees nearly buckle.

I have to react quickly to keep him from toppling over, but once my arms have him firmly upright, I lick him again, tasting a hint of salt that makes my rigid cock shutter in anticipation.

Again and again, I lick over him, sometimes mapping a straight line over his tip, other times swirling my tongue around it. I feel his foreskin stretch as I play, and it's fascinating to me, the way I can use enough pressure to keep my tongue in one place yet still slide over him. It makes me briefly jealous that I'll never fully understand what this feels like since he's moaning like a hedonist right now. Yet, his sounds are making me as hard as a steel pipe, and it's fair to say I'm enjoying myself almost as much as he is.

When Jagger rests a hand on my shoulder to steady himself, I release one of his hips and use my hand to pull his foreskin away from his crown, teasing it with my thumb as I suck on just his tip. The skin here isn't quite as silky, but it's soft, and it's just as fun to explore, which I take full advantage of by alternating between faint and firm suction.

The growl it elicits from him is so carnal I could come from that alone.

"Fuck you're a tease," Jagger grits, jaw locked tight.

I swipe my tongue from root to tip. "This isn't teasing. This is enjoying the fuck out of the first time I have a cock in my mouth."

"You've wanted to try this for a while?"

"You have no idea." As the recipient of too many blow jobs to count, I know how amazing they feel, and I've always wanted to be the one to give that pleasure to someone else. I wasn't sure I'd ever get the chance. Now that I am, I want to experience it to the fullest. The feel of a hard cock on my lips, the musky smell of a man, the salty hint of precum. I want to savor all of it. All of Jagger.

"Dammit. Okay. Have your fun. I'll try not to blow too early, but you're seriously testing my restraint right now."

"You like?" I try not to preen from his praise.

"You have no idea," he parrots my words back at me.

It's scary what that does for my ego. And my arousal.

I'm not gonna sit here and say something cliché like I've never been this hard—I got to this point the other day when he introduced me to docking—but it's fair to say I've never been this turned on without my own dick getting some attention. It's painfully engorged and getting zero friction as I basically hump the air, but I'd rather be denied my own relief than let go of Jagger's cock.

Feeling emboldened by his approval, I open wide and take about half his length into my mouth, letting my tongue slide along the underside of his dick as I pull back. His appreciative groan spurs me to do it again, and again, taking him slightly deeper each time. I can fit about three quarters of him before he starts bumping against the back of my throat, which makes me gag, so I grip his base to keep from choking and start bobbing my head in earnest.

I have no finesse, and his cock is a slippery mess as a result, but based on the way he moans and grips my hair, I'm pretty sure he likes it that way. The filthy, squelching music we're making seems to appeal to him and that has me groaning along his length in sync with his own sounds.

"Fuck, do that again." Jagger pants as he pumps into me.

I oblige, louder than is probably necessary but since it makes his hold on my head tighter, I don't think twice before doing it again.

"Your voice is so deep I feel that in my balls," he rasps, so of course I do it again, this time as I massage his sac in my other hand. "Oh holy… holy shit . Holy shit that's intense."

Jagger is not often at a loss for words, and it gives me a stupid amount of pride to know that my mouth can shut down his. So I double my efforts, hollowing my cheeks with each pull as I make obscenely filthy noises in my throat. It makes him drop his head back as his chest heaves with the effort of breathing through my attention, hips rocking so hard he'd be pushing into my stomach if I took my hand off his dick.

Even though I love everything about having his cock slide over my tongue, I'm not ready to take all of him yet, but I swallow what I can, growing hotter and hotter by the second as I relish the sound of his pleasure.

It's so heady, so raw. I'm tempted to explore his hole since my left hand is nearly there already, which part of me thinks he'd be okay with given his newfound interest in prostates. At the same time, I want to concentrate on what I'm doing with my mouth, so I can duplicate it, or do better if I get the chance to do it again.

"Oh God, Cam. Oh God. I'm gonna come." Jagger's abs tense enticingly as his head tips back on a feral groan. Pulse after pulse of warm liquid floods my mouth, and I rush to swallow as much as I can, though it's too much to keep up with, seeping from the corners of my mouth and dribbling down my chin.

Through it all, I keep sucking, keep squeezing his balls, not letting up until he's fully spent, and even then, I don't let him go. I merely loosen my grip and hold his softening cock in my mouth as the adrenaline leaves his body, and his legs start to shake.

He slips from between my lips as I help guide him to the floor, too depleted to sit upright, so he reclines until he's lying on his back, left arm slung over his face as his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths.

My own legs are cramping from kneeling so long, so I shift until my ass hits the floor and I can lean against my bed, arms propped on my bent knees, cock pointing straight to heaven as I watch Jagger slowly come back to life.

"You dying over there?" I nudge his thigh with my foot.

"Nearly." Left hand still over his eyes, his right flails around, hitting the floor, my shin, the inside of my thigh, until it finds my dick. He wraps his fist around it and strokes it leisurely, pulling a soft moan from my throat.

"Feels like you liked that as much as I did," he says.

"Think so, yeah." I wipe my chin with the back of my wrist, fighting to keep my breathing level as his hand roams my shaft for the first time. The friction is so divine I think I could melt into the floor.

"Sucking on a dick is that hot?" Jagger's thumb ghosts over my slit, spreading the precum around.

"For me, yeah. I like seeing you react to it." I close my eyes and let my head rest against the side of the bed, sighing into the bliss that is Jaggers hand.

"It didn't hurt your jaw? Or make you choke?"

I start to shake my head then pause, shifting my jaw back and forth. "It's a little stiff." My hips inch up, chasing his hand. "And I might've choked if I took all of you, but it was my first attempt."

"You took enough."

I look down to find him watching his hand slide over my length, a thoughtful expression on his handsome face. "What about you?"

"Did I like it? You know I did."

"I'm talking about dicks. You're holding mine, does that mean you've decided you like them?" My breath catches as he gives my shaft a firm squeeze.

"I like yours ." He shrugs as he continues to stroke me, learning my shape I guess, which is both ecstasy and torture. I see now how my earlier exploration was a tease to him even though I didn't mean it to be. I just wanted to savor this new experience, same as he's doing now, and while part of me is desperate for more, I can't complain about his slow, thorough touch.

It's surprisingly erotic, making my nerves crackle with energy that only reaches a simmer, never a boil. It keeps me in this suspended state of bliss that's more pleasant than it is explosive, and way hotter than it should be. So hot, I almost forget to respond to his comment.

"I like yours too." I find my words.

"Duh. You just had your lips wrapped around it. Do you want me to do that to you?"

"Only if you want to." My eyes find his, and while I see curiosity, I also see hesitation. "I won't be disappointed if you aren't ready for that. I've had years to think about it, not weeks, so I don't expect you to want that yet. Or ever really. I don't think it appeals to everyone."

"I'm not opposed." He draws circles around my crown with his finger before pumping me with long, languid strokes that have my eyes rolling back in my head. "I just don't have the energy right now."

"I blew your mind?" I don't even attempt to hide the smirk that spreads across my face.

"And my dick. Look at it, Camelot. It's fucking shriveled."

I glance down his body. While his cock is far from shriveled, it's resting limply on his thigh, sated and spent.

"Looks like it always does." Just as expected, that earns me a retaliation, but since it's in the form of a particularly firm stroke, I have zero complaints. "Fuck, yeah. Do that again."

"I see what you're doing here, but you don't have to bait me to jack you harder. I'll do that just to prove you're not the only one who can give epic orgasms."

"Epic, huh?" I spread my legs wide so he can crawl between them. "Let's see what you've got."

Jagger kneels in front of me, spits on his hand, and grabs my cock, pumping it mercilessly. The abrupt change in pace has me gasping for air, but once I adjust, I'm helpless to stop my hips from rocking in rhythm to the motion of his fist.

I'm not sure anyone's ever held my cock so tight. Pumped it so hard. I'm not even sure I've worked myself this way, like I was on a mission to blow harder than humanly possible, and now I'm wondering why the fuck not.

This is raw. Animalistic. Hard and fast and damn near punishing, just like the men in the porn films that made me realize the appeal of a solid body that could take everything I have to give and return it twofold.

A sheen of sweat glistens on his chest as he works me, the effort clearly taxing his already exhausted limbs. I kind of want to lick it, to taste the hint of salt on his skin that's there because of what I did to him, and what he's doing to me now. Although, I'm not sure it's safe to put my tongue anywhere but his dick. Besides, mine is currently too hard to do anything but sit here and let him jerk it.

It only takes a minute, maybe two, of Jagger's punishing tempo before I'm a panting, groaning mess, writhing on the floor.

"Holy shit, Kitcat. Holy shit." My fingers clutch at the carpet, finding nothing to hold on to, so I have to brace my back against the bed to keep myself upright.

Jagger looks at me from under a crop of dark hair, a devious grin on his face. "Your balls are looking kinda full, Camelot. Almost as full as mine were when you were playing with them. Think you're gonna blow harder than I did?"

Of course he's making this a competition.

"We'll never know since I swallowed everything you had to give." I grit since words are hard to find with all my blood rushing to my dick. I'm not even exaggerating, I'm so lightheaded I see spots.

"Show me, Cam. Show me what you've got." Jagger reaches out and cups my sac, gently rolling my balls around his palm, and with that extra little nudge I shoot like a geyser, spraying at least a foot into the air.

Okay maybe not that much, but a lot.

Higher and harder than I've ever shot before, that's for damn sure. And it keeps coming. A lot. I'd probably be embarrassed by it if I were with a girl. But since this is Jagger, and we're sort of trying to one up each other, I'm kinda proud of it. Except for the fact he'll gloat about it being his doing, but even that I'm okay with since it means my orgasm is indeed epic. Like thank God I'm already sitting epic or I'd probably fall over and crack my head.

"Jesus," Jagger mutters as my release sprays my chest, my abs, and his hand. "How many mouthfuls do you think that is?"

I only have enough energy to grunt.

"How many times did you swallow me? Three? Four?" His hand slides up and down my shaft, much slower now, milking me for every last drop. "That's gotta be four right there. Pretty impressive, right? And look, your dick's starting to wilt too." He lets go of me, so my limp length falls against my leg.

"Ung." My lips can't form words, partly because I'm stupefied, and partly because Jagger swipes his finger through the jizz on my chest and licks it off.

"Hmm." He wrinkles his nose. "Not great. Not bad, but not great. Maybe it's something you learn to like over time."

Jagger grabs a handful of tissues off my desk and starts wiping me down, ginning proudly as he has to make several passes over my abs to get it all. "This is pretty impressive. I think I should win, but since you swallowed the evidence, we'll go with a tie for today." He tosses the soiled tissues in the trash and starts pulling on his clothes. "I'm fucking starving. Meet downstairs in twenty to go get food?"

"Yeah," I grunt as my body finally recovers enough for me to speak, grateful that he's keeping our status quo by shrugging things off with a dinner suggestion. And as long as I think of this new development as a competition to see who can give the other more pleasure, I think I just might be able to keep this in the friends who fuck category instead of letting it evolve into something more.