22. Jagger

Jagger

W e barely get through the bedroom door before Cam has me pinned against the wall, grinding his rigid cock against mine as our tongues battle for control.

I don't know if he can sense that I need hard and rough to erase the tension of the day, or if that's the mood he's in too. Either way, I love that we're finding bliss in our brutality. The harder we grind and grope at each other, the more distance I put between me and my emotions.

I'm still feeling vulnerable and angry after the confrontation with my dad, and while the vulnerable part of me wants to get fucked, the angry side of me wants to do the fucking. That gives me pause as I rut against Cam, because as much as I want my turn with his ass, now might not be the time.

"What's wrong?" Cam says against my lips.

"I think I need to top this time." My hips strain toward his even as my brain tries to slow down.

"I'm down with that."

"Not sure I'm in the right headspace for that. Plus, I sorta want to get fucked, too."

"The second part of that problem is easy to fix." He licks and sucks along my neck, not hard enough to mark me since you can't hide that shit in a football uniform, but enough that I'm still trying to hump him through our clothes.

"How?" I tilt my head to the side so he can get at my collarbone.

"I'll stuff you with a nice fat dildo." Two giant hands palm my ass cheeks and start massaging them, causing my eyes to roll back in my head.

"Are you trying to make me come in my pants? Keep talking about stuffing me with toys if you are, cause just the idea of that has me ready to blow my load."

Cam laughs against my neck but loosens his grip on my ass. "Now, tell me about the first problem. Why are you in the wrong headspace?"

"I want to fuck hard , and you've never given your ass to anyone before."

He stops necking me and stares deep into my eyes as understanding dawns. "I've been experimenting with toys long enough I'm pretty sure I can take it. Besides, I need it hard today, too."

"You were so gentle with me the first time, though."

"It was the first time for both of us, and that's what we needed then. Today is different. Today, you took back power over your dad, and it was so hot to watch. I want more. I want you to own me."

My cock lurches in my shorts because, duh . It very much wants to pound into Cam's ass. But my heart lurches just as hard in my chest since it's just so Cam to understand what I need and encourage me to take it.

"Go pick me out a toy," I growl as I nip his bottom lip. "Then get back here and give me that sexy ass."

Cam steals a fierce kiss before dashing off into his room, and I waste no time stripping out of my clothes and jumping on my bed. I'm spreading a generous glob of lube over my dick when the door shuts with a bang and I look up to see him hovering over me with a wild scowl.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he demands.

"Getting myself ready."

"Oh hell no." He drops a thick blue dildo on the bed next to me. "Your cock isn't going anywhere near my ass unless I'm the one getting it ready. Understand?"

My hand stills mid-stroke. "I didn't know you had such strong feelings about prep."

"I have strong feelings about you depriving me of the opportunity to put my hands on your dick."

"My bad." I take my hand off my junk and lay it on the pillow next to my head. "Please continue. Naked, preferably." I flick a finger at him to indicate he should lose the clothes and give me something to ogle while he has his fun, and in about three seconds they're crumpled on my floor.

His striptease skills could use some work— no finesse —but I'll forgive him since his full cock, framed by those sexy abs, is all I really want to see.

Cam crawls between my legs, sliding his tongue over his plump lower lip as he takes me in his fist. My eyelids fight to stay open as he gives me a long, luxurious pull, one that has my hips chasing him so he can't let me go. When they fall back to the mattress, it's his fist that chases me, sliding all the way to the base, and giving me a delicious squeeze before he does it all again.

Up and down, up and down, a slight flick of the wrist, and another stroke, Cam takes his sweet fucking time spreading lube all over my shaft. He takes extra precaution around my foreskin, which has me vibrating with the effort of staying still .

"You're having way too much fun with this," I grit out as electric tingles follow the path of his hand.

"I'm just being thorough. Plus," he grins wickedly. "I want this cock as thick as it'll go before I take it."

That just about makes me blow, and the fucker knows it since I squirm around, white-knuckling the sheets. Truth be told, I'm loving this just as much as he is. There's something so carnal about having someone else hold your dick. About giving them control of your body and reaping the pleasure they give you. And if I wasn't so riled up from earlier, I'd probably let him toy with me as long as he wanted. But I'm too keyed up to use my patience.

I need to fuck.

"Remember what you said about owning you?" My question dies when a needy moan passes between my lips as his finger breeches my hole.

"Yeah." He curls that digit inside me, stroking the magic spot he knows I love.

"Fuck," I grunt as I push him off me. "You better be ready for it cause times up."

I go to push him to his stomach, but he doesn't budge, instead reaching for the dildo he tossed on the bed earlier. "Aren't you forgetting something?" He waves the blue toy around, his smile both sly and feral.

My eager cock bobs between my legs. "Oh, hell yeah." I drop to all fours as he lubes the cock that's slightly smaller than his own, flinching slightly when I feel the cool gel on my crack.

"Too big?" He holds the tip still against my hole.

"Just cold. I'm good."

As he pushes forward, I try to relax and let it in, which isn't as easy as I'd hoped. Maybe I should've asked him to prep me first, but my dick is so eager to be inside him I figured we could skip that step. And honestly, once he gets the toy past that first ring of muscle, my body sucks it in greedily.

"Damn that's good," I half mutter, half groan, as the tip brushes against my prostate, and my butt muscles start clenching around it of their own accord.

"Slow down." Cam gives my right ass cheek a playful smack. "I don't want you coming before you get your dick in me."

"Get your ass over here then," I taunt, biting back another moan as I push to my knees and feel the dildo rubbing me in all the right places. It's not the rhythmic pressure that comes with a good pounding, more like a subtle caress, and while I don't think it could make me come, the notion that it can make my body tingle from something as simple as shifting my weight is a benefit I'd love to explore further. When I'm not so anxious to get inside my boyfriend for the first time.

Cam crawls in front of me so his firm, round ass is lined up with my dick. I reach for the lube so I can prep him, pausing when he says, "I'm ready."

"If I try to own your ass without prepping you, I might hurt you."

"Kitcat, I've been using toys on myself for years, and I worked myself open while I was playing with your dick. I'm ready."

I slide my finger between his cheeks, finding him nice and slick. "You sneaky fuck. What if I wanted to do that?"

"Next time. Now give me your cock."

With one hand on Cam's hip and the other on the base of my dick, I push forward, wedging my tip into a hole that, while stretched a bit, still looks smaller than my width. And when I try to get past that first ring of muscle, the pressure bearing down on me is so intense I start blubbering .

"Jesus, fuck, Cam. God, fuck me," I gasp as I inch forward. "I don't even think my own fist is this tight."

I hold my breath in case filling my lungs with air will somehow make my dick bigger and the fit even tighter.

"Breathe, Kitcat," Cam grunts underneath me. "And move."

"I just… Gimme a sec." I press forward another inch and tentatively circle my hips as if that will give me more room to move. But since the fit is so snug, there isn't any part of my cock that doesn't light up from the friction of that little swivel. And as for the toy in my ass? Double whammy.

My entire body seizes up, fissures of ecstasy pinging along my length and deep inside my hole. The onslaught of ecstasy has me this close to blowing my load, and I flex my fingers on Cam's hip, warning him to hold still while I fight it off.

"Wanna lose the toy?" Cam reads me like he's living inside my head, but instead of conceding that I may have been greedy with the whole getting fucked while fucking thing, I rise to the challenge.

"Hell, no." I grit my teeth and push deeper, the slippery gel on my dick making it so I can get all the way in without any resistance. Then I need another breather, and it's when I'm tamping down yet another wave of euphoria that it hits me... Despite having been inside countless women, this is the first time I feel truly joined to another person. Like I'm part of them.

I sort of felt it the first time I took Cam inside me, which was novel both because it was Cam, and it was the first time anyone had been inside me. But in that instance, I'd given him control, and something about that muted the feeling of being bound. Like I was along for the ride instead of being responsible for the connection.

Being inside him, though… It magnifies everything. Not just physically, although it sure as shit feels incredible, but this encounter didn't start because we were horny. It started because we needed to feel the bond we share. And it's because of that bond, I can fully appreciate what it means to have part of you inside someone else. To be joined to someone else.

I don't get to revel in my epiphany for long though, since Cam's fidgeting makes it clear that I need to take over or risk him taking matters into his own hands.

Still mindful of the fact I didn't prep him, I withdraw slowly, nearly all the way out, and push with equal care. The friction from the vice-grip of his hole clenching around my length is so divine my thighs threaten to give out, and my own ass quivers as it inadvertently squeezes the toy when I rock forward.

Between the unholy pleasure that engulfs me and Cam's needy more when I bottom out, rational thought exits my brain and is replaced with one singular mantra: I need to fuck.

Bracing both hands on Cam's hips, I pull back and slam into him with enough force that he nearly faceplants into the mattress. I let out a strangled cry as I feel the dildo hit my prostate while I peg his, causing Cam's channel compresses around me. He stretches one arm to the wall for extra support, muttering again , and I rear back for another thrust.

This one is just as brutal as the first, but since we're both expecting it we recover faster, and I fall into a punishing rhythm. One I vaguely register will test the endurance of my abs and glutes in record time. But my dick is blissfully unaware of the effort that goes into making it happy, concerned only with the fact that the slippery hole it's pounding into feels like nirvana. And since my prostate gets electrified each time I plunge inside Cam, it too is unconcerned with the rigor required to own my boyfriend's ass .

Speaking of my boyfriend, he's mewling incoherently as I hold my relentless pace, a sheen of sweat pooling on his back that has some primal part of me finding another gear.

The lewd smack of skin-on-skin echoes around us as we come together, almost like with enough force we could merge ourselves into one body instead of two. It's the physical outlet I needed after my fucked-up morning, but it feels emotional too, like going at it this hard will take us to a higher plane of existence.

Or fry my brain cells, seeing as it's trying to romanticize a vigorous fuck.

All kidding aside, my body does feel like it's vibrating on a higher frequency. Like it's building toward a release that will be otherworldly. And since I want Cam to feel the same thing I do, I reach around with my right hand and grab hold of his dick.

My thrusts are jarring him so much I don't even have to move my arm, I just hold him in my fist and let my hips do the work. A guttural moan rumbles up his throat, followed by a series of breathless grunts that match the pace of my pistoning hips.

"Oh, fuck yes. Yes. Jagger ," he groans.

Our sex sounds rival that of the filthiest porno, with grunts, smacks, and cries reverberating around the room in a lusty soundtrack that has my balls drawing up tight. That errant little thought makes me wonder if I can hold Cam's in the same hand as mine.

I give it a shot, and when I'm able to get said hand around both our nuts for a little rub, we blow. Together.

Cam's dick pulses in my hand as I plunge deep and hold still, toes curling painfully as my cum fills his ass. Vision going black, my cramp moves from my toes to my calves to my thighs, and I slump over Cam, letting his body support my weight. Only it can't. He collapses to the bed with me on top of him, right hand still wrapped around his cock while mine is buried in his ass.

I'm vaguely aware of feeling damp everywhere, a mixture of cum and sweat covering my hand, my chest, my dick. But I don't have the energy to care. My limbs are so numb I can do little more than breathe.

I'm in heaven.

My heavy eyelids are halfway shut when I feel my softening cock slip out of Cam's hole, and I muster the strength to slide off him as I pull the toy from my ass.

Cam has just enough energy to turn his head to the side to look at me, a dopey, sated look on his face, and I feel a proud grin creeping over mine.

"Why do you look so smug?" His words are slurred with exhaustion.

"Cause I owned your ass."

"Yeah, you did." His smile turns soft. "Feel better?"

The question sobers me, because while I do, I also feel a little like shit for relying on Cam—again—to make me feel better. This time with sex.

"Yes and no. Did I hurt you?" I ask, since I can't bring myself to admit how selfish I feel.

His hand slides over the sheets until it finds mine and he links our fingers together. "No. Told you, you wouldn't."

"I'm not just talking about your ass, Cam. My dad fucked with my head today and I took it out on you."

"He fucked with both our heads, Kitcat. And I wanted it just as rough as you did. For different reasons maybe, but I still wanted it." His brown eyes are so sincere just looking at them calms my nerves. And apparently, they can see right into my soul since he says, "I don't want to hear any shit about ruining my first time bottoming either. I loved every part of it. Don't take that away from me by attributing the whole thing to your feelings about your dad. He only gets credit for putting us both in a mood, not for how you wrecked me after."

"Fair. We'll give my dick the credit." He chuckles as I give his hand a gentle squeeze. "But I do have one question about what happened today. You said your dad already notified Coach and the police that my dad's in town. How could he have done that if we didn't tell him about seeing my dad until today?"

Cam sighs and releases my hand so he can cup his around the back of my neck. "I saw him yesterday, when Bennet and I went to get food." His thumb brushes over my jaw as he speaks. "I called my dad then and asked what I should do. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it right away."

"I know why you didn't. I'm not gonna lie and say it doesn't sting a little, but I know you only wanted to protect me. You always want to protect me, Cama—" I stop myself in the nick of time. "Cam."

"So, you forgive me?" His thumb brushes over my lip.

"For looking out for me? Always."

Cam leans into me and brushes his lips over mine, and despite the epic orgasms we're still recovering from, we manage to find the energy for another one before dragging our asses downstairs to make juice.