22. Sam

The first thing I noticed was a heavy weight across my stomach. The second thing was a light puff of air against my neck. Third, the leg curled around me.

Cameron.

My eyes blinked open, and I smiled at the way his body was pressed up tightly to mine. I usually slept on my back, so my position wasn't unusual, but the man lying in bed beside me was the best kind of surprise.

As the first rays of dawn filtered in through the partially open curtains, I just stared at him, memorizing every inch of his skin. I couldn't believe this beautiful man wanted me. I couldn't have imagined better sex than we'd had last night. I couldn't help but want this man by my side for the rest of my life.

It was undeniable now. Cameron was destined to be mine.

I never wanted to leave this moment—I wanted to bask in the presence of this beautiful, incredible, sexy man forever.

Because soon, real life would kick back in. I'd have to get up in a little while to go to work, and Cameron would get back to work on his next brilliant novel. The brilliant part was a given. I had no doubt about that.

He stirred in his sleep, and I pulled him closer with the arm I had wrapped around his back, shaking off the morose thoughts. I didn't want to wake him—he looked so adorable asleep. This moment was too perfect to interrupt.

But the movement did wake him, and while I mourned the loss of how sweet he looked in slumber, I rejoiced that I could enjoy his presence a little longer. It was still early.

"Hi," he mumbled, smiling over at me.

I smiled back, holding his sleepy gaze. "Hi, yourself. Sleep well?"

He shifted beside me, snuggling in closer, and hummed. "Mm, yes. Best I have in years, actually."

I blinked. "Um, wow. Me, too, now that I think about it."

Cameron stretched, twisting onto his back. Then he winced and let out a sharp hiss.

"Oh, sorry about that." His eyes found mine, and I took the opportunity to wiggle my eyebrows at him. "But also, not sorry at all."

He narrowed his eyes at me, but I could tell he was fighting a smile. "Your inner sadist is showing."

I grinned unabashedly. "Thank you for noticing."

He cracked up, his body folding in on itself as he shook. I started laughing with him, pulling him back on his side to take the pressure off his sensitive ass. I'd rubbed some lotion on it before we'd fallen asleep, but I needed to do it again before I left. I might push my boy, make him hurt for me, but I would always take care of him.

Our laughter quieted, and my mood instantly sobered as I considered where we went from here. Was he as serious about this as I was? Or was this just a one-night stand sort of thing? He seemed into me at the coffee shop and back at the yoga studio and the club, sure, but was he still in that headspace today?

What if he didn't want me again? What if this was the last time I'd be with him like this?

Cameron stirred beside me, bringing me back to the moment. I couldn't believe I was already imagining our demise when I had the most perfect man in bed with me right now.

I pulled him close, kissing the top of his head. "How are you feeling about last night?"

I was a coward. I should've straight up asked if he wanted to continue this, if last night was okay, but as I often did, I tiptoed around the subject, trying to feel him out. I was on track to win an award for the world's most low-key asshat.

But then he smiled, closing his eyes and humming again. "Best night ever. Need a repeat. Multiple repeats."

My heart stuttered at the significance of what he was offering. Was he truly up for seeing where this could go? For real? "Seriously?"

Cameron's eyes opened and found my gaze. "Of course. When a guy makes you orgasm four times in one night and spanks your ass red, you don't let him go."

I laughed, throwing my head back. "So it's safe to say you enjoyed that?"

He nodded fervently. "Fuck, yes. Every single part."

My exhale made his thick blond hair dance. "Oh, good. Because I did, too. The spanking, the humiliation, how you hurt for me, controlling your orgasms, calling you ‘boy' . . . it was all hot as hell. I mean, shit, man—no offense, but that was even hotter than the scenes in your books."

His eyes danced. "Guess I need to up my game, then. Probably need to keep this up so I can experiment, find what works. You know, for research."

I groaned, palming my hard dick. "Fuck, boy."

He grinned. "Is that a yes, then, Daddy?"

I cursed under my breath. "Of course, it's a yes. I'd be a damn fool to say no." And then, my heart hammering in my chest, I took a leap. "But only if you keep calling me Daddy."

Cameron's entire being smiled. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

I pulled him into a hug that should've been awkward given our position but was anything but. Then I leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead before I pulled back to once again look into his eyes. "So . . . any thoughts about how you'd like to spend the morning?" I let all the lust I was feeling flare in my gaze, hoping he'd see it.

His seemingly involuntary shiver told me I was successful. He pushed up on his hands and knees, throwing the sheets at our feet, and moved down my naked body to sit between my legs. I swallowed as I stared at him, my eyes tracking his every movement.

"I want to suck you off, Sam. Please, Daddy?"

"Fuck." My eyes squeezed shut for only a second, then I opened them to find his heated gaze again, his expression gentle as he waited for my consent. "Hell yes, Cameron. Make me come."

Cameron's head descended, and I gasped when I felt myself being sucked into his wet heat. I still was getting used to my t-dick, as Cameron called his, and I'd been worried that someone paying it any attention would be extremely dysphoric for me. But when I saw the desire flash in Cameron's eyes the instant they took me in, truly saw me bare for him, all that flew out the window. And his mouth on my dick right now was fucking blowing my mind.

I'd let him do this all day.

My orgasm built quickly, cresting so suddenly I barely had any warning. I shouted out "Cameron!" before I released, my back arching off the bed, my dick sucked fully into his mouth, his nose buried in the curly patch of hair surrounding it.

When I finally stopped writhing, he pulled off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like a goddamned sex god. His smirk nearly set me off again.

"What about you?"

He shrugged, flopping down beside me again and resting on his hip, resuming his earlier position. "I'm still worn out from last night." His beautiful eyelashes fluttered closed. "But I wouldn't say no to a bath or a massage or something."

I chuckled, leaning up to glance at the clock. I didn't need to start work for at least three hours, so we had plenty of time. "How about both?"

His eyes popped open, and he grinned. "That sounds perfect."

***

After a luxurious dual bath focused on my boy and lotion reapplied to his gorgeous, still-pink ass—with an added back massage, as requested—Cameron headed to his homey kitchen to make us some breakfast while I took a hot shower. Last night had used muscles I wasn't even aware I had; I would need to spend a lot more time at the gym to become the top I was meant to be. Fucking was a lot of work.

When I stepped out of the shower, I heard singing. Well, I supposed one might be tricked into calling it that. Boisterous, top-of-his-lungs pop lyrics soared through the house, bringing a grin to my face.

His voice was truly terrible.

I dried off and dressed quickly because I had to get my arms around my tone-deaf boy. He was fucking adorable.

"Hey."

Cameron jumped at the sound of my voice, and his song cut off abruptly when he spun from where he was scrambling eggs at the stove. Prickles—the cat I'd only seen from a distance when I walked through the living room late last night—was nowhere to be found, probably as far away from my boy's horrendous singing voice as he could manage to get. "Oh! Hey." He smiled at me, and the sight took my breath away. God, I was so gone for him.

I grinned back, scrubbing a hand through my damp hair and deliberately choosing to ignore his lack of vocal chops. "That smells good."

He grinned at the compliment and turned back to the stove. "Thanks. It'll be ready in a couple of minutes. Would you like to grab some orange juice for us?"

I smiled warmly, loving the domesticity of this moment. "Sure."

He nodded at the cabinet where the glasses were stored, and I easily found the orange juice in the fridge and poured it. By the time I did, he was buttering the last of the toast and plating the eggs. I carried the full glasses over to the table as he set it with the plates. After bringing over a couple of forks, he motioned at the chair next to where I stood. I sat, my entire body relaxing into it. I was sure the smile on my face was permanent at this point.

Breakfast was a wonderfully normal affair, and it seemed Cameron couldn't stop smiling, either. I reluctantly pushed away from the table when I took the last bite—work was calling my name. It was Friday, but I'd left my work computer at home. Besides, it would be weird to crash at your hookup's—boyfriend's?—place and work from home the day after you got together. Wouldn't it?

"So, Cameron," I started after he walked me to his front door, tucking my fingers in the waistband of the sexy gray sweatpants he'd donned earlier and pulling him closer. "You have any plans next weekend?"

His eyes were wide as he shook his head slowly. "None."

"Go on a date with me." I wasn't sure where my confidence had come from, but given the way Cameron swallowed and leaned in, he was into it.

"Okay."

"Yeah?"

He flashed a smirk that made my dick jerk despite its extracurricular activities over the last twelve hours. "Yeah."

I leaned in, pressing a lingering, closed-mouth kiss to his soft lips. "Good." I grinned, opening the door and stepping out onto his front porch before I delivered my parting line. "I can't wait."