23. Cameron

CHAPTER 23

CAMERON

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

I'm inside him.

First of all, I'm inside Dom. He's hot and tight and fucking hell, he feels so goddamn good. But also, I'm inside Dom. He let me top him. He's taking my dick right now.

"Move, baby. Fuck me."

Thank fuck. I was afraid to move until he was ready, but my entire being is prickling with the intense need to rut into him. I start with long, slow thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in, mesmerized by my dick disappearing inside him like a magic trick.

Dom's thighs start contracting, and he pushes up against me, taking control of the movements.

"Are you trying to top from the bottom?" I say accusingly, laughing through a moan because holyfuckingchrist this feels good.

"You're just teasing me now," Dom whines in a gruff tone. "I want to feel you unleash."

Coming from the man that is afraid to unleash on me, it doesn't really seem fair. But if I can show him how good it can feel…

" Fuck! Nyngh yeesss—Cam—There!”

I snap my hips against him, thrusting a little faster and a little harder each time, working up a sweat. When I get too close to coming, I have to change tactics. I've sometimes struggled to come when bottoming, but I know it's because the person fucking me didn't always care about whether I was comfortable. Emile gave no thought to whether or not I was getting off. I care more about Dom getting off than I do my life in this moment, so I'll be damned if I'm not going to make him come so hard he'll beg me to fuck him again and again.

My hands grip the back of his thick, muscular thighs, pushing his legs back harder against his chest. I rock forward and get up on the balls of my feet, changing the angle so I'm driving my cock straight down inside him. I know I hit my target with his first rough grunt. Using my grip on his thighs as leverage, I fuck into him, hard and fast. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, moaning, grunting, and heaving breaths fill the room. I can feel myself getting close again, too close, so I pull out and change positions again, this time kneeling between his legs and spreading them wide. At this point, I don't think there's a position that can save me.

"Oh Fuck, Dom. This is… Fuck , this is too good. I can't… I'm gonna come."

His ass tightens around me, and his dick jumps. Wrapping my fist around it, I jerk him in time with my thrusts, using his big cock as leverage to rut into him like the fiend I am.

"Fucking hell, your cock is so big," I pant. "I can't wait until the day you let me ride it. I want to feel this monster in my rib cage. I want to— Oh, Fuck !"

Dom releases a guttural grunt that I feel down to my toes. The muscles in his ass tense and release with each pulse of cum that shoots and splatters against his chest. I have to release his cock to keep my rhythm, letting him take over pumping the rest of his orgasm, while I grip his hip and lose myself in the tight pull of his ass.

" Fuck, I'm—"I choke out a strangled sound, wanting to stay inside him until the very last second that I can.

"Come inside me, Cam," Dom moans, reaching for my ass as I my thrusts get jerky.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. "Dom! Nyahhhfffuuuuuckk! "

He holds me against him while I spasm, rolling our hips together as I unload inside him. He keeps holding on until well after we've both come down, and I collapse on top of his chest, my softened cock slipping from him.

Dom readjusts so I'm higher up on his chest, smearing a trail of my cum from his ass, up this thigh, and across his stomach as he does. My chest smears his cum between us, until we're a human cream sandwich, two loads of absolute fucking bliss slick and sticky between us.

I never want to get up, I just want to lie this way until all the cum dries and our skin fuses together. Until he has no other choice than to carry me around with him, because I'm glued to his chest.

I giggle at my wayward thoughts, and then have to share them before Dom threatens to tickle them out of me. He laughs too and then licks my jaw where my face dragged through the mess on his chest.

"That was perfect," he says.

"So perfect."

Eventually we have to get up and get showered, but a quick clean up becomes twenty minutes of me washing cum from Dom's ass, which makes us both hard again. Dom nearly slips on the tile floor and hurts himself scrambling back to the bed to get the lube when I make a passing joke that we should have some in every corner, just in case.

I take his ass again with him on all fours on the floor of the shower, and both our knees are red and bruised.

For once in my life, I want to stay in bed all day. I want to do nothing but fuck and kiss and talk and fuck some more. I've never wanted to fuck so much. I liked sex before, it was a good distraction, and it felt good most of the time. But this…

This is something brand new. Something big and beautiful and addictive.

And yeah, it's the orgasms. It's feeling someone from the inside and knowing I'm making them feel good. It’s also having a partner that actually gives a fuck, that pays attention and wants me to feel just as much, if not more, pleasure than he does. It's reciprocal and caring.

Every time he touches me, or so much as looks at me, I feel like I’m something special to him. I feel like I matter.

But we can't just fuck all day, no matter how good of an exercise it is. Today is Dom’s dreaded photoshoot.

“What do I wear to this thing?”

“Anything you want,” I say, then waggle my eyebrows. “Nothing at all.”

“I should buy a robe. I’m going to run to the store and?—”

“Oh, no you don’t, big guy.” I laugh and pull him back in bed. “If you ghost my cousin, he’ll find you and cut you from stem to stern. And I rather like your stem, so please be a good boy and just throw on sweatpants or something. We’re only going across the hall to the studio.”

He huffs, and it’s adorable. When I tell him so, he lifts his head and gives me a side eye that could melt the paint from the walls. I snort loudly, then cover my face with both hands.

Dom’s booming laugh reverberates off the walls.

Just then, the door opens, and my cousin sticks his head in the door. “Oh no, you aren’t naked are you? Oh. You aren’t.” He makes a bored face of disappointment.

Flinging myself off the bed with a shriek, I practically fly across the room and launch myself at Antoni. Once we’re done jumping up and down like idiots, I finally pull Dom over, noticing that he changed into sweatpants while we were distracted.

“Hello, Daddy,” Antoni says, looking Dom up and down.

Dom turns wide eyes on me, and I suppress a laugh. “Go easy on him,” I tell Antoni, having one of our silent conversations through a series of facial expressions and eyebrow movements.

Antoni’s mouth drops open, then snaps shut and does a dramatic wave over his face. “Right. Professionalism.” He reaches his hand out to shake Dom’s. “I’m Antoni. Cam’s cousin.”

“I figured as much.”

“Are you ready to get started? I sent Ellis down the hall to set up. That’s where you wanted us, right?”

“It’s the studio where we rehearse, so I think it makes sense.” I look at Dom to see if he has any input, but he just looks incredibly uncomfortable. Linking my hand through his, I give him a reassuring squeeze. “You’ve already done the hard part,” I remind him, since he’s already done the actual interview portion. “All you have to do now is look pretty.”

He gives me an incredulous look, but I rake my eyes slowly over him.

“You better stop before you get yourself in trouble,” he mutters, pulling me into his side just as we’re walking into the studio.

“Damn,” Antoni says, coughing.

He looks pointedly at the other guy in the room and fans his face. The petite brunette, whom I’m guessing is Ellis, is wearing low cut baggy jeans and a heather grey crop top with a Tampa Bay Rays baseball logo on it. He laughs and shakes his head at Antoni, probably used to his antics since they went to college together.

“Hi, I’m Ellis. You must be Domenick?”

“Dom,” he says, dwarfing the other guy’s hand in his. “You a baseball fan?”

“You could say that. My husband and brother both play for Tampa Bay.”

“No shit?”

“No shit,” Ellis says, quirking a smile. “And you’re Cameron, right?” he asks me. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“All filthy lies, I promise.”

“Even the good stuff?”

“Probably.

“Cam, you and Ellis have a lot in common,” Antoni calls, unpacking what looks like photography equipment. “Ellis is also a power bottom.”

Dom chokes.

“What the actual fuck, Antoni?!” I scowl at him, and he grins evilly. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“What? It felt like pertinent information.”

“You’re a dick. Apologize to poor Dom,” I say, thumping him lightly on the back.

“Like he doesn’t know already?” Lifting my hand in a cutting gesture, I give Antoni the signal to shut the fuck up before I slit his throat.

“Oh… I thought… because…” he purses his lips. “ Ugh. You’re no fun.”

Dom turns to Ellis, trying his best to pretend there’s nothing untoward happening, and this is all perfectly normal. Which, for Antoni, it kind of is. “There’s a lot of camera equipment here. I thought you were drawing the portrait?”

“I will, but I figured we might not have time for you to pose for that long. It takes several hours, and that’s after we choose a pose.”

“Oh.” He doesn’t look like that would appeal to him at all.

Ellis pulls out a camera and plays with the settings, showing Dom some examples of how he’s done the other portraits.

While they’re talking, I walk over to Antoni and smack him upside his head.

“What was that for?”

“You know what. For someone so much older and more mature, you’d think you’d have given up on trying to embarrass me in front of my boyfriends.”

“So he’s your boyfriend now, is he?” Antoni has been keeping up with the drama unfolding in my life through regular text messages.

“I don’t know, maybe,” I say, trying not to grin like an idiot.

“But you’re not fucking?”

“I didn’t say that,” I whisper-yell, miming for him to be quieter. “We are, just… I’m topping him.”

Antoni drops the reflective umbrella he’s holding. “Do what?” he screeches.

Dom and Ellis glance over from where they’re discussing potential poses.

“If you don’t shut up, I’m never telling you anything ever again. No details. Ever.”

He pouts. ”But he’s straight! And you are the bottomiest bottom that ever bottomed!” he whisper shouts.

“Not anymore,” I say, unable to keep the dirty grin off my face.

“An awakening indeed,” he mutters.

“Are you two done gossiping, or can we get started?” Ellis yells across the room.

“Oh yay, Ellis is in work mode. My favorite,” Antoni sasses. “You should really pay an assistant, you know.”

“You volunteered for this,” Ellis reminds him.

“We both know I only did that so I could oil up the athletes.”

“Dibs!” I yell, before Antoni can even attempt to lay his hands on my man. Dom covers his face in his hands, shoulders shaking with what I hope is laughter.

“So, Dom,” Antoni asks once Dom is in front of the camera. My fists clench, knowing he’s about to cause trouble. Antoni likes to bat his eyes and act innocent, but he’s a lot more cunning than anyone gives him credit for. “When Cam and Dwayne told me about you, I got the impression that you were straight. But you’re, like, definitely fucking my cousin.”

Dom’s eyes widen, and he clears his throat. “We’re… together, yes.”

“So you’re not straight, then?”

“I guess not,” Dom says, shrugging.

“And you’re totally okay with that? A forty-something year old manly man that magically trips and falls into a relationship with another man without freaking out or questioning it?” Antoni raises an eyebrow incredulously.

Dom’s lips quirk. “I’m not saying it wasn’t confusing at first, but it feels right.” His gaze zeros in on me, eyes soft but serious, and I feel like I’m the only one in the room. “I’ve never felt anything like this before, and I’m secure enough in who I am to trust my gut. Besides, there are bigger issues to worry about.”

“Like the fact that he’s your nephew?” Antoni helpfully interjects.

The look Dom gives him would wither a weaker man, but my cousin doesn’t wilt for anyone. If anything, it fuels his sass.

Antoni’s grin widens. “Just saying,” he says, turning to look at the mirrored wall and fuss with his already impeccable hair. “But for what it’s worth, I approve.”

The photo shoot, at least for me, was actually fun. In the end, Dom seemed to relax into it. We even got some shots of both of us in various dance poses, a couple of which Ellis said he’d like to send to the magazine in case they wanted to use them. Dom was surprisingly okay with it, and I agreed as long as he sent me copies as well.

Unfortunately, Antoni and Ellis couldn’t stay. Antoni left to have lunch with my mom before he flew back to LA. He has a fitting for a runway show tomorrow. And Ellis sort of sequestered himself in the corner of my dance studio to sketch out some ideas while they were fresh in his head. The last time I went to check on him and see if he needed anything to eat or drink, he was gone. He left a rough sketch of me and Antoni whispering to each other on the bench he was sitting on.

Now that we're not hiding this thing between us, Dom wants us to actually leave the apartment and go somewhere for dinner.

"Like a date?"

"Well, yeah, like a date. Why not?"

"Because I already put out? And so did you?"

"For the first time in perhaps both our lives, maybe the point of a date won't be putting out. Instead, it'll just be about spending time with each other doing something other than putting out." He laughs at the absurdity of this conversation. Then he drops his voice and leans into me. “If you're a very good boy, I'll lick your cock like an ice cream cone for dessert."

"Or… we can get some actual ice cream on the way home, and I'll eat it out of your ass. The cold might help soothe your poor little abused hole." My smirk is devilish, and I know it. I know we should have been slower and not jumped into a second round so soon after the first time. I said as much, but he wanted it as much as I did, and I for one kind of get off on his hole being sore from me. "You're pretty lucky I'm not big like you are, otherwise you'd probably need one of those inflatable rings to sit on.

Dom barks out a deep belly laugh that fills me with a kind of happiness I've never had before. Fuck, I love making him laugh. And just being around him. And inside him.

"Your cock is perfect, and I'm just sore enough to remember what you felt like inside me whenever I sit down. Which is going to make the flight to Vegas in a couple of days really interesting if we don't slow down." My eyebrow quirks at that, trying to peek around the towel that he's holding in front of him. "Behave. And put some clothes on."

"I only have workout clothes here," I remind him. "Do you mind if we stop at the house so I can grab some things?"

"If I say yes, will you pack a lot of things and stay longer?"

"Maybe," I tease, sauntering past him to steal a t-shirt from his neatly folded basket of clean clothes.

"I think you have a pair of shorts in there," he says, not caring that I'm stealing his clothes. "And a few pairs of underwear, maybe a pair of leggings, too."

"I wonder if the laundry service is confused," I laugh, thinking about whoever goes through Dom's laundry to wash it all. There isn't a washing machine in his apartment, and the one in the gym smells heavily of bleach for all the towels that get washed. So he puts a mesh bag of laundry out twice a week, and they return it the same day, washed, pressed, and folded. I hold up a pair of my underwear. "They really iron your underwear, too?"

He shrugs. "Just be glad I specify no starch on any of my laundry." Which would be dumb, considering that, like me, he basically lives in athletic clothes. But the thought of someone getting stiff underwear back from the laundry service is pretty hilarious.

Once I've pulled on the underwear and dance shorts and tie off the t-shirt at the waist, I wait patiently for Dom to finish getting dressed. He's wearing a nice pair of dark jeans and a snug black t-shirt that shows off every muscular curve of his chest and biceps. I take a slow deep breath in through my nose and out through my mouth, attempting to not be obvious about it.

"Don't like it?"

"That is definitely not the issue here. The issue is going to be whether I'm going to need to borrow a baseball bat from Dwayne to keep all the other twinks and girly types away from you."

He chuckles as he bends to pull a pair of black boots on, and I realize that I might have hit a sore spot. Dwayne still isn't really talking to him. He hasn't even answered Dom's texts about their flight plans.

"For the record, I'd let you hold me down with one of those boots and do disgusting, degrading things to me." My eyes twinkle as all sorts of images flash through my imagination, of Dom standing above me with one booted foot on my chest while he covers my face in cum. "Fuck," I say, shaking from head to toe to dislodge those thoughts. "We need to go now, or we won't make it out of the apartment. We'll run out of food, and you won't be able to fatten me up like I know you've been trying to."

I wink to let him know that it's just a joke, and that I'm fine with the way he's been encouraging me to eat. It was hard to explain that I don't have body image issues, but that Emile had gotten in my head and that the issues with wardrobe had only made it worse. Getting started eating normally again isn't an overnight process though, and I've been slowly working up to more manageable meals over the last couple of days. Dom's been patient, even with the constant texts from my mother to check in on me, since I left my phone in my dressing room when everything went down. We still need to make a plan to go get my personal belongings, and I want to check in on Daphne, but for now, we're lying low. Emile could learn about the formal investigation into the allegations against him any day now, and it wouldn't be smart to be anywhere near him when it happens.

"Alright, let's go." It takes everything in me not to press myself against him so I can feel and hear the rumbly sound of his chuckle as he shoos me out of the apartment.

Dom stays in the car while I run around the back of the house and enter my basement apartment. After standing in my closet for several minutes to decide what to wear, I choose a pair of light grey skinny jeans and an almost see-through white button-down shirt. I turn my hair straightener on while I'm packing and quickly make a pile of things on my bed—clothes, skin and haircare products, a couple pairs of shoes since all I have are soft dance flats. Biting my lip, I open the drawer I keep some of my sexier playthings in and end up emptying most of it onto the pile. I end up packing an entire suitcase that thankfully has rollers because it's heavy as hell. After quickly taming my hair, which has been frizzy while I've done nothing but laze around the apartment with Dom, I add just a touch of cream blush to the apples of my cheeks and some lip gloss. Nothing much, just enough to accentuate what's already there.

It's not until I've walked all the way back to the front of the house that I think better of the makeup and try to backtrack. Dom is standing on the sidewalk that leads up to the house, talking to Dwayne about the photoshoot. Dwayne actually cracks a smile as something Dom says about Antoni, but I don’t hear what it is. I’m too busy trying to back away, but Dom sees me. His eyes light up, and he whistles, seeming to forget that he was talking to Dwayne. When he walks over and takes the suitcase from me, he doesn’t even mention the size of the luggage. He just bends forward and whispers in my ear.

"You look fucking edible."

"It's not too much?" I don't want to say out loud that Emile hated when I "dressed like a twink" or wore make up "like a cheap slut." Jesus, I can so clearly see just how terrible he was now that I'm standing on the outside. I only ever made excuses for him and changed myself to avoid constantly being berated. I don't have to do that with Dom. It wasn't even a thought when I was getting ready. It was only my own second guessing and remembering Emile's cruel words that made me question myself.

"You're never too much, Cam. You're exactly enough."

"You know exactly what to say to get my panties wet." I joke lest I get too emotional. Where the fuck has this man been all my life?

Dwayne clears his throat awkwardly, and my cheeks heat.

"How're you doing?" he asks sincerely. "He's, uh… taking care of you?"

"I can take care of myself," I remind him. "But yes, he's taking very good care of me." My eyes water with the force of my blush, because that could be taken a lot of different ways, and all of them are accurate.

Dwayne looks like he's either going to laugh or be sick. It could go either way at this point. I'm not sure if it'll soothe the awkwardness or make it worse, because it isn't something that's normal for us, exactly, but I run over and give him a hug while Dom takes my luggage back to his SUV.

"It's all okay, papa bear," I say, echoing something I overheard my mother say to him while I was in the hospital. It's occurring to me for the first time that Dwayne thinks of me as his son. He's not upset that I'm some reckless little slut chasing his brother. He's upset because he's worried about me. About us both.

"You take care of him, too," Dwayne says. "Don't let that hot head make an ass of himself."

"I'll do my best."

"Go have fun."

Dom takes me to a Korean barbecue restaurant where we order our weight in different meats and veggies and cook them over a grill. We're sat at a massive booth that would fit eight people easily, or maybe six if they're all the size of Dom. I assumed he would sit on the opposite side of the booth and try to play it cool, but he immediately slides in after me. We spend the entire dinner with me practically in his lap, laughing and feeding each other. The waiter even offers to take our picture and Dom hands over his phone, first smiling, and then even pulling me in for a kiss while the camera clicks away.

"You never cease to surprise me, Domenick Connor."

"I hope that's a good thing, Cameron Rae Stevens."

"A very, very good thing," I say, my voice dropping. Dom feeds me another bite of bulgogi, then wipes sauce away from my bottom lip, sucking it from his thumb. "You're playing a dangerous game, Daddy," I tease.

"Is that so?"

"Yes. You should probably count yourself lucky that I'm a respectable young man."

"Mmhmm. So lucky."

We flirt and tease and feed each other until I'm so stuffed I'm sure I'll need to be rolled out of here.

"Skinny jeans were a bad choice," I say, pressing a hand to my protruding stomach. "What? Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I just don't think I've ever found a food baby sexy before. I can't decide if it's a kink I haven't discovered before, or if it's just you."

"Just me?" I laugh and hook my arm through his.

"Yeah. I've yet to see you do something that doesn't get my dick up. It's becoming a problem."

I laugh so hard I snort, which makes us both laugh harder. A few heads turn to look at us, but I don't think anything of it until someone points their phone at us and snaps a photo.

"Just ignore them," Dom says, but I can tell he's feeling tense.

I scowl and mouth the word "rude" at the guy who took Dom's photo, which makes him chuckle. Wanting to give him some space while we’re in public, I try to pull my arm back, but he keeps me locked to his side.

“I’m not ashamed to be seen with you, Cam. The whole world can look if they want to, because I’ve got the sexiest, smartest, most beautiful, talented?—"

I push to my toes and kiss him because I can. Because he's mine. And because I feel truly happy for the first time in a very long time.