by DJ Jamison
“Didn’t stop you before,” he replied.
“Oh, you brat. You think you’ve got me figured out, huh?”
I dropped the roller and advanced on him, backing him into a dry stretch of wall. He still held a paint brush in his hand and I snagged it from him.
“You haven’t been shy with your interest,” he said nervously.
I paused a moment, wanting to be sure that Camden understood something. “I’m sorry if I ever made you uncomfortable.”
“It’s okay—”
“But I’m a free agent, and now you know it.”
He swallowed. “Uh-huh.”
“So …”
“So …”
Tension mounted between us, but it was equal parts awkward and sexy. Camden was nervous. Hell, I was nervous. Impulsively, I tried to lighten the moment. I held out the paint brush to Cam, and when he reached for it, I slapped wet paint against his palm.
“Hey!” he protested.
I lifted the brush and stroked it over his chest.
Camden gasped and looked down at his shirt in astonishment. “You’re such a child.”
I grinned. “Yep.”
Lifting the brush to just under Cam’s chin, I slowly ran the bristles down his throat. Camden swallowed hard, and when I looked up, our eyes locked.
Mainly, I’d been aiming for a smile, but we’d rounded the block right back to sexual tension, this time without the current of awkward nerves. Something about dragging the paint brush over Cam’s skin, which I so badly wanted to touch, was incredibly erotic and I felt my body respond accordingly.
Camden wasn’t unaffected either. His blue eyes burned with heat, and when I raised the brush again, his eyes slipped shut and his breathing sped up. Instead of going for more skin, I raised the brush to Camden's T-shirt-covered chest once more.
I flipped the paint brush over, since I’d wiped away most of the paint on one side, and slowly stroked it down Camden’s chest. This time, though, I kept going until I hit the waistband of his shorts.
I paused there, allowing my eyes to take in the evidence. Camden was hard and growing harder, and his tight shorts did nothing to hide it.
I slid the brush over the bulge in his pants, and a small moan broke free of Cam’s lips.
Jesus, fuck. That was hot.
I slid the brush up and down the length of Camden’s cock a couple of times, and Cam rocked into the sensation. Despite pushing me away in the past, he was right there with me now. Knowing I didn’t really have a boyfriend made all the difference. Camden wasn’t pushing me away. He was sexy and horny and mine for the taking.
And I fully intended to take. But first, I wanted to give.
I lowered myself to my knees and dropped the paint brush in the can. I’d tasted Cam's lips, and now I wanted to taste his cock.
Camden opened lust-fogged eyes. “Reid,” he breathed.
“I can’t wait anymore,” I mumbled, voice hoarse as I popped open the snap on his shorts and slid my fingers in the waistband.
If Cam wanted to say no, now was the moment. When his breath hitched, and he didn’t say a word, I yanked them down. His boxer briefs came down with them, and suddenly he was exposed to me.
Oh, fuck yes.
Camden’s cock was slender, long but not terribly thick, and flushed a rosy red. I would usually describe a hard cock as looking angry. I didn’t think of cocks as beautiful things. They were hard and pulsing and ready to impale someone. But just like Camden, there was something a bit sweeter about his cock.
It was pretty, damn it.
Probably tasted good, too.
I leaned forward and licked the tip, the salty flavor of Camden’s flesh bursting on my tongue. I glanced up to see Camden’s eyes had fluttered closed again and his hands were pressed flat to the wall, as if to hold himself up.
I grabbed the base of his cock and slid my mouth over the head, using my tongue liberally to create lubrication.
“Oh God,” Camden whispered. “We really shouldn’t ...”
I paused, pulling free and looking up at him. “We’re two consenting adults, Cam. I’m single. Single. There’s no reason to deny ourselves. Right?”
I didn’t wait for an answer. The want was there in his eyes, and he hadn’t asked me to stop. I bent, sucking in more of his cock, and went to town. I couldn’t handle it if Camden called a halt to everything now, so I attempted to overwhelm him with so much pleasure he’d stop overthinking it and just enjoy.
My tactics worked, judging by the shuddering moan that followed. For the next several minutes, I pulled out every trick I had to give Camden the best blow job of his life.
To my surprise, Camden stopped me. “Wait,” he gasped. “I don’t want to come like this.”
I sat back and looked up. Camden’s face was flushed, his eyes bright. His lips ... needed to be kissed.
Without a word, I stood and grabbed Camden’s face, kissing him hard. We fell back against the wall, and I used my body to pin Camden in place and explore his mouth.
Camden was making broken little whimpering sounds in his throat, and I was so hard I thought I could punch a hole in the wall if I wanted. I wondered briefly if there was any demo needed done. Maybe ....
Camden tore his mouth free and shoved me back. He dropped his hand to rub over my cock through my jeans. “Do you want?”
“Yes,” I said, but before Camden could hit his knees, I grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the kitchen. He’d kicked off his shorts and briefs earlier, so he was naked from the waist down. When we reached the table, I grabbed the hem of Cam's T-shirt and yanked it over his head.
Fuck. He looked even better than the first time I saw him in that towel. His skin was a gorgeous peaches and cream, fair because he was a natural blond but with a healthy glow to it.
His shoulders weren’t broad and his waist was narrow, but he wasn’t really working the twink look. He had a light dusting of hair across his chest and down his stomach. Camden didn’t wax, and I wasn’t surprised. He hadn’t struck me as particularly invested in his appearance, even if men frequently wanted him for his looks.
With his slender build and blond hair and blue eyes, he was the stuff of wet dreams for a lot of gay men. Right now, though, he belonged to me.
I pressed a kiss to the center of Camden’s chest, then spun him around and bent him over the kitchen table.
Camden let out a surprised laugh. “The table?”
I pushed my cock, unfortunately still covered by jeans, against Camden’s ass. “Got a problem with that?” I asked while digging in my back pocket for my wallet and the condom and lube packet I kept there for bar hookups.
Camden pushed back against me. “No, but ...”
I tugged open my pants and pulled my cock out of my boxer briefs, feeling an intense urgency to be inside him. All the weeks of simmering lust had reached its peak, and my hands trembled as I ripped open the condom and slid it on, then slathered on lube.
“How much prep do you need?”
“Um. Not much,” Cam said. “I’m kind of a pain slut.”
“Oh fuck, don’t tell me that!”
Cam glanced over his shoulder, eyes wide. “Why? Does it weird you out?”
“No, it’s hot. But, you’re sure? You like a little pain?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. Fuck me hard.”
I trusted Cam’s words, but I also didn’t want to break him on my cock the first chance I got to have him, so I place two lubed fingers at his entrance and shoved them in.
Cam gasped and shoved his hips back to take them deeper, moaning with pleasure as I twisted and scissored my fingers.
“Fuck me,” he repeated.
That’s all I needed to hear. I pulled my fingers free and lined up my cock. Pressing it to Camden’s hole, still tight with very little prep, I pushed forward.
Hard.
Cam went rigid as his body was forced to accept my cock. Even with Camden’s ability to handle the pain, maybe even enjoy it, his bo
dy put up some resistance. I had to slide back and add more lube before lunging forward again. This time, I pushed in to the hilt, and we both moaned as I filled Camden’s body.
“You’re okay?” I checked, resisting the urge to start pounding like a beast. Camden might have said he didn’t need prep, but he wouldn’t be the first eager bottom to overestimate what he could handle. Or underestimate my girth.
Camden pushed back against me. “Yes, fuck, start moving.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed Camden’s shoulder with one hand, his hip with the other, and flexed my hips. When sounds of pleasure spilled out, I started fucking Camden with determination. Thoughts of anything but chasing that orgasm high, and taking Camden with me, fell out of my head.
Cam was tight and hot around my cock. His internal walls gripped and squeezed as I thrust. If he kept it up, this was going to be over too fast.
“You want me to come and leave you hanging?” I growled, while slapping his ass to get the message across. He was bringing me too close to the edge, and the brat knew it.
“No,” Camden managed between gasping breaths.
I leaned forward, laying my chest against Camden’s back and whispering in his ear.
“Do you want me to hurt you?”
Camden’s breath hitched, and when he answered in a whisper, I had to strain to hear.
“Maybe.”
“Well, maybe I will,” I teased. “Or maybe I won’t.”
Camden’s shyness was adorable. Here he was bare-ass naked, getting fucked over a kitchen table, and he was too bashful to admit he wanted a bit of pain to go with his pleasure.
I opened my mouth over Cam’s shoulder and grazed it with my teeth before biting down.
Camden cried out and pushed back against me hard. His body trembled, and I sensed he was on the edge of coming. I wasn’t going to last much longer myself.
Dropping a hand, I fumbled my way along Camden’s body, fingers grazing my own cock pistoning in and out of Camden’s body before I felt his balls under my palm. Grabbing hold, I tugged and squeezed until Camden screamed, bucking under me and coming in hard pulses.
I started fucking him hard through it, the tightening in Cam’s ass adding to my pleasure, until I came with a groan.
“Oh my God, Reid,” Camden said faintly, still shaking under me as he rested on his chest and attempted to catch his breath.
“You’re amazing,” I murmured. “Seriously never would have guessed you liked a little kink.”
I carefully pulled out, removing the condom and tying it off.
“I’m not kinky,” Camden said a little uncertainly. Groaning, this time in pain, he slowly straightened. I had gone hard and fast, and no doubt, Camden felt a bit battered now that he wasn’t in the throes of pleasure. “You’re the one who seduced me with a paint brush.”
I chuckled. “Fair point.”
Tossing the condom in the kitchen trashcan, I yanked up my jeans. Camden straightened and looked me in the eye. I could see a touch of fear there.
“What now?”
He could be asking me a lot of things with that one question. Is this a one-time thing to get it out of our systems? Do I want a relationship? Am I even staying in Fields? I didn’t know what answer to give him to any of those questions. I wanted Camden for more than hot sex over a kitchen table, but I didn’t know what the future held. I didn’t know how long I’d be in Fields awaiting Lee’s testimony date for an upcoming trial. I didn’t know what I’d do after. Go back to LA or start a whole new life?
I glanced at the clock on the wall, mostly for a distraction while I thought. Camden wanted answers, but I was limited in what I could tell him.
I winced at the time. Lee would be waiting at the cafe. I picked him up every evening at the end of his shift.
“Shit, I have to be somewhere. I’m sorry.”
***
Camden
Reid looked uncomfortable and edgy, and I realized I was a fool. He’d been attracted to me and now he’d scratched the itch. He was only in Fields while Lee waited to testify. There would be no future for us.
“Right. You have to pick up Lee,” I said hollowly. How sad was it that I knew his schedule almost as well as he did? I was here every day working on the house when he left to pick up his “boyfriend.”
Even knowing Lee wasn’t a real boyfriend, I suddenly felt like an imposter. Standing naked in their kitchen wasn’t helping. I grabbed my T-shirt from the floor and pulled it on, then hurried into the living area to retrieve my briefs, shorts and flip-flops.
Reid followed me, and I tried to ignore his gaze on me as I dressed. Then, because I was too conscientious to leave a mess, I closed the paint can and gathered the abandoned paint brush and roller to rinse out.
My hands trembled as I carried the supplies to the backyard to hose off. Jesus, we’d had sex where Lee ate dinner. That was so messed up! Even if Lee had no real claim on Reid, he didn’t deserve that.
Reid grabbed the paint pan and followed me outside. He must have noticed some of the storm going on inside me because as soon as I put down the paint supplies, he grabbed my arm to stop me from continuing cleanup.
“Babe, wait. I think I’ve given you the wrong impression somehow.”
I shook my head. “I’ve got no expectations, Reid. Don’t worry. It was just … a bit of fun, right?”
Pulling free, I grabbed the hose and went to turn on the faucet. I had to keep busy or my insides would come spilling out. I knew what I did with Reid wasn’t cheating, but I still felt like a cheater. Maybe it’s because I’d wanted him even when I believed Lee was really his boyfriend. Maybe it’s because I couldn’t be certain I could have refused him, even if Lee was the real deal. All I knew was my stomach churned, and I felt nauseated.
“I can see you’re upset,” Reid said.
“Don’t worry about it.”
I aimed the spray of water at the painting supplies, doing my level best not to acknowledge Reid standing by my side. He’d have to leave soon to pick up Lee. Eventually, I’d be alone and I could process what I was feeling better.
“I damn well will worry about it!” Reid exclaimed.
I gasped as he yanked the hose from my hand and threw it on the ground. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a hard kiss. The kiss was bruising, and it was comforting. Some of the tension in me unfurled under the heat of his lips.
“I’m not sure what you’re thinking, but you mean something to me. I’m sorry I don’t have all the answers right now.”
“But Lee …”
“Is a responsibility for me,” he interjected. “One that won’t last forever.”
He cradled my face in his large hands, forcing my gaze to meet his. “Camden, I don’t know what the future holds, and I don’t have time to hash it out now. But I want to figure it out with you. Give me a chance to think it through? Don’t run away on me because I’m not done with you.”
He kissed me again, more gently. “I wish I didn’t have to go.”
I sighed against his mouth. “But you do. I understand.”
He drew back a little. “I meant for us to talk about everything else you learned last night, but I got sidetracked. You’re okay keeping this secret? It’s important.”
I nodded, glancing over my shoulder. We were in a back corner of the yard that wasn’t highly visible to the neighbors, but if Reid was going to keep this secret we needed to be more careful.
“And you won’t tell anyone about you and me right now? Because that would pretty well blow my cover—”
“And turn me into a home-wrecking cheater? Yeah, I know. I won’t tell anyone,” I said. Before he could ask, I added, “Not even Miguel. Especially not him.”
He nodded, his eyes serious. “Thank you, Camden. I trust you.”
“Go,” I said, giving him a push. “You need to be there for Lee. I’ll finish cleaning up and then head out. I’ll lock up behind me.”
“You could wait,” he said ten
tatively.
I laughed. “Yeah, no. I don’t want to be here when you tell Lee we had sex at the dinner table.”
Reid grimaced. “Yeah, that’s not gonna be pretty.” He leaned in and pecked a kiss to my cheek. “See you later.”
I watched him jog around the house to the driveway and smiled. I couldn’t believe he wanted anything to do with me after that emotional display. God. It wasn’t like me to freak out like that after spontaneous sex. A relationship still seemed out of reach, even with Reid’s single status. I was still his Realtor. He was a client. It wasn’t ideal, ethically, even though my role as a salesman was a heck of a lot more flexible than that of a police officer or doctor. I wasn’t in a position of power; if anything, he was. But still, it wasn’t terribly professional.
I finished spraying down the paint brush, roller and pan. Once everything was moderately paint-free, I carried it inside and left it in the enclosed back porch before locking up and heading out.
Not telling anyone was essential to Reid and Lee’s safety. And I had to admit, right now it benefited me too. I didn’t even want to think about the reactions of other Realtors in town.
There goes Camden Lewis. He fucked his first client. No wonder they listed with him!
I pushed down the imaginary taunts, and headed out to my car.
***
Reid
I maneuvered my car into an empty space at the curb, and Lee jogged across the sidewalk and slid in. “Took you long enough.”
“Hey, honey. Nice to see you too,” I said, bringing out a bright smile.
Strangely, I felt a little guilty. Like I really was a cheater pretending everything was okay as he picked up his boyfriend.
Lee was just a cover. I didn’t do anything wrong. Except maybe have sex at the dinner table. That was a bit inconsiderate.
“Yeah, yeah,” Lee grumbled as he slid in. He was always in a bad mood at the end of a workday, so I didn’t think anything of it.
Lee slammed the door, and I pulled away from the curb.
“What the—”
I glanced over to see Lee wrinkle his nose in distaste. Then he whipped his head around to glare at me.
