Wrap-Around

Mitchell’s control finally snapped.

He kept one hand locked on Cam’s hip, guiding the bounce of his body, and wrapped the other firmly around Cam’s cock. The moment his fingers closed around him, Cam’s head fell back with a broken moan.

“Oh fuck - Mitchell - ”

Mitchell stroked him in time with every upward thrust, tight and steady, thumb swiping over the head on every upstroke. Cam was already slick with precum; it made the slide filthy and easy. The couch creaked harder beneath them. Cam’s thighs trembled as he tried to keep riding, but Mitchell had taken over - fucking up into him with short, deep strokes while his fist worked Cam’s cock without mercy.

Upstairs the noises had turned raw. Claire’s voice cracked on a long, helpless cry. Gloria’s low, satisfied laugh followed. Something heavy shifted against the dresser again.

Cam’s eyes fluttered open, glassy, locked on Mitchell’s face. “They’re - ah - listening to us now too - ”

“Good,” Mitchell growled, surprising them both with how rough his voice had gone. He twisted his wrist on the next stroke and thrust up hard at the same time. Cam’s whole body jolted. A loud, unrestrained moan tore out of him.

Mitchell didn’t let up. He kept fucking him and jerking him in the same relentless rhythm, forehead pressed to Cam’s, breath shared between them. Cam’s hands scrambled for purchase on Mitchell’s shoulders, nails digging in. Every time the vibrator buzzed louder upstairs or Claire made another wrecked sound, Cam clenched tighter around Mitchell’s cock and leaked more into his fist.

“Mitchell - I’m close… don’t stop!”

Mitchell’s grip firmed. He stroked faster, fucked deeper, chasing the way Cam’s body was starting to shake apart on top of him. The wet sound of his hand on Cam’s cock mixed with the slap of skin and the unmistakable soundtrack drifting down from the master bedroom.

Cam’s voice broke on Mitchell’s name, high and desperate, as his orgasm started to crest.