🌶️ Spicy Short [Cam]

Cam's spicy short is here It clocks in at 3,705. (I will eventually code these into twine so it's easier to read, I didn't intend on typing so much up for Cam, but here are lol. I hope you enjoy!)

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It’s close to midnight when you finally arrive at the studio, woken up by a flurry of texts. Each one is more rushed and misspelled than the one prior, as Cam begged you to meet him.

His deadline for a major photo shoot was just hours away, and everything was set for tonight’s shoot - backdrops, lighting, nothing left unchecked - all but the model, who had called in sick.

You agreed instantly, no thanks to still being half asleep. You were so tired you didn’t even bother to ask what you would be wearing, which you now greatly regret.

Cam mutters something under his breath, his back turned to you as he adds more film to the camera. If you had to hazard a guess, you would say he’s doing it to not be reprimanded.

You hold up the thin white fabric, sheer, and delicate. Practically weightless.

Could this even be considered an outfit?  

“Cam.” You call trying to get his attention as his fingers stroke his ears, but he doesn’t budge. You add more weight to your voice, allowing it to come out firmer and demanding attention, “Cameron.”

His shoulders jerk and his head quickly turns towards you. Those two-toned eyes moving no lower than your face.

“Y-yeah?”

“This-“ you hold up the thin fabric, waving it around between your fingers. “-is what I’m supposed to wear?”

“Red I-“  He fidgets in the spot as he looks around, his eyes darting to the couch and the table. It was just you two, as the model prior was to bring their own hair and makeup crew. But since the model didn’t come, neither did they. “-it’s the brand’s new piece. I-I have no choice Red. Listen if you don’t want to do it that’s fine, just take pictures of me in it instead.”

You tilt your head, pondering it. The idea of Cam fully naked and covered in something so sheer. You can feel yourself begin to grin, trying to cover your face with your hand before Cam clears his throat.

He moves forward his hand reaching for the thin fabric, but before he can grasp it you step backward. “Ah, no it’s fine. Besides, they wanted you as the photographer, not the subject.”

His expression shifts in an instant, his brows knitting together sharply. He puffs his cheeks out, indignant as ever. “Hey,” he points a finger in your direction, “I would look great in that.”

You quirk a brow, and it’s all the warning Cam needs that you’re up to something. “Oh, I have no doubt you would. But you can’t hold a candle to me, Cammie.” You wink, causing Cam to roll his eyes.

“That’s a healthy ego you’ve got there.” He grins, as his eyes meet yours.

An expression you’ve seen on his face numerous times. It pulls you in and causes your breath to catch in your throat. The way his eyes lock onto you tightens something within your body, a familiar sensation, one that has become so common since you started dating.

The sensation of his hand gripping onto your shoulder reminds you to breathe, and you can’t help but shiver from the sudden contact. “You alright?” he asks, as he steps closer.

“Y-yeah I just..I need to get undressed.”

Cam stills, as if realizing this at the same moment you do. “Un-un-undre-“He stammers, his cheeks blossoming into a reddish hue. “Naked!” His eyes widen as his voice rises in pitch, smacking his cheek with a hand.

Is he just now realizing that?

 You had resigned yourself as soon as you saw that excuse of an outfit. You had hoped, as someone with experience of taking photos of people in so many different stages of undress, he wouldn’t freak out.

But maybe, it’s because this would be the first time he’s seen you naked. The first time you two had time together since making things official, and neither of you was to be called away by work. Instead, his work had brought you together, in a studio with just each other’s presence.

After several minutes of silence Cam turns, his attention on the various lights that illuminate the set. The backdrop cascades over the floor, a deep black shade. Standing atop the black flooring rests a tall dark grey table, and a white fabric cascades off the side in a waterfall of silk.

You steel yourself, taking in a deep breath through your nose, and hold it, 1, 2, and 3. Releasing it through your mouth.

There’s no point in delaying it further. You pull off your shirt, toss it onto the stool nearby, and the other articles of clothing join it. Each piece of clothing makes a soft thud, causing Cam to stiffen. The muscles bunch up near his neck, his shoulders pulling upward until there are no more clothes to remove.

You can hear the sigh escape his lips as his eyes scan the chair, from your pajama shorts to your shirt, and then linger on your underwear. 

It was hard to say who was more nervous, you as you went to sit on the table, or him as he braced himself to face you.

The chill of the studio causes your nipples to harden, and you can’t help but pull the fabric to cover them. Not that it helps, the brightness of the lights illuminates every part of your body.

“Alright, I’m ready.”

Cam nods, small and easily missed as he turns. You expect him to smile, to make a joke to smooth over the discomfort as he always does. But instead, his mouth falls open, eyes wide, and his hands grip the camera.

His eyes drink you in, starting from your feet dangling off the side of the table and slowly climbing. Slowly up your legs, from your calves to your thighs, and his breathing hitches as his eyes slide farther up.

They make a line toward your navel, slowly up to your chest, and your hardened nipples. His teeth pull at his bottom lip, sucking it in as he swallows hard. His Adam’s apple bobs as eyes linger, and his breath escapes in a soft trembling sigh.

He stares at you with a smoldering intensity as your eyes meet.  “Ready.” He whispers walking closer to you. His hand trembles as he moves to adjust the fabric, laying his camera down on the table.

“So…there’s one more thing before, ahem-“the skin of his neck is so red you could compare it to a tomato, you watch as that redness crawls upward, even the tips of his ears affected. “Before I can start.”

Cam pulls a bottle of water out of his pocket. “What’s that for?” you ask as one of your hand’s rests in your lap, hoping that Cam can’t see the reaction his gaze has on you.

“It’s meant to be wet.” He states matter of fact, nodding toward the fabric.

“Wet?”

He nods, dumping water into the palm of his hand before allowing it to drip onto your thigh, the fabric clinging in such a way that you can no longer tell there is any.

You shiver, as the cold water slides down your thigh and between your legs. “C-cold.”

“Sorry, oh wait shit!” Cam pulls back, nearly spilling the entire bottle of water on you as he lifts his hand.

“What?”

“Did…did you want to do it?”

In truth, you didn’t even think about it. The only feeling you had as Cam came closer was excitement. The room alone added a touch of sensuality, the only light shines on the two of you. You, who is naked, and Cam who has tried to discreetly readjust himself in his pants since he’s seen you.

This was farther than the two of you have ever been with each other, and something told you that you needed to decide here and now if you wanted it, wanted him. To finally cross that boundary of your previous friendship to lovers.

I want him.

“I…want you to do it.”

His face shifts through so many emotions, one after another. Shock, excitement, fear, and hunger.

Cam’s quick to recover, inches away as he straightens his shoulders. His expression was dark and sensual.

You watch as he dips his fingers into the top of the bottle before pulling them back out, he pulls one corner of the fabric up and places it over your shoulder. His eyes fall to your chest, and back up at you, questioning if he can continue.

You can feel your pulse quicken, as you lick your lips and nod. “Fuck.” Cam mutters as he reaches his damp fingers out towards you. His fingertip presses against your nipple, watching as you gasp, your hands gripping the table below you.

They’re sensitive to touch and hardened from the cool air. The sensation of Cam’s damp fingers pressing against them, and the combination of the fabric texture causes a jolt of pleasure within you. Causing you to lean your head back, a deep moan sounding in your throat.

Cam groans and increases the pressure tracing circles on your skin. “How’s that?” His voice is hoarse and full of desire, and you can’t help but flush under his gaze. As he sounds so eager to please you.mTo know that he’s causing such a reaction from just his fingers, his eyes watching every flutter of your lashes, and the way your chest heaves.

“Shit…it feels-“

“What?” Cam leans forward, his mouth softly pressed against your ear, his warm breath causing you to shiver. “Tell me how it feels.” He purrs.

“Goo- ah!”

Cam’s other hand rubs your other nipple, stroking it agonizingly slow.

When the fuck did he get so bold? Has this version of him been hidden from you this entire time?

“It feels good.”

Cam smiles, something wicked and carnal. His fingertips trail from your nipples down your stomach, as if etching your body into his memory. Once his hands reach your thigh, he slowly trails his fingers to your knees.

He leans towards you, tugging the fabric down to uncover your chest, as he takes your nipple into his mouth. The cool metal of his piercing mixes with the warmth of his tongue as he begins to suck as his tongue twirls along the sensitive skin. He takes his time tasting you, marking you. Bites and bruises begin to mar your skin until he’s had his feel. Cam watches you, as he rakes his teeth against the sensitive bud then releases with a loud pop of his mouth, and allows the cool air to tease you.

His lips glisten with saliva, the pure look of lust in his eyes a stark contrast to the blush along his cheeks. You can’t help but wonder how much of this cocky attitude is for your benefit.

Cam gulps, licking his lips before trying to say something and fumbling several times. “Spread your legs for me.” The words send a shiver through you as he looks to you again, ensuring that you want this as much as him, and asking for your permission.

You open your legs and Cam falters, that faux confidence brushed away as he mutters under his breath before sliding himself between your thighs.

There’s no hiding your arousal, and Cam doesn’t dare to avert his gaze. Latched onto the fabric. He dampens his fingers with the water again, before shakily reaching out to dampen the fabric resting at your core.

He toys with you, his fingers tracing shapes, and his mouth claiming yours in a bruising kiss. He kisses you like he’s trying to claim you like he’s marking his territory with each nip of your lip and each caress of your sex.

The shoot all but forgotten, the camera abandoned to the side. “Fuck, this is hot. You’re hot. So, fucking hot.” He says against your lips.

“Cam, I-I want you.”

He pulls back, his teeth scratching against your lip. “Wh..are you sure?”

“Nah, I say that to everyone who has their hand on my crotch.” You deadpan.

He mouths the word oh and you can’t help but flick his forehead. “Ow! What the hell was that for!?” He scrunches his nose, trying to ignore the stinging.

“Of course, I’m sure. We wouldn’t be dating if I wasn’t sure I wanted you.”

At that, he blushes, and he snickers a laugh. But after where his hand had just been, it was a bit late.

You find yourself smiling, as Cam looks at you with such adoration. He leans forward, his hands gripping under your knees, and pulls you forward. Your ass hanging half off the table as he sinks to his knees.

You can’t help but shiver with excitement, every slight movement, and sound causing you to anticipate what’s to come.

His hands support you as his lips press gentle kisses on the inside of your thigh, inching higher and higher until they reach your arousal.

His hand wraps around your thigh to hold you close as he sticks his tongue out, the metal catching in the light. You raise yourself on your elbows, allowing yourself to watch him taste you.

Cam grins as the cool metal touches your warm skin sending a shiver through your body, as you moan for him. “Ahh, is that why you pierced your tongue?” You reach your hand down to push the fallen hair out of his eyes. His cheeks are beet red as he tastes you, and his hands shake as you arch your hips to feel his tongue.

He hums in approval, a groan or a growl sounding deep in his throat. The room smells of your arousal, and Cam devours you as if you’re his last meal.

He brings you close each time, twirling his tongue. He doesn’t spare your sensitive nipples, his fingers pinching and pulling. Each time you feel like you’re about to burst he looks at you pleased by your frustration. He relishes in his name leaving your lips, in the way your legs wrap around his neck to pull him closer.

His fingers lubricated n his saliva toy with you, thrusting in and out in unison with his hand buried inside his boxers. He thrusts them slowly at first, allowing you to get used to the feeling, and then as his breathing picks up so do his fingers. Each thrust deeper and harder than the one prior. Each time you feel your body tightening around his fingers he stops just before you peak.

“Cam, please.” You whine, your body so sensitive that you’re unsure you can take much more of his teasing.

“What’s wrong Red? Can’t you handle it?” He teases, as he raises up yanking off his shirt. You notice his pants undone, his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers.

“I’ll show you what I can fucking handle.”

Cam’s smirk falls fast as you yank him forward, rolling so that he’s under you. “Wha-“You cut off his words, as your lips press roughly against his. His mouth opens to allow your tongue access, and you can’t help but groan as you notice he tastes of you.

You kiss him rough and hard. The two of you fighting for breath, as he moves the fabric that had fallen onto him. Your hands run down his chest, resting at the top of his boxers. He arches his hips, urging you on. “Red.” He whispers, hips rising again. His erection rubbed against your palm.

“What Cammie?” You slowly run a finger down his shift.

“Shit, shit. Ah, you’re touching it. Fuck.” He squirms, as he takes in a deep breath watching your fingers tease him. “You’re touching my dick.” He covers his face with his hands groaning into them, as if he can’t believe this is actually happening.

You move your hand and begin tracing a finger along his happy trail and he groans, “Ah, hey why did you stop?”

“What Cam? Can’t you handle a little teasing?” You lower yourself and grind against him causing him to let out a shivering moan as his hands grip your thighs.

“Red, I-I can’t handle it like you. Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” he asks so earnestly.

He knew how to get to you, always has. Cam says words of declaration almost daily since the two of you had gotten together. Never hiding how long he has wanted to be with you. in more ways than one.

The idea of him inside you, of him collapsing into a whining mess underneath you, spurns you on as you grind harder.

Your lips press against his jaw as his hand tangles into your hair. You allow your fingers to pull at the fabric of his underwear.

“Shit, shit. Hah, like that Red.” He trembles as you allow your fingers to wrap around his hardened member long and thick in your grasp, you tighten your hold around the tip.

“Look at me, Cam.” You whisper as you situate yourself over him. Each time you stop moving your hands it causes him to groan and roll his hips, practically begging for your attention.

It takes a lot for him to open his eyes, as your finger traces over the dampness on his boxers. He must be close already. “Wh-why?” he asks. His breathing is heavy, and his eyes search your face. You could see the nervousness etched along his brow of what was to come.

“Because I want to see your reaction when I slide you inside me.”

Cam gawks at you, saying something so inaudible you’re not sure it was even real words.

“Wha- you- you can’t say that!” He manages.

You can’t help but laugh, increasing the pressure of your hands as you allow it to slide to the base, and then back up to the tip. “Why not?”

“Because…” To blush in a situation like this makes you want to say it more; to say the things he has s dreamt of you whispering into his ear. The things he has dreamt about. “Because it makes me want to fuck you senseless.” He murmurs, an embarrassed smile clinging to his reddened lips.

“If you don’t look at me, I’ll stop.”

Cam scrambles, his hand wrapping around your wrist as you’re about to remove it. “No ah no no alright. Fine. You win.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Neither of you breaks eye contact, as you slowly slide onto him. His eyes drink you up, the redness of your nipples that he had teased, the bruise forming on your neck that he’s bitten. He watches himself slide into you, long and thick and finally filling you up.

Cam looks at you in awe, as if you’re the most beautiful person he’s seen, the slightest smile on his face as he watches your body taking him in. He fists your hair and pulls you forward crushing your mouth with his. The two of you only break contact when he’s fully in, and you allow yourself to adjust to him.

“You’re mine.” He whispers against you, for him to hear more than you. Cam peppers kisses onto your face, as he slowly begins to thrust into you. “Mine, ah..you always have been. Even when you were with, hah Chris. You were mine, Red”

Cam had always been needy; he had always been clingy. But the way his face scrunches each time he bottoms out, each time he feels your warmth surrounding him, he whines that much more. His fingers grip your hips even more as he begins to shake, his orgasm not far off.

You cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as he holds you tight against his chest. He rolls his hips, both of your moans filling the space between you. He begins picking up speed, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge.

Cam fucks you like a man possessed like this is the only thing he has to live for. He grips you, and clings to you as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. You’re clenching me, fuck.” he pounds you harder, the room filling with the sound of your skin smacking against one another.

You can feel yourself inching closer, that tightness in your stomach each time Cam enters you. You can feel it building, your body tightening ready for its release. “Cam, Cam I’m close.”

He growls, it’s primal and hotter than you would ever admit to him.

“Me too baby. Just a bit longer. Just a bit longer,” He smirks, “and I’ll breed you, I’ll fill you up.”

You chase your orgasm, riding Cam so hard so feverishly until your body tenses with pleasure and you see stars behind your eyes. Your body jerks as Cam finishes not long after, filling you up as he promised. “Fuck, fuck. Look, hah..shit.. look at me.” He begs, his hand cupping your face.

You meet his gaze as you feel him release one last time. He moans, and your name falls from his lips over and over until you’ve milked every drop.

The two of you pant, saying nothing as you soak in the afterglow, Cam still inside you. He strokes a finger down your spine, pressing butterfly kisses along your shoulder.

“Is this what you had in mind when you texted?” You ask.

“No! What do you take me for, some perv?” Cam widens his eyes, the corners of his lips dropping causing him to look truly sad. It doesn’t last long as you glare at him, and he grins.

“Do I need to remind you of the magazines in Em’s closet?”

Cam hisses, looking away from you and then back. “Think she found them yet?”

“No, but I’m sure I can go help her if you’re so worried about them.”

Cam leans forward, playfully nipping at your neck. “Nah, Em can keep them. I’m happy right here.”

And so were you, as you lay tangled in one another’s embrace. Your eyes felt heavy, and you allowed yourself to just be in the moment with him. “Red.”

“Hmm?”

“Have you seen my socks? I think I lost one of them somewhere.”

“You seriously asking about your sock right now? After that?”

Cam rolls so that you both can lay on your sides, facing one another. “What would you rather I say? That it was amazing, that I thought about what it would be like so many times. It never measured up.” He kisses along your shoulder, then your collar and finally your lips.

A simple thing, a kiss. Simple and yet exactly what you needed. Maybe you should tell him the sock is behind him on the table, but that would require him to stop kissing you and stop cuddling up against you as you begin to drift off.

Maybe I’ll tell him next time.