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Stealing His Heart( Nehalem Pack 25)(20)

By:AJ Jarrett


"Are you sure about this?" PJ looked up and met Kam's lust-filled gaze. "It will hurt."

"I know." Kam locked his heels behind PJ's thighs and pulled him in  closer. "But then it'll feel amazing. Now give it to me," Kam ordered.

"You asked for it." PJ pressed the tip at Kam's opening and once the  head was inside he thrust through the snug channel, spearing Kam on his  hardness. "So fucking tight." PJ tensed as little shocks quaked all over  his skin. Being inside Kam always felt like the first time, so tight  and new and mind-blowing.

"Oh … shit!" Kam shouted toward the ceiling. His head was thrown back, and his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath.

PJ held still until he got the slight head nod from his mate to continue  then all bets were off. PJ started slowly, but as Kam goaded for more  PJ starting to really plow Kam's hole. The pre-cum leaking from his cock  was so thick and plentiful before too long his shaft was gliding in and  out with no problem. PJ pushed up onto his knees and held Kam by his  hips, digging his fingers into the smooth skin. His grip was so tight  that his fingers were starting to go numb.

Kam lay writhing below him and PJ smiled at the wanton display his lover  made lying on their bed. PJ would have bet all he owned that never in a  million years Kam would have imagined himself in a position quite like  this, lying beneath a man, being fucked into a blissful paradise, but  here he was-his strong athletic mate, the man who had the ability to  make PJ fall to his knees and laugh at whatever joke he told. Kam was  his life.

"Flip over." PJ pulled out, then grabbed Kam by the waist and flipped  him until he was propped up on all fours. "I can get so much deeper this  way," PJ said as he thrust back in deep.

Kam shouted and raised his ass farther into the air.

"Look at you." PJ caressed his rough hands down Kam's trembling flanks.  "You love this don't you? You love my big cock destroying your hungry  hole."

"Oh fuck yeah." Kam moaned and shoved his ass back against the invading pole of flesh. "Give it to me, PJ."

PJ sped up his hips even faster. The headboard banged against the wall.  It felt as if the whole house was shaking. PJ wrapped his left arm over  Kam's shoulder, tightened his hold, and brought Kam onto his knees as PJ  fucked him. He ran his other hand down the center of Kam's sweaty chest  until he reached Kam's throbbing cock. PJ fisted the heated flesh and  began to jerk in time to his thrusting hips.

"Shit, fuck!" Kam screamed as he tensed. "I'm coming, baby. I'm coming."

Kam's convulsing silky channel sent shock waves of pleasure along PJ's  hard dick and into his balls. A warm sensation shot from his own cock as  he fell over the edge into pure earth-shattering ecstasy. Somehow PJ  managed to keep stroking Kam's cock, milking him of all his creamy cum,  as he filled Kam with his seed.

When they both were done, they collapsed to the bed in a sweaty heap. PJ  curled around Kam, his chest to Kam's back, never pulling his tingling  cock from Kam's wet hole. At times like this, PJ wished he and Kam could  stay like this forever.

"I love you," Kam whispered after a few minutes of silence.

"I love you too, Kam." PJ kissed the back of Kam's head. "I'd do anything for you."

"Yeah?" Kam shifted enough to glance over his shoulder at PJ. "So if I  ask you to clean up the kitchen, you're good doing that? Because you  know I made dinner so it's only fair you do the cleanup."

PJ narrowed his eyes at his mate and then shook his head as he laughed. "Way to ruin the moment."

"Moment?"

Kam pulled away from PJ, and his softening cock slipped free of his lover.

"I believe I just gave you some of the best sex of your life. Nothing ruined here, buddy."

"You are impossible." PJ leaned in close and nipped at Kam's shoulder. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Love me for the rest of our lives, of course." Kam grinned.                       
       
           



       

"That won't be a problem I can guarantee you that." PJ covered Kam's  mouth with his and slipped his tongue passed Kam's soft lips, tasting  every corner of his mate's mouth. Loving Kam was the easiest thing for  PJ to do. He did it without thought. They were made for one another and  PJ would never question it.





Chapter Fourteen




They won the game on that Saturday. The final score was four to one. Kam  had an excellent game. He had gone three for three at bat, one single  and two doubles, and he was on fire in the field. Not one ball hit his  direction got passed him, and he even helped pick off a few base runners  trying to steal second. The Saturday after that was more of the same.  The Grizzlies won that one as well. Kam's dads, brother, and best  friend, Carson, all agreed about how much better Kam played. Kam had to  surmise it was because playing for his mate had made him strive to do  better with each play.

After the games Kam showered and changed in the locker room. He even  hung out with his teammates down at the local diner to celebrate. He  didn't want to, but PJ insisted that he go, saying it was good for him  to bond with his teammates, but he was also told to get his ass back to  the house afterward. It made it really hard for Kam to relax when he was  with his teammates. His dick was half-hard the whole night, and when he  finally went home, he couldn't get there quick enough. He barely got  through the door before PJ was down on his knees sucking his cock until  it erupted.

Home-that was another thing that had changed. They'd been doing well  keeping their relationship a secret from the rest of the world, but it  was starting to wear on both of them. Kam compared what they had to go  through to what it must be like for a gay person to be in the closet,  but in his and PJ's case they wanted to live out and proud but just  couldn't.

Kam had brought over the majority of his clothes and personal items to  PJ's. PJ's living out in the middle of nowhere kind of helped hide their  living arrangement. Kam still had his dorm room, and he'd start most  nights off in his own bed until he knew it was safe to sneak out and get  to PJ's. It was getting a little tiring and annoying having to rush  back to his dorm before anyone else woke up. Kam wasn't looking forward  to winter. The trek between his dorm and PJ's house wasn't to awfully  long, but it was still a good fifteen miles. Making that trip in the  snow wasn't very appealing.

"Hey, Kam, wait up." Kam stopped and turned around to see Killian walking toward him.

This had been another thing that had changed in the past two weeks.  Killian had started to be nice to him, well saying nice might be going a  bit too far. Killian had been less of a dick to him. Both Kam and his  cougar were wary of this, but Kam was willing to give his fellow  teammate the benefit of the doubt. From what Kam saw, Killian had more  enemies then friends on the team.

"What's up, Killian?" Kam shifted his backpack on his shoulders. He just  come from sociology glass and had his psychology class later that  afternoon.

"Nothing." Killian shook his head. "Just wanted to say hi."

"Okay. Hi." Kam rocked back on his heels, still not sure what to say. They weren't friends by no means.

"Look, man, I'm trying here, okay." Killian admitted.

Killian looked off to his left and his lips moved as if he were talking to himself but Kam didn't hear what he said.

"I know I'm a dick and I'm trying to change that. But, dude, you've got  to see where I'm coming from. It's my senior year and not starting hurts  my chances of being scouted."

"So what? You think treating the whole team like shit is going to help  you?" Kam tilted his head to the side, trying his best to understand  this guy's way of thinking. "Not to be a jerk about it, but who plays  where and when is out of my control as well as the rest of the teams.  The coaches make the decisions, Killian."

"I know that," Killian snapped but his face softened. "It's just frustrating is all."

"I get that, but no use being miserable." Kam reached out to pat Killian  on the upper bicep. "I'm sure if you concentrate less on being pissed  off and more on playing you'll get back in the starting line up before  spring ball starts."

"Man." Killian laughed. "You are way too nice, bro."

"Nah." Kam shook his head. "Just telling you what I'd say to any other  player. And it's the truth." Kam's phone went off with a text message,  and he excused himself and told Killian he'd seem him at practice.                       
       
           



       

The text was from Carson inviting Kam to Boston's and Lucas's baseball  game later that afternoon. Boston and Lucas were both thirteen and were  in junior high, eighth graders this year. Boston had moved to Silver  Creek with his brothers Knox and Raleigh and lived in a neighborhood not  far from Kam's dads. Lucas was Carson's cousin. Carson's uncle Holden  and his mate Ethan had adopted Lucas when he was just a baby.