He stroked himself as he beckoned to Matteo, who moved forward and stood between Master Cameron’s knees, his chest rising and falling as he gazed on his target.
“What are you waiting for, boy?” Master Cameron said with a smirk, tracking Matteo with eager eyes.
Matteo tossed his head to move the fall of hair off his forehead, then leaned, braced his hands on either side of Master Cameron and bent to the Dom’s thick cock.
“Oh, yes. That’s very good,” Master Cameron said after a few moments of Matteo’s attention. He threaded his fingers in Matteo’s thick hair, then sighed, gazing down to where my partner was giving him some very good head.
Matteo made a whimper of pleasure as he went after Master Cameron’s orgasm with the eagerness of a pro. Matteo wasn’t often playful and impulsive like Vincent, but he was persistent and thorough. He knew what to do to get other men off, and he went at it like it was his sole duty—which it did seem to be, at the moment.
Vincent, Arthur and I watched avidly, along with a host of others, as Master Cameron became undone before our very eyes.
This was more enjoyable than I’d expected. As Matteo deep-throated him, he closed his eyes and whimpered. When his eyes opened, his gaze landed on mine. “Nic Walker, you are a lucky man.”
I inclined my head in acknowledgment. “I know I am, Master Cameron.”
Master Cameron crooked his finger at Vincent. “I’d like to kiss your other boy before I come,” he said.
I looked at Vincent with my eyes raised. He nodded, his face flushed and his breaths coming quick.
“Off you go,” I said, and Vincent approached Master Cameron and bent over the table to touch his lips to the older man’s.
Master Cameron brought his hand up behind Vincent’s neck to keep him still as they deepened their kiss. Then he pulled away to warn Matteo of his impending orgasm.
Matteo pulled off and stood still as Master Cameron jerked off, globs of spunk raining above the table and landing on the Dom’s belly and chest.
When the aftershocks had finished, Master Cameron tidied up with a cloth, and thanked Matteo for a job well done.
“Ooooh, fuck,” he said. “That was just what I needed.”
I stepped forward to let Matteo know how pleased I was. Before I could step away, Master Cameron took my arm.
“One moment, if you don’t mind, Nic Walker.”
We gazed at one another. Part of me was annoyed at being detained, but another part of me was intrigued by Master Cameron. He was only a bit taller than me. “Yes?”
Master Cameron gave me a broad smile. The skin beside his eyes crinkled with pleasure. “Thanks for allowing me to use Matteo. I wonder if you and Vincent would like use mine.”
“Oh,” I said, not expecting that. I glanced at Arthur, who stood beside a short-haired woman who had placed a blanket over his shoulders and was speaking to him in a barely audible tone.
“No, not Arthur,” Master Cameron explained. “I have another boy with me, and he has been waiting very patiently for his turn.”
Master Cameron slid off the table and gestured to my right, where a young man in nothing but a leather collar and a cock cage was being led over by a different woman, who bowed and gave Master Cameron the boy’s lead.
“This beautiful young thing is Finn.” Master Cameron shrugged as I stared at the man’s shoulder-length hair, that was an even darker shade of red than Arthur’s. Finn’s elfin features were spattered with dark freckles. “I have a thing for redheads. What I can I say?”
I smiled. “You don’t need to explain. I admire the aesthetic myself.”
“Finn,” Master Cameron ejected, causing the boy’s head to jerk up. “Show Mr. Walker your teeth and tongue.”
Finn’s blue eyes flashed irritation for a moment, then he obediently opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. His white teeth were clean and straight, his gums and tongue pink and appealing.
“That’s not necessary,” I said with a wave of my hand. “I know you wouldn’t offer me a boy with substandard…orifices.”
Master Cameron laughed. “No. I certainly wouldn’t.”
I glanced at Vincent. “Well? What do you think? Want to take Finn for a spin?”
Vincent did a double take at the young man, then gazed questions at me. “I—beg your pardon? Sir?”
