Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Slipping his hand down to wrap around his own aching cock, he stroked it with relish as Cam fucked his mouth roughly. But after a while, it started feeling like he was relishing what Cam was doing to his mouth, his own cock in his hand becoming barely relevant. He moaned and choked on the cock ramming into his throat on every nasty thrust, tears springing to his eyes from the intensity of it.
Cam gripped his face harder, his hips thrusting at a dizzying speed. “Fuck,” he grunted, thrusting into his mouth, again and again. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good—”
Scott squeezed his own cock and came all over the floor, his vision whiting out for a long moment. He was barely aware of Cam thrusting into his mouth and chasing his own pleasure and barely noticed when hot come hit the back of his throat. He swallowed reflexively, still feeling weirdly floaty and faraway.
When Scott regained some ability to think, he found himself already on his feet, supported by Cam’s arm around him. Cam’s other hand was fixing his clothes.
“You’re with me now?” Cam said, his lips twitching. “It’s the first time I’ve seen someone so out of it after a wank.”
Scott flushed. “Oh, fuck you. That’s how you show your gratitude?”
Cam chuckled, rolling his shoulders. “Thanks. I do feel better now.”
“You better,” Scott said, eyeing his dirty pants mournfully. He couldn’t believe he’d knelt on a filthy bathroom floor. “Nothing less than pole is acceptable after I ruined my favorite pair of pants for you.”
“Noted,” Cam said with a snort, clapped him on the shoulder, and left, his shoulders loose.
Cam got pole.
Chapter 12
@cameronrichternews Cam getting into the car before quali today. [picture 1 of 7]
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@camsuperfan1 Do we know who this guy in the background is? He’s always in Cam’s garage lately. Is he a model or actor or something?
@belle69 He’s not! It shocked me too—he’s super handsome and looks and dresses like a model, but he’s not one! Not to sound like a stalker, but I was able to find his Instagram. His name is Scott Palmer, and he’s just a random rich guy. A VERY rich guy, but not anyone famous. I don’t think he even has a job.
@camsuperfan1 Huh, that’s weird. I didn’t think Cam would ever tolerate hangers-on like that.
@huntbel4ever Well, he is pretty to look at!
@camsuperfan1 Cam wouldn’t even notice. He’s 100% straight!
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@f1wagsandfamilywatch Cam’s hot friend alert! Scott Palmer was at the club with the team celebrating Cam’s win! [picture 1 of 8]
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@hot4richter Oh wow. He’s so hot. Cam usually makes any guy next to him look plain (well, except for Bastien obviously), but this guy manages to somehow outshine him.
@beccyrich Does he have a girlfriend by any chance? Asking for a friend.
@polerichtpole lol, he’s gay, girl.
@beccyrich Wait, really? Since when does Cam have gay friends? Not saying Cam is homophobic but…
@belle69 Yeah surprised me, too. Cam is your typical F1 dudebro, and this guy is the opposite of that! Maybe there’s hope for Cam yet.
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“Is your WAG coming, Richter?”
Cam frowned and looked at Hunter. “My what?”
Smirking, Hunter waggled his eyebrows. “Your fancy pretty boy. Is he coming?”
Cam stared him down. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said tersely, though he had a very good idea. One he didn’t like very much.
“Oh, come on, mate,” Hunter said, his smirk growing more obnoxious and making Cam’s hand itch with the urge to plant his fist in his face. “The posh ponce who follows you around—”
“Leave him alone, you dickhead,” Bastien cut in, rolling his eyes. “God forbid one of you have a friend who knows how to dress.”
Predictably, Hunter’s attention shifted immediately to Bastien, his smirk turning into a sneer. “One of you? Good to see you aren’t even pretending anymore not to think you’re above us Neanderthals.”
Bastien examined his fingernails with a bored expression. “If the shoe fits,” he drawled. “I’m surprised you even know what a Neanderthal is.”
Hunter’s neck flushed. “Not all of us had a rich daddy who bought us a seat,” he snapped, glaring at Bastien’s golden-haired head. “Some of us had to work our asses off from early childhood to get here instead of attending fancy schools.”
“My dad didn’t buy me a seat,” Bastien said, his expression hardening. “If you’re going to repeat a pathetic narrative with no basis in reality, at least try to be original.”
Scoffing, Hunter fired back another insult, and Cam tuned them out. He’d heard some variation of this argument a hundred times before. Those two fought like cats and dogs.
Tugging at his bow tie, Cam looked around the enormous ballroom full of overdressed people and tried not to look as bored as he felt. Attending charity galas, smiling for photographs, and charming sponsors was part of the job. That didn’t make it any less mind-numbing.