Chapter Thirteen #2
“Hey, you’re not going to lose me,” Cameron promised. He stroked Asher’s face soothingly. “Keep going. What are you trying to say?”
Although he still looked panicked, Asher leaned forward and brushed their lips together tenderly. “What I’m trying to say is—” He licked his lips nervously. “—I love you.”
Cameron forgot how to breathe. His hand stilled against Asher’s cheek, and he worked his mouth silently, but he couldn’t make a single sound.
There was no way in hell he’d just heard what he thought he had.
No way Asher Dare, self-proclaimed playboy and commitment-phobe had just professed to love him.
“Fuck,” Asher groaned when Cameron just continued to stare at him. “I’m screwing this up. I didn’t—”
“I love you, too.” The words were rushed out and a little jumbled together, but at least Cameron had finally found his voice. “You didn’t screw it up.” He shook his head. “Not even a little.”
“You…” Grabbing Cameron’s face in both hands, Asher urged his head up as he searched his eyes. “Say it again.”
Cameron chuckled. If he was being honest with himself, this wasn’t some great revelation.
He’d known where they were headed for a while.
At least, he knew he was falling hard and fast ever since he’d watched Asher comfort Natalie after her devastating breakup with that idiot Aiden.
He’d just been too scared and too stubborn to admit it, even to himself.
He wasn’t scared anymore. He wasn’t confused. He knew exactly what he wanted.
“I love you, Asher. So, you don’t have to worry about losing me, because I’m not going anywhere.
” Wrapping his fingers around Asher’s wrists, he held him gently as he leaned in for a slow, sensual kiss.
All the worry and indecision, the frustration and insecurities he’d felt for the past two days finally reached a crescendo, melding into one unmistakable truth. “I’m all yours.”
He didn’t care that there were people waiting on them downstairs. It didn’t matter that they were perched on a bed barely big enough for one man, never mind two. Oh, he’d probably care later, but in that moment, there was no space left in his mind for anything other than Asher .
“Jesus, the things you say.” Groaning, Asher dragged him into another kiss, this one hard and demanding, a savage mating of lips and tongues that left Cameron panting for breath.
Lost in sensation, drowning in emotions, Cameron didn’t realize they’d moved until he felt his back press against the mattress.
Asher followed him down, looming over him as he caressed Cameron’s body with strong, capable hands.
Fingers danced over Cameron’s hip and dipped under the hem of his midnight-blue sweater to skim against the skin just above his waistband.
Asher mapped every inch of Cameron’s body he could reach as though committing each swell, curve, dip, and ridge to memory, his touch tender, almost reverential. They worked together, removing shoes and clothing between heated kisses until nothing remained between them.
“You are so beautiful,” Asher whispered, his breath fanning against the side of Cameron’s neck as he brushed soft kisses there. He groaned, sliding his hand down Cameron’s chest and over his clenching abs. “Fuck, I love how soft your skin is.”
Even if he had been able to form intelligent words at the point, Cameron couldn’t have responded.
Partly because he could barely breathe, but mostly because Asher chose that moment to wrap his fingers around Cameron’s swollen cock.
Biting down on his lip to muffle his moan of pleasure, he arched into the touch, shivering as tingles raced across his skin.
When Asher inched down his body, Cameron thought he’d follow the same trek with his mouth as he had with his hand. His cock jerked in Asher’s grasp, a generous stream of pre-cum weeping from the head.
But Asher didn’t move between Cameron’s knees.
He didn’t take Cameron’s aching erection into his warm, wet mouth.
He just whispered kisses, soft and sweet, across the width of Cameron’s shoulder, his hand maddeningly still on Cameron’s cock.
It wasn’t stroking him, or really even gripping him for that matter. His hand was just…there.
Growing more desperate by the second, Cameron arched his hips away from the bed, pushing into Asher’s fist. It still wasn’t enough, not even close.
“Don’t move,” Asher growled, his voice deep and sexy with a touch of dominance that sent Cameron’s mind reeling. His blunt teeth scraped over Cameron’s right nipple in clear reprimand. “Ever impatient.”
Cameron didn’t want to be patient, though. He wanted relief, preferably in the form of an earth-shattering orgasm. In the beginning, it may have been about emotions and intimacy, but the longer Asher teased him, the more it turned into pure, animalistic need.
Asher’s mouth closed over his erect nipple, drawing the bud between his teeth. He bit hard, then laved the sting away with his tongue, only to do it again. And again. He licked and nibbled, tugging at the flesh with his teeth until Cameron’s nipple was swollen and sensitive.
Cameron groaned, his head falling back against the bed as indescribable pleasure assaulted him.
Every sharp pinch of pain ricocheted through his body, spiking his pleasure and completely unraveling him.
His cock throbbed painfully, so hard he was pretty sure even the slightest movement of Asher’s hand would shatter him.
“Asher! Please!” He didn’t know what he was asking for exactly, but he knew only Asher could give it to him.
Cameron’s muscles quivered with tension. His bottom lip was puffy and raw from the number of times he’d bitten it to stifle his moans. His cock throbbed in time with his frantic pulse, and his ass clenched, aching to be stretched and filled.
“No condoms,” Asher reminded him with a frustrated grunt. “No lube.”
Cameron’s brain kicked back online just enough for him to mutter, “Nightstand. Top drawer.”
Rolling his forehead against Cameron’s chest, Asher chuckled, but it wasn’t an amused sound. “I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but the condoms you used in high school are definitely past their life expectancy.”
“Just look,” Cameron snapped. Asher’s hand was still on his dick, and if he didn’t get some relief soon, he didn’t think it was too dramatic to say he was going to die .
Asher rolled away from him without comment and slid open the top drawer of the nightstand. Lifting out a brand new, unopened box of condoms, he turned his over in his hands and arched an eyebrow at Cameron.
Cameron felt the prickle of embarrassment start at his nape as heat rushed into his cheeks. “My mom. She puts them in Natalie’s old room, too.”
“Does she put lube in your sister’s room as well?” Asher asked, pulling out a small, clear bottle and holding it up with the box of condoms.
“Uh, yeah, actually.” He shrugged uncomfortably. “Can we stop talking about this, please?”
Asher gave him a heated look as he ripped open the box of condoms and pulled out a foil envelope in a lurid shade of red. “Did you know these are flavored?”
“Asher!” Cameron threw an arm over his face to shield his eyes and groaned.
A moment later, the end of the mattress dipped between his ankles. “Hey, Cam, look at me.”
Cameron pulled his arm away to stare up at Asher where he knelt at the foot of the bed. “What?”
“I love you.”
Just like that, his cock went from half-hard to fully interested so quickly it left him lightheaded and dizzy. He swallowed thickly. “I love you, too.”
Thankfully, it seemed like Asher was finished teasing him, because he wasted no time sliding on the condom and slicking his fingers.
Cameron felt vulnerable and exposed when Asher pressed his knees back toward his chest, but any self-consciousness quickly vanished when two, slick fingers rubbed over his clenching hole.
Asher ringed the tight rosette, coaxing the muscles to relax, then pushed inside, thrusting his fingers deep into Cameron’s channel.
“Is this what you wanted?”
His confident movements and light tone sent Cameron spiraling into a sea of sensation. A high keening noise erupted from his mouth as Asher’s long fingers thrust into his ass in a quick tempo that lit up every cell in his body.
“More. Hurry.” His brain overloaded, short-circuited, reducing him to a monosyllabic imbecile. “Fuck!”
“Quiet, sweetheart.” Asher’s tone had morphed from playful to tense. He wasn’t telling Cameron to shut up completely. He was just reminding him that they weren’t alone in the house.
Cameron bit down on his lip again to muffle his moan when Asher pulled his fingers free, leaving him feeling impossibly empty. He didn’t have time to bemoan the loss, because in the next instance, the thick head of Asher’s cock rubbed against Cameron’s entrance.
“Deep breath.”
That was all the warning Cameron received before Asher fell over him, one hand braced on the mattress beside his head, and thrust forward, seating himself in one, long glide.
He paused when his hips pressed flush to Cameron’s ass, presumably to give Cameron a moment to adjust to the invasion.
His heavy cock throbbed, and Cameron shivered as he felt every hot pulse ripple through him.
From that point on, there were no more maddeningly light touches, no more hesitation. Asher hammered into him in deep, powerful strokes, setting a merciless tempo that had Cameron struggling to keep his cries and moans at a reasonable volume.
The world faded away, leaving only the two of them wrapped in a haze of need and desire. The slap of skin against bare, slick skin echoed around the room, mingling with their grunts and groans, and every bone-jarring thrust drove Cameron closer to the edge.
“Fuck, close. Asher!”
“Quiet,” Asher growled. “Damn.”
Without warning, Asher slid out of him, grabbed him by the hips, and flipped him over on his stomach. Reaching over him, he grabbed the pillow from the top of the bed and shoved it under Cameron’s head.
Understanding what he intended, Cameron buried his face in the pillow and groaned loudly as Asher surged into him again. The change in position also changed the angle, and Cameron fought not to scream as Asher relentlessly pounded against his prostate .
Knees bent, ass in the air, his cock bounced in time with Asher’s thrusts, slapping against his lower belly to leave shiny, slick streaks across his skin. Holding himself up on one hand, he reached beneath his bowed body, grabbing his cock and giving it a couple of rough tugs.
“Yes,” Asher groaned. “That’s it. Fuck, yes. Just like that.” Asher’s hold on his hips tightened, and his arms flexed, jerking Cameron back on his cock as he drove into him. “Now, Cameron. Come with me. Do it now.”
Cameron was helpless to do anything but obey. Squeezing his eyes closed, he yelled Asher’s name into the pillow as he thrust into his own fist twice more and erupted, spilling hot pulses of seed onto the comforter beneath him.
Asher thrust twice more, then stilled, his forehead coming to rest against Cameron’s back as he groaned out his own release.
Cameron sagged forward onto the mattress, limp and weightless, smiling as he reveled in the afterglow. So, of course, Asher had to go and ruin it.
“Don’t fall asleep. People are going to realize we’re missing soon.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” he mumbled, turning his face to the side on the pillow. “Just a few more minutes.”
Asher laughed, carefully easing out of him and crossing the room to dispose of the condom. “Fine. Scoot over.” When Cameron complied, he crawled onto the bed and molded himself down the length of Cameron’s back, whispering soft kisses across his nape. “Just for a few minutes.”