CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Heart pounding, legs shaking, adrenaline pumping, Cameron couldn’t have pried the smile off his face with a crowbar.
Climbing his front steps, he stopped at the door and looked up at Asher expectantly. “What did you think?”
“Impressive.”
Asher had only screamed once. In all fairness, Cameron had nearly wet himself when a man dressed like a bloody doctor had come charging into the dark room brandishing a chainsaw.
Knowing the machine didn’t have a blade attached hadn’t stopped him from sprinting for the exit or yelping every time the motor revved.
“So, you said this lasts all weekend.” Placing a hand on his chest, Asher easily maneuvered him so that his back was against the door. “What’s on the schedule for tomorrow?”
“There’s a parade in the morning.” He scrolled through his internal calendar, but with all the blood in his body currently draining south, it wasn’t easy to think.
“Chili cook-off and pie-eating contest. Prizes for the best costumes and jack-o-lanterns. Tomorrow night, they’ll have fireworks at the lake. ”
Asher leaned in, skimming his lips along the curve of Cameron’s jaw. “Don’t forget breakfast with your parents.”
Damn, he’d already forgotten about that. “We don’t have to go. I’ll deal with my mom.”
“She thinks I’m handsome,” Asher teased, scrapping his teeth across Cameron’s stubble. “I don’t mind her company.”
“Everyone knows you’re gorgeous,” he panted, trying his damnedest not to squirm like an overeager puppy. “You don’t need anyone else to stroke your ego.”
Hands braced on the door on either side of Cameron’s head, Asher rested his full body weight against him and rocked his hips, grinding their erections together. “My ego isn’t what I need stroked right now.”
No further warning was given before Asher’s mouth crashed down on his, hard and hungry.
Fisting his fingers in Asher’s hair, Cameron moaned as he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue between his parted lips, taking everything he’d been denying himself for weeks.
Asher mouth tasted like the cotton candy they’d shared after the haunted house, warm and sweet, tinged with something uniquely Asher, and Cameron couldn’t get enough.
Anyone passing by on the street could see them, but he didn’t care anymore.
He needed Asher, and he needed him now. Without breaking the kiss, he reached for Asher’s waistband, his trembling fingers fumbling with the button.
A growl of frustration rolled up from his chest, but Asher just reached down and stilled his jerky motions, a tender smile playing across his lips.
“Patience,” he breathed, dipping his head to nibble along the column of Cameron’s throat.
Leaning into the touch, Cameron closed his eyes and sighed.
Jesus, they were literally pressed up against his front door.
Just a turn of the handle, and they could be inside, preferably naked and tangled together on his bed.
He couldn’t even make his brain function enough for that small bit of movement, though.
Until that moment, he hadn’t realized how starved he’d been for Asher’s touch, but now that he had it, he didn’t want to let it go, even for the few seconds it would take to make it through the door.
“Please,” he whispered instead, arching up from the door to rub his aching cock against Asher’s hip. “Please.”
Asher’s laughter was quiet and breathless as he brought his hands down to Cameron’s hips, kneading the flesh with his fingers, and insinuated a leg between his thighs. “So eager,” he whispered. “So responsive.”
Cameron’s breath caught in his throat, and he jerked hard, grinding against Asher’s muscled thigh. “Yes. More.”
He’d never done anything like this, never been so irresponsible, but he couldn’t stop himself. Asher had lit a fire inside him, and only he could soothe the burn. Whatever he wanted, whatever he asked, Cameron would give it to him .
Warm and solid, Asher’s hand slid around to the small of his back and slipped beneath the hem of his shirt to span across his overheated skin. When Asher’s trapped erection pressed into his hip, he choked down a moan while he fought not to come right there in his jeans.
“Asher, please.”
Bypassing Cameron’s lips, he skimmed his nose up the curve of his throat and nibbled at his earlobe. “Yes? Is there something you want?”
“You. Naked. Inside.” Full sentences were beyond his ability, but he hoped he’d spoken coherently enough for Asher to get the message.
The hand still on his hip moved to cup his swollen cock, massaging the throbbing length through his jeans. Asher hummed against the shell of his ear as he popped the button open and slid his warm hand inside the waistband of Cameron’s boxers.
“You’ve been thinking about his all day, haven’t you?” He fisted Cameron’s dick and stroked the flesh from base to crown. “I meant what I said earlier. It’s later, and you’re mine. Relax and let me have you.”
A gorgeous man was jerking him off on his dimly lit front porch, right where anyone could happen upon them, and he was supposed to relax.
Somehow, he didn’t see that happening, especially when he could hear the murmur of conversation and sharp bays of laughter coming from the Boardwalk down the street.
Yet, he had no intention of doing or saying anything that might discourage Asher from doing exactly what he was doing.
“Yes,” he hissed, his eyelids sliding closed as he melted back into the door. “Please.” The plea slipped past his lips in a quiet whimper as he bucked his hips, pushing his aching length through the firm grip.
He couldn’t care less if it made him look too eager or undignified. Asher was right. He’d been craving this all day—hell, since they’d met—and he wanted it all, everything Asher would give him.
“Easy, sweetheart.” The grip on his cock tightened, and Asher pumped faster as he scraped his teeth down Cameron’s neck. “I’m not going to embarrass you.”
Cameron had never had a boyfriend who called him by an endearment, but he liked it.
He liked it a lot. The pet name gave him a feeling of inclusion, as though Asher viewed him as his.
While he wouldn’t admit it aloud, he couldn’t deny that he’d always wanted to belong to someone, to have someone care enough to claim him as their own.
“Good,” Asher praised, sliding his other hand down the back of Cameron’s jeans to grope his bare ass. “That’s it. Stop thinking so hard and trust me.”
“I do.” He didn’t trust anyone like he did Asher, even if it didn’t entirely make sense.
“Good,” Asher repeated before claiming Cameron’s mouth again .
The heated hand around his dick squeezed and stroked, sliding up and down his length, more than a tease, but not enough to get him off.
“Inside,” Asher demanded against his lips. “I want to see you.”
The deep, commanding tone sent spikes of pleasure straight to Cameron’s cock, and his body reacted to the quietly spoken order without conscious decision on his part.
Reaching behind his back, he fumbled with the doorknob, never more grateful that he lived in a town where he didn’t have to worry about locks.
The door swung open, and he practically fell across the threshold, only Asher’s arm around his back keeping him from tumbling to the floor.
Kicking the door closed behind him, Asher spun him toward it, anchoring him there as he brought their mouths together again.
Stretching Cameron’s arms over his head, he gathered his wrists in one hand and pinned them to the door with a hard squeeze.
“Fuck, yes,” he whimpered against Asher’s swollen lips. “More.”
“Oh, I haven’t even started yet, sweetheart.” Asher nipped at his bottom lip and grinned. “I’m just trying to decide what I want to do to you first.”
Dropping his head back against the door, Cameron moaned as a full-body shiver rippled through him. “Whatever you want. You can do whatever you want. ”
“Careful,” Asher warned. “You have no idea the things I want to do to you.”
Maybe not the specifics, but he had a pretty good idea.
His heart beat too fast with no signs of slowing.
His hands shook so hard his knuckles knocked against the wood behind him.
The muscles in his shoulders and neck tensed and knotted until he feared his spine would snap in half, and his vision blurred.
Whatever would get him relief, and fast, that was what he wanted.
“I trust you.”
Lifting his head from his exploration of Cameron’s neck, Asher stared at him for a long time, his expression unbelievably gentle. “Jesus, those fucking eyes. You have no idea how you look right now, do you? No idea what you do to me with those eyes.”
With one hand still holding Cameron’s wrists, he slid the other down the back of his jeans to grab his ass, jerking his hips away from the door. “Do you want me to tell you?” he asked with a hard swivel of his hips. “Do you want to know what I see when I look at you?”
Cameron couldn’t remember his own last name, let alone form a response. He nodded.
“Lips swollen.” Asher bent to rub their mouths together in a teasing touch.
“Cheeks flushed.” He kissed each of Cameron’s cheeks in turn.
“Eyes glassy and unfocused.” He nuzzled the underside of Cameron’s jaw.
“Pupils completely blown.” He brought their mouths together again, a little harder this time, but still not enough.
“You’re gorgeous, Cameron. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. ”
It wasn’t a word Cameron normally associated with men, and never in relation to himself, but right then, with Asher looking at him like he’d hung the moon, he felt beautiful. “Kiss me.”