CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO #2
Cameron kissed him again, his lips curved at the corners. “I didn’t say anything you didn’t already know.” He kissed him once more, this time harder, more heated. “Now, stop thinking. Stop talking. Stop trying to make decisions for me.”
“Demanding,” Asher teased, his erection going from half-interested to painfully hard in the span of a single breath. “Anything else I can do for you?”
“Yeah,” Cameron breathed. “You can put that smart mouth to much better use. ”
Asher shuddered, and a low groan rolled through his chest. “Bedroom. Now.”
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Finally , Cameron thought as they stumbled their way to his bedroom.
With eager hands and unsteady fingers, they made quick work of the rest of their clothing, leaving a trail of discarded shoes, socks, pants, and boxers behind them.
Locking an arm around Cameron’s waist, Asher molded their bodies together from sternum to hips, groaning as he took Cameron’s mouth in another hard kiss.
They had said everything that needed to be said, and the time for words had passed.
No doubt, no hesitation, Asher took what he wanted, plunging deep between Cameron’s gasping lips as he held his hips immobile.
Their tongues met, twined, and retreated, over and over in an intimate, familiar rhythm, a mimicry and a promise of things to come.
Head spinning, heart pounding, Cameron gasped when Asher pressed a hand to the center of his chest and shoved him onto the bed, following him down to claim his mouth in another hungry kiss.
Tangling his fingers in Asher’s hair, he exhaled on a low moan and arched up from the mattress, skin-starved and desperate.
“Condoms? ”
Cameron waved his right hand out to the side as he nipped and licked along the curve of Asher’s jaw. His teeth grazed the dark stubble, and the groan he received in return set him on fire.
“Nightstand,” he muttered, working his way up Asher’s neck to his ear and catching the lobe between his lips. “Top drawer.”
Gone was the slow simmer, the light itch of anticipation. He was burning alive, his skin tight and sensitive, his body aching with need. He didn’t want romance or foreplay. No sensual buildup needed. From the moment their mouths had connected in the living room, the urgency had only intensified.
“Hurry.”
One word, spoken in a harsh whisper, but it spurred Asher into movement.
Stretching out over Cameron, he reached for the nightstand, dropping his head and hissing when his hard length rubbed over Cameron’s stomach.
The grind of the drawer, clinks and clacks as he dug through the contents, the sound of cardboard ripping, then he was back, kissing a wet path down Cameron’s chest to his navel.
He dipped lower, bypassing where Cameron wanted his mouth most, instead kissing a trail of liquid fire up the inside of one thigh while he scraped his blunt fingernails along the other.
The moan that ripped from Cameron’s throat sounded raw and desperate, but he couldn’t care about propriety.
Tangling his fingers in Asher’s hair, he arched his hips, pleading without words.
Despite his obvious hints to hurry things along, Asher set a leisurely pace that left Cameron both turned on and frustrated. A hand cradled his balls, the touch too light, too gentle. Cameron grunted, pulling hard on Asher’s hair.
“Stop being a fucking tease.”
His demands only made Asher chuckle before he flicked his tongue up Cameron’s shaft in another barely-there caress. Then he repeated the process in reverse, sliding his tongue down the length, tracing the vein that snaked along the underside of Cameron’s cock.
“Relax.” With a wicked grin, Asher dropped his head, sucking just the crown between his lips.
Pleasure coiled in Cameron’s belly, but like everything else, it lasted only briefly.
Lifting his head, Asher laughed, clearly enjoying the torment he was causing. “Impatient much?”
Fuck, yes, he was impatient, but he wouldn’t give the bastard the satisfaction of voicing his frustration out loud. Fisting his hands in the comforter, he tried to remain as still as possible, waiting, watching, daring Asher to make the next move.
With a feral grin, Asher grabbed him by the hips, pinning him to mattress as he engulfed Cameron’s cock to the base in one swallow. His throat muscles constricted around the head as his tongue played along the shaft, and Cameron’s eyes rolled back in his head.
Holy fuck, he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t even pull enough air into his lungs to moan or whimper or gasp.
Every nerve ending sizzled, enhancing his senses.
The dim light from the bedside lamp seemed suddenly bright, almost offensively so.
Every ragged breath echoed in the room, unnaturally loud.
The musky scent of sex hung heavy in the air, filling his head and making him dizzy.
Asher set a torturous pace, dragging his lips up and down Cameron’s length, taking him to the edge, but never letting him fall over. His hands roamed over Cameron’s stomach, his sides, and down his thighs, mapping every curve and valley.
Cameron’s heart beat too fast, too hard, and his muscles quivered as Asher took him to the back of his throat over and over.
Long fingers plucked at his erect nipples while Asher fondled his balls with his other hand, rolling and squeezing, steadily increasing the pressure and driving him to delirium.
Then, everything stopped.
“No!” Pushing up on his elbows, Cameron struggled to speak in coherent sentences. “No. Yes. Wait. Fuck. What?”
What the hell just happened?
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Jesus fucking Christ, Asher was going to spontaneously combust—or embarrass the hell out of himself—if he didn’t get inside Cameron soon. Undressing him had been like wrapping a lightning bolt, all heat and electricity that sizzled and scorched and set the whole goddamn room on fire.
Eyes half-lidden, lips swollen, his cock glistening from Asher’s mouth, Cameron was a goddamn vision, and one Asher could no longer resist. Snatching up the condom from where he’d left it beside Cameron’s head, he ripped open the envelope with his teeth and sheathed himself in the latex.
Finding the small, clear bottle of lube in the tangle of covers, he coated two fingers.
Hooking his other arm behind Cameron’s knee, he leaned into him, opening him wider, pressing his thigh back to his chest. Those kissed-pink lips proved too tempting to resist, and Asher slanted their mouths together, thrusting deep with his tongue as he coated Cameron’s entrance with the slick gel.
Winding his arms around Asher’s neck, Cameron clung to him, moaning into the kiss and rocking his hips to rub their erections together. The friction, the heat, those sexy-as-fuck whimpers were making Asher crazy, and when Cameron arched into him and swiveled his hips, Asher nearly lost it.
Slipping just the tip of his index finger through the ring of muscles, he groaned in approval when Cameron relaxed and opened for him instantly.
His hands shook, his body vibrated, but he kept things slow, easing into Cameron’s silky channel.
It felt like eternity, but eventually, Cameron loosened enough for him to insert a second finger, then finally a third.
Just when he thought he’d go mad from need, Cameron whispered the most beautiful words he’d ever heard.
“Fuck me.”
Okay, so, not eloquent or romantic, but still music to his ears.
Bracing the hand under Cameron’s knee on the mattress, he gripped the base of his cock, lined up the crown with his stretched entrance, and thrust forward. Heat and pressure surrounded his length, squeezing him hard enough to force the air out of his lungs. Fuck, he wasn’t going to last.
They groaned in unison when he bottomed out, both of them shaking with restraint. Buried to the base, Asher stilled, stroking Cameron’s side in light caresses while he gave them both a minute to adjust. Apparently, Cameron neither needed nor wanted any such courtesy.
Digging his fingers into Asher’s biceps, he locked his free leg around Asher’s hips and flexed. “Move.”
Asher didn’t need a second invitation. He started gently, slowly building up to a steady rhythm that had Cameron moaning and writhing beneath him, calling his name between panted breaths.
His body thrummed with desire, sending electrical currents up and down his spine and spreading heat out to his extremities.
Each hard thrust ratcheted his pleasure higher, and his head spun as the sounds of skin meeting skin echoed throughout the room.
The world around him faded away, narrowing to where their bodies joined, and as the tempo intensified, so did his need for release. The muscles in his back flexed, and his thighs began to shake as he thrust deep and paused, grinding his hips against Cameron’s ass.
“Close,” he warned.
Cameron just jerked him closer and nodded.
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Harder, faster, deeper, rougher —Cameron didn’t care. He just needed more.
Insinuating a hand between their heaving bodies, he fisted his cock, squeezing the base and dragging his hand along the shaft, stroking in time with every bone-jarring, demanding thrust. It didn’t take much, only a couple of strokes, before he bowed up from the mattress with a loud moan.
He squeezed his eyes closed and threw his head back, growling Asher’s name as thick ropes of cream erupted from his slit to paint his chest and stomach.
Deep shudders wracked him, and he jerked his length faster, wringing every drop of semen, every ounce of pleasure from his body.
When he felt empty and sated, he finally opened his eyes, staring up at Asher just in time to watch him topple over the edge as well.
Grunting and groaning, Asher gripped the back of Cameron’s thigh, digging his fingers into the muscles as he thrust hard and fast, driving into him in wild abandon.
The cords in his neck strained, a flush worked over his slick skin, and sweat trickled from the damp hair at his temples. He was gorgeous, absolutely stunning.
His rhythm faltered, his movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated. His eyes screwed closed, the muscles in neck tightened, and a long, loud cry burst from his lips as he thrust through his release.
With a shaky breath, he collapsed forward, covering Cameron and burying his face against the side of his neck. “Holy fuck.”
That didn’t even begin to cover it, but it was as good a sentiment as any. “Holy fuck.”
Rolling off Cameron, Asher flopped onto his back with a satisfied sigh. Neither of them spoke for a long time, but no words were needed. Eventually, Asher pushed up from the bed with a grunt, wrinkling his nose as he removed the condom and tossed it into the wastebasket beside the bed.
“Come on, Cam.” He held out a hand, his eyes bright with humor .
Cameron didn’t move. He wasn’t entirely sure that he could. “Where are we going?”
“Shower, before I have to peel you off the mattress.”
“Too late.”
Asher laughed, the sound rich and warm, and grabbed his wrist, hauling him up from the bed. “Shower, then I promise you can sleep all you want.”
“You’re staying tonight, right?” He’d assumed Asher wouldn’t go back to his place until the following afternoon, but they hadn’t really talked about it. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself.
“If that’s what you want.” Asher watched him, studying his face intently.
Cameron nodded, and he didn’t even try to hide his relief. “That’s what I want.”
“Then, yeah, I’m staying.”
The way he said it, though, didn’t sound like a simple answer. It sounded like a promise.