Chapter Seventeen
MARS
I pulled Cam close, covering his mouth with mine as I gave up trying to resist the raging desire that had me grappling with my own sanity all day.
He slid his hands slowly up my chest to my shoulders, winding his arms around my neck.
I bore him down to the bed, stretching out over him as he spread his legs, making room for me.
His body was lithe and slender, yet he didn’t feel fragile or weaker than me.
I pushed my tongue into his mouth, and he opened hungrily as I deepened the kiss, loving the taste of him.
My head was spinning as my heart started racing.
Getting more involved with Cam was probably a bloody awful idea but I couldn’t ignore the damn pull he’d had on me all day.
It was like trying to fight a rare earth magnet, dragging me inexorably toward him.
There was nowhere to go, except to get so close to him, that there was no daylight between us.
There was so much more to this beautiful man than he showed the world.
I wanted him to open up to me and tell me everything he was feeling, and with every touch of his hands and thrust of his hips, I felt closer to him.
Which made a complete bollocks of what I’d been feeling earlier about him. Fuck me.
He arched off the bed beneath me, and never mind what I’d thought earlier, I responded in kind, grinding down on him, wanting to leave no doubt in his mind that I was enjoying this as much as he was.
Cam groaned into my mouth, sucking on my tongue as he writhed beneath me, making my cock hard, and leaking profusely.
He simply had that effect on me. I couldn’t ignore how much I loved his confidence.
There was something about the way he’d come onto me again, making the first move, that made me believe he’d always take what he wanted.
I felt quite chuffed with that little tidbit of knowledge about him.
I’d fallen right into the trap he’d set, but I didn’t care.
All I wanted at the moment was to be inside him, pounding away, and shooting up into him until I made him mine.
He was already mine in so many ways, this was just … Fuck me. No. It was just hot sex.
I slanted my mouth over his, snogging him as though my life depended on it, needing him desperately.
He moaned beneath me, dragging blunt nails across my back in long, stinging lines.
I didn’t care. The twinge of pain seemed to make it so much sweeter, made me kiss him harder, thrusting my tongue against his until he whimpered.
He slid his hands over my shoulders to the back of my neck and into my hair, digging his nails in since the short cut didn’t give him anything to grab.
Shivers raced down my spine as my cock throbbed inside my jeans, rubbing against my underpants and the zipper jammed against it.
I broke the kiss abruptly, gulping in air and panting as he heaved below me.
I sat up, never breaking my stare with his as I reached for my belt, yanking it open.
He smiled gently, reaching out to help as I separated the belt, letting it hang loose as I pulled off my leather bomber jacket and tossed it aside.
It hit the other bed and slid off. I pulled my Henley over my head and sat up.
His rock-hard erection sprung up, tenting the towel as I squatted to pull off my shoes and socks.
I shucked my jeans and underpants before crawling back onto the bed and grabbing the towel, yanking it open, to reveal the beautiful cock I’d had in my mouth just last night.
Bugger me. So much had happened in such a short time that I couldn’t believe it had been only a day ago that we were in this very same position back in Vegas.
He reached for me as I came down over him, grabbing him around the waist and rolling us until he was straddling me.
He lowered his mouth and kissed me again, finding my nipples, and squeezing them until I groaned into the kiss.
My heart raced, pounding in my chest as warning bells went off.
If we did this, leaving him at the doorstep wasn’t going to be an option.
God only knew how long we’d be forced into close proximity like this…
at least until we’d taken care of our immediate problem.
I put thoughts of Josiah and his killers out of my head, turning my attention to the man above me…
the man with the changeable eyes that told of a lifetime of hurt and pain.
But there was something more there. There was trust and desire, lit with fire from within.
I knew if I did this, eventually it would consume me but at the moment, the way my body was reacting for Cam, was all I could think of.
I shoved the thoughts of the future down deep and kissed him for all he was worth, dragging more moans and whimpers out of him. With every little sound he made, I came just that much closer to shooting my load before I could even get inside him.
He broke the kiss, dragging his lips slowly over mine before he sat up, smiling down at me. “Do you have supplies for this kind of thing?”
I chuckled. “In my go bag,” I barely got out before he’d thrown a leg over me, sliding off the bed and striding to the closet. “Find my shaving kit.”
I watched his perfect arse, balls swinging as he bent and retrieved a string of condoms and a bottle of lube, things I always carried with me…
just in case. Before Cam, I regularly picked up guys when I needed a quick release, never staying longer than it took to wipe off and redress before I was listening to the sound of a hotel door slam behind me as I left.
Most of the time, I heard faint cursing and swearing behind the door as I walked away, sometimes begging, but it never bothered me.
The realization that Cam couldn’t just be wiped from my mind hit me like a freight train. But I didn’t react with horror as I would have forty-eight hours ago when Mickey and I had been trying to decide which bar to hit.
And I probed that thought like a tongue in an empty tooth socket.
Weird but strangely satisfying.
He sauntered back to the bed, holding up the string of gold, foil packets and shaking the bottle with a wide grin. As much as I tried to push the feeling away, I couldn’t. I wanted this to continue, and I had no idea why.
He tossed the condoms and lube on the bed and crawled back to me, placing both hands on my chest as he straddled me again.
He leaned down and kissed me, and I slid my arms around his back, holding him close.
His body was hot, slick with a light sheen of sweat as he stretched out over me.
When our cocks came into contact, I groaned into his mouth, grinding against him.
We snogged desperately like it had been days, not mere minutes that he’d been gone.
I slid my hands into his hair, pulling until he lifted his mouth off me, leaning just far enough away from my face that we could focus on each other. We were both panting.
“Wanna be inside ya, Cam.”
His lips quirked. “I love it when a man takes me on my knees. Will you do me like that?”
Oh, hell yeah. “My pleasure.” I lifted my head, chasing his lips and kissing him soundly as he rolled us both.
Without words, he scrambled into the center of the bed, getting in position on his hands and knees as I retrieved the condoms, tearing one off.
When he thrust his arse in the air, curling until he hugged the pillow, I nearly lost my mind.
I dropped the lube and moved in close, using my knees to widen his thighs as I ducked my head and licked into his crack.
Cam gasped as I took hold of both arse cheeks, opening them wide.
His muffled moan into the pillow spurred me on and I found his sweet, little hole, licking over it until he pushed back at me, silently begging me for more.
I took long licks around it, tasting the soap he’d used in the shower, then thrust my tongue inside until I found the much more manly taste of him.
I groaned, deliberately moving my cheeks side to side, scraping the delicate skin between his cheeks, drawing more moans out of him as I sucked on him, stabbing deep and backing off to swirl my tongue around the tight pucker again and again.
He thrust his hips like he was fucking air and I realized he had a hand on his cock and was furiously jacking himself as I tongued him.
I didn’t relent, sucking, poking, licking until he let out a hoarse cry. “Gonna come if you keep it up, Mars.”
I instantly backed off, squeezing both cheeks as he kept stroking himself.
“Not yet, luv.” I swatted his hand away and he relented, letting go of his cock and bracing himself on the bed as I picked up a condom.
I tore it open and rolled it on. Then coated several fingers with lube and immediately sank one into him, twisting it as I leaned down and bit his arse.
He whimpered, pulling away from me until I backed off, licking over the red mark I’d left.
I shoved a second finger inside his body, slicking him, stretching him as I prepared him.
I had a big, thick cock but I’d never done damage to a man, instead feeling some pride that I knew what I was doing. I concentrated hard as he pushed back on my fingers before inserting a third, moving them in and out, stretching him, scissoring inside him, readying his body to take me.
“God, Mars! Just use your goddammed cock. I can’t wait anymore,” he gasped into the pillow.