Chapter Twenty #2
We’d left Lincoln’s team to wait for the crime scene guys with Tac Team Two standing guard on the perimeter in case any of the wankers came back. We made it back to the hotel with no fanfare, and the guys left us at the door to our room—looking way too smug, the lot of them.
It was obvious they’d been talking about the connection between Cam and me, but at this point, I couldn’t care less. Candy had seemed to take it in his stride, but then again, I almost suspected he’d been matchmaking by orchestrating the whole thing…arsehole.
Cam walked into the air-conditioned space, and I double-locked the door.
He stood in the center of the room looking vulnerable, and for just a moment, all I could think of was how badly I needed him naked in my arms where I could make absolutely sure he was all right.
I leaned down and met his mouth with my own.
Then pulled him into my arms as the solid weight of his body pressed tightly against me.
It was all that was needed at the moment.
It was the only way I’d know he was okay.
I could’ve so easily lost him if things had gone differently.
We stood in the room, snogging like we couldn’t get close enough and when I finally broke the kiss and looked down at him, he was staring at me with kind, trusting eyes.
The pungent reek of fear from the adrenaline mixed in with our sweat was all over us.
We could use a shower, a bite to eat, and some time together in bed. I wouldn’t feel better until we did.
“Come on,” I said, tugging him toward the bathroom. “Let’s ‘ave a shower, then I’m gonna feed ya.”
He smiled, following me to the bathroom where we both stripped down and climbed into the shower stall together.
I reached for my favorite shower gel and squeezed some into my palm, before sliding my hands over his shoulders, working my way down his biceps and forearms, massaging tight muscles as I went.
He leaned forward, resting his forehead on my chest as I ran my hands over his back, making sure I was working muscles as I went.
The tension left his shoulders and back so quickly, it was almost a surprise. I squeezed more gel into my hand.
“Turn around, luv. Brace your hands on the tile.” He did as I asked, widening his stance without my prodding which brought a small smile to my face as I started massaging his arse cheeks.
I slid my thumbs into his crack, finding his tight pucker, and making it slick.
He gasped as I poked a slippery finger inside and worked him open for me.
Water sluiced over his skin, washing away the bubbles as I stepped closer, reaching for the condom I’d left on the shelf.
I tore it open and rolled it on before slicking it with more of the bodywash.
I liked this brand because it was all natural without the chemicals which might burn if used this way.
Cam watched, meeting my eyes for just a minute as he glanced back over his shoulder.
His eyes were heavily lidded, and the heated, smoldering look in them, almost took my breath away.
He turned back around quickly, widening his legs even further in silent acceptance.
I stepped close, sliding one hand around him, flattening my palm on his taut belly to tug him up against my body.
I used the other hand to line up my cock, sliding in between his cheeks, brushing it back and forth over his hole several times.
He sighed, visibly relaxing as I teased him with the head of my cock before I gave up and slowly pushed in.
Cam groaned as I stopped, waiting for him to adjust before he nodded, then I slid farther, working my cock inside with short thrusts until I finally bottomed out.
I stopped then, trying to regulate my breathing as I looked down at my dick, balls deep, turned on when all I could see was the edge of the condom.
I took a few seconds to savor the tightness and heat of his body.
It hugged my cock as though it was exactly where it belonged.
I’d always loved anal sex, though, I didn’t do it with every lover, enjoying everything else about a man’s body as well. I loved sucking cock, loved feeling thick, hot jets spray into my mouth, savoring the musky flavor before swallowing a big, hot load. It always got me off.
This, though…the tight grip of a man’s arse, was something I enjoyed beyond measure.
And knowing it was Cam I was penetrating only heightened my pleasure.
He was so perfect, slender enough to make me feel powerful…
and yet all man. He pushed back on my dick encouraging me to move and I pulled out nearly all the way before sliding back in, repeating it over and over as I sped up my thrusts.
“God, Mars!” Cam cried, shivering beneath me as I set up a rhythm, pushing into him and pulling out as he moved with me.
I held onto his hips, keeping him right where I wanted him as I pounded into him.
My balls slapped his arse each time I bottomed out, sending a tingle from my sac and up my spine.
I felt my climax rise and watched my cock as I pulled out, then buried myself inside him again and again.
I gritted my teeth, swearing an oath as I felt my whole body beginning to shake.
“Gonna come, Cam,” I somehow managed as he whimpered.
I stared at his hands, fingers curling against the white tile and then flattening out, hands spread as he braced himself.
“Come inside me, Mars!” Cam cried out, shifting his weight to one side as he let go of the wall with one hand and fisted his own cock.
“Can’t…hold…on…almost there…Mars!” he suddenly cried out as his arse clamped down on my cock.
I knew he was coming and I let myself fly, allowing my climax to rush over me as I buried myself one last time, shuddering inside him as pleasure swamped me.
I slowed to a stop as pulse after pulse filled the condom’s reservoir with spunk.
He pushed back on me as my entire body shuddered when a second wave hit me.
It was several seconds before I stopped shaking, gasping as I leaned my forehead on his back.
I kissed his slick skin, once again becoming aware of the water which I’d zoned out as we made love.
I stayed there for several beats, willing my body to move as my heart beat wildly, and finally slipped free of him.
I held onto the base of the condom as I slid out.
The milky white tip of the condom gave me more than a little satisfaction as I slid it off and tied it in a knot.
Cam turned, smiling up at me as I set the condom on the shelf and slid my arms around him.
I drew him close so our bodies touched and then enjoyed his mouth in a slow, gentle kiss, languidly sliding my tongue over his.
Cam sighed into my mouth as he gave as good as he got.
After a minute or so, he broke the kiss and smiled shyly at me.
“Let me wash you now.”
I nodded as he reached for the bodywash, squeezing some into his palm and then relaxed against the heated tile as he massaged sore, tired muscles, cleaning me off, paying special attention to my sensitive cock and balls.
“I love that you’re not circumcised,” he said, looking down as he admired my dick. “It’s unbelievably sexy, Mars.”
My chest filled with pride as I smiled at him, leaning down to kiss him as he finished up. By the time he finally stepped back, my fingers were virtual prunes but even more important than that, I was absolutely certain I’d never be the same.