Chapter Five #2
Cameron leaned over Franklin, breathing in his scent as he held him down with his chest pressed against his back. His scent wasn’t saying no. And humans’ scents didn’t lie the way their mouths did.
“Lube! Cameron!” Franklin repeated the same words again. “Cameron! Lube!”
Finally, the syllables found a way through Cameron anger. He stilled and blinked down at the back of Franklin’s head.
“There’s lube in my wallet,” Franklin rushed out.
Cameron hesitated.
“I don’t know if a lion could…but a human can’t,” Franklin said, breathlessly. “I can’t. Not without lube…”
Cameron looked down to where his hand was still settled firmly between Franklin’s buttocks. “You said no,” he reminded him, his voice little more than a whisper as he strove to remove all hint of uncertainty from it.
For several seconds, Franklin remained perfectly still, perfectly silent, as if he seemed to sense that everything rested on his answer. “I’m not saying no to you, Cameron. I don’t want to say no. But I’m only saying yes, with lube.”
Yes, with lube.
Cameron stared down at him as the words circled inside his head.
Yes, with lube.
Very slowly, he pulled back far enough to allow Franklin to squirm out from between him and the table. Several seconds of groping around in his shredded clothes, and Franklin came back to his side. He handed Cameron a small tube of lubricant.
Some of the tension left Cameron’s muscles as his fingers wrapped around it. The fact Franklin had taken it out of the wallet before he tried to give it to him allowed him to breathe again.
A moment passed as Franklin looked from Cameron to the table and back again. He stepped carefully past Cameron, as if he thought he might attack at any moment. But he wasn’t so wary that he was unwilling to turn his back on him.
Resting his hands on the well-polished surface he’d been bent over just a moment before, Franklin spread his legs shoulder width apart and leaned forward slightly.
He was nervous. Cameron could smell the anxiety mixed in with Franklin’s desire now that he was calmer. And it all called out to Cameron so strongly, and not just to his cock, but to something deeper and more instinctive, too.
He half reached out toward Franklin, wanting to soothe and comfort him as soon he sensed his uncertainty, but at the last moment, he stopped himself short and tore the lid off the lube instead.
He wasn’t going to make a fool of himself fussing over a guy like that. Franklin wasn’t like Ryland or Marrick, or even like Kefir. He didn’t want a master the way they did. Franklin would just take it as a sign on weakness, a signal that he could take advantage and have everything his own way.
Cameron shook his head, denying that was even a possibility. Slicking his fingers, he slid them between Franklin’s buttocks and spread the slippery liquid against his hole.
This was what Cameron understood. Sex. Simple and perfect. He was good at this. He had no doubt he could control this.
Franklin remained perfectly still, half leaning over the table, for several long seconds as Cameron’s fingers teased against him.
Cameron’s other hand had a mind of its own that night. It reached for Franklin again. As his hand came to rest between Franklin’s shoulder blades, Cameron found himself as uncertain as Franklin could ever have been, and completely incapable of keeping the contact as careful as he wished he could.
He pushed Franklin down, demanding that he bend over the table properly. Franklin didn’t even try to resist. When Cameron slid two fingers into him a moment later, Franklin gasped, but he also pushed back against the digits in complete acceptance of them.
Quickly undoing his fly, Cameron spread the remainder of the lube along his dick.
As his cock kissed against Franklin’s hole, Cameron took a tight grip on his hips.
Pushing forward, Cameron sheathed himself inside Franklin, with one harsh thrust. Franklin tensed.
His hands pushed against the tabletop, skidding against the dark surface.
Cameron stilled then, as he remembered Franklin’s request from the last time he’d had him in that position. He needed time.
Very slowly, in almost imperceptible increments, Cameron watched Franklin relax. As he remained perfectly still, he felt Franklin’s body adjust to the deep penetration.
Finally, Franklin’s hips rocked within Cameron’s grip. He pushed back against Cameron’s dick, as if giving him permission to move.
Cameron’s frown deepened. His grip tightened.
Franklin glanced back over his shoulder. His expression was nothing like Cameron had expected. The movement hadn’t been signalling permission at all. It had been born more out of desperation, as if he were begging his master to move. Yes, that was what it was like. Cameron purred at the idea.
Swaying back, he thrust forward and buried himself in Franklin’s arse once more. Franklin moaned his approval. There was no pain, no fear now. There was just pleasure and trust. Another thrust, and the sound Franklin made was just a whimper of pure bliss.
Catching hold of Franklin’s shoulder, Cameron jerked him back, forcing him to stand up straight in front of him. Still sheathed inside him, Cameron brought their whole bodies into line.
His clothed skin rubbed against Franklin’s naked frame, both above and below where their bodies joined, making him wish he’d taken the time to strip himself down, too. It was too late for that, now. There was no way in hell he could even think about parting them, even for a few brief seconds.
Dipping his head, Cameron pressed a kiss onto Franklin’s shoulder and slid his arms slid around him. One of his hands went straight to Franklin’s cock. The other settled in the centre of Franklin’s chest and held him back tight against his master’s body.
Franklin tilted his head to one side, cooperating to give Cameron better access to kiss his shoulder and his neck.
He was all obedience, all willingness to follow a feline lover’s lead.
In that moment, Cameron was sure Franklin couldn’t have even been able to remember which of them was rich enough to buy the other several dozen times over.
In the bright light of the dining room, money, the restaurant, the deal Charles had offered him when he followed him into the gents’ toilets, it was all irrelevant. There was only one man who mattered.
Cameron tightened his grip on Franklin.
He’d been so sure he was past the point where he’d ever be capable of caring about another person, let alone a human, let alone one of the rich bastards who came to the clubs.
Suddenly, as Cameron pressed another kiss onto Franklin’s shoulder, he started to wonder if he might have been wrong about that.
*
A purr rumbled through Cameron’s body. The sound seemed to seep into Franklin’s skin and rush straight to his core until it tingled along his spine.
“Mine,” Cameron whispered.
He didn’t give Franklin a chance to say anything in response, but pushed at Franklin’s shoulders, ordering him to lean over the table once more.
Neither of them said anything else. There didn’t seem to be any need for words. Each time Cameron pulled away from Franklin, it was only for the briefest possible second, and only to plough into him again and again, hammering into his prostate with each thrust.
The air was cool against Franklin’s naked skin after being pressed against the heat of a lion’s body.
A shiver ran through him as he discreetly moved one hand off the table, trying to sneak it down to his cock so he could jack himself off.
Cameron must have sensed the movement, because he quickly caught hold of his hand and pinned it to the shiny mahogany, refusing him permission to get off that easily.
Franklin should have been pissed off about that. He was sure he should be as mad as hell, but as he lifted his gaze just far enough to study the way Cameron’s hand covered his, the only thing that registered inside him was perfection.
Being held like that, feeling a lion’s strength and warmth surrounding him, it was all perfect in a way he hadn’t even known existed before he’d set eyes on Cameron.
“Mine,” Cameron bit out again.
Franklin could only nod his agreement. Right then, he was Cameron’s, and the lion could do whatever he wanted with him.
All the money in the world couldn’t change that, and, as a hard thrust pushed his hips harshly into the edge of the table, Franklin had never been more glad of anything in his life.
He was owned. And he loved it.
A roar filled the air as Cameron buried himself inside Franklin one last time and spilled inside him.
The whole world seemed to stop turning as the lion came, and all Franklin could do was lie against the table and take what he was given. For some reason, that knowledge rushed to his cock just as quickly as everything else Cameron did, although it wasn’t quite enough to tip him over the edge.
As he felt Cameron pull away, it was all Franklin could do not to reach behind him and try to grab him and pull him back.
Cameron couldn’t go; Franklin needed him! And not just to get off.
Franklin’s mind was still reeling from that thought when strong hands rolled him over on the table and pushed him back along the polished surface until his feet left the floor.
Cameron loomed over him, his eyes shining with satisfaction as he ran his eyes over Franklin’s naked body and settled on his straining erection.
When Franklin met Cameron’s gaze, the lion seemed to practically dare him to ask if he could come, too. Franklin bit his tongue and kept the words back, unwilling to break the silence and ruin the moment, no matter how desperate he was.
Cameron smiled slightly. For almost the first time Franklin could remember, his expression wasn’t completely filled with bitterness. He seemed almost…happy? Maybe even…pleased with him?