Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
GREGG
Wednesday
Golden Horizon Hotel - Grand Executive Suite
San Francisco, California
Dinner with Cameron feels like letting out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.
We’d spent the last two hours lingering over cocktails and small plates at this cozy bistro tucked into a quiet corner of Pacific Heights.
Cameron had insisted on stealing bites from my plate, and I pretended to protest while giving in every time.
By the time we make it back to the suite, the easy warmth between us has settled into something deep, something thrumming beneath my ribs.
The elevator chimes softly as the doors open, and Cameron nudges my shoulder with his.
“Stop smiling like that,” he teases. “People are going to think we’re doing something scandalous.”
“We aren’t,” I defend, brushing his hand with mine as we stepped out. “Yet.”
His laugh echoes down the hallway, and it’s a sound I want to bottle.
Inside the room, the glow of the city greets us, sprawled out like a constellation tossed across the earth. The Golden Gate Bridge shimmers through the glass, its lights trembling across the bay as if the night were alive.
Cameron shrugs off his jacket and tosses it over the arm of the sofa. “God, I forget how much I love this city.” He sighs, crossing over to the window. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen it like this, though.”
His cheeks are warmed by golden light, and all I can think about is touching him. Kissing him.
I decide to say nothing, and I disappear into the bathroom before I let myself kiss him senseless right there against the glass.
I shower quickly, a necessary reset from the long flight here, the adrenaline of being near him again tugs me back out.
When I emerge back into the main room, towel slung low around my hips and hair still damp, I hear Cameron suck in a breath.
Right where I left him, he pretends to be engrossed in the skyline, but his eyes dart toward me in the reflection of the large window.
“I guess I could’ve put clothes on,” I say casually, wandering past him.
“I didn’t say you should have,” he responds, following my reflection in the glass.
But instead of heading back to my suitcase, I drift to the glossy black piano near the window. My fingers press a few soft chords. It’s a habit, comfort, a small show meant solely for him. The notes float through the room like a whisper.
Behind me, Cameron leans over the arm of the sofa, grinning.
“Is it a requirement that you always have a piano in your hotel room?” he asks coyly. “And do you always rehearse in a towel?”
I glance over my shoulder. “I prefer to have one, yes. Just in case. And I only do when I want to impress someone.”
His smile widens. It’s soft and warm, and he makes me feel like I’m coming undone. Curiosity pulls him closer until he slides onto the bench beside me. Our thighs brush, and a spark shoots straight through me.
“Alright then, maestro,” he says. “Show me something.”
I reach for his hand without thinking, and guide his fingers to the keys.
“Here,” I murmur. “This one’s easy. Press these.”
He does, and a single note blooms delicately.
Our eyes meet and time stretches.
I shift my hand, brushing my thumb across his knuckles before pressing another chord. The harmony begins to spill into the quiet, wrapping around us, around the warmth of him beside me.
Cameron looks up at me, his cheeks tinting pink.
“Is this piano lesson supposed to be educational or persuasive?”
“Why not both?” I ask, letting my voice drop, heat curling through my words boldly.
He laughs softly, then glances down at my hand still resting over his.
“This feels kinda impossible,” he admits.
“And yet,” I whisper, leaning closer. “You came up from San Jose anyway.”
His breath hitches, just enough for me to feel it, not enough for him to admit it.
The next note he touches wasn’t from the piano. It’s from me.
“And for what it’s worth, there’s no need to try and impress me,” Cameron says, resting his head on my shoulder.
The music fades and my attention drifts to him. We are sitting so close that our knees are flush against each other, and when I turn toward him, the shift in the room instantly changes. I let my hand rest lightly on his wrist as an invitation, not a demand.
He looks up at me, and I lean in. My skin is still warm and damp, and when I feel him breathe against me, something inside me breaks open.
I press my lips to his, the kiss deep and unguarded, everything we hadn’t dared say spills between us.
I pull him closer, and he swings himself onto my lap, straddling me, my towel slipping loose around me.
“Mmm… I missed you.” I sigh between soft kisses, gripping his upper thighs lightly.
“I missed you, too.”
He slides his fingers into my damp hair, tugging gently, and I squeeze his waist, moving instinctively to take off his shirt. My hands slide to the hem, but I hesitate, breaking our kiss to search his face.
“Still okay?” I ask breathlessly.
Cameron just raises his arms, offering himself to me. That trust hits me hard, and I pull the shirt over his head and toss it aside, leaning in to kiss the warm skin of his chest. He moans as I lick lightly at his nipple, and a low growl rises from my chest before I can stop it.
I shift, standing just enough to lift him, and I sit him back onto the piano keys. The sharp clash of notes bursts through the room wildly, bright and chaotic.
My towel slips from my hips and falls to the floor with a soft rumple, and suddenly I’m standing naked in front of him for the first time. I’m completely and undeniably his in this moment.
“Fuck,” Cameron gasps between deep kisses. “You’re… so… sexy.”
“Thank you,” I laugh quietly. “You’re beautiful.”
I’m fully erect now, my dick throbbing, and Cameron reaches out and grabs me in both his hands, softly and firmly.
I let out a moan at his touch, and I lightly pull his hair with one hand, tilting his head back, exposing his neck.
I drag my mouth slowly toward his ear, and the slight scratch of my stubble causes him to sigh with pleasure. I growl deeply, “I want you.”
“Oh yeah?” Cameron exhales as he squeezes my dick lightly. “How badly do you want me?”
I open my mouth to answer but he’s already pushing me back and sliding down to his knees slowly. He takes his position, and with two hands wrapped around me, looks up into my eyes.
Without breaking eye contact, he puts his lips to me, and places gentle kisses up and down my shaft.
“How badly do you want me?” he asks again.
“You’re all I’ve thought about.” I sigh. “I want you—”
He places his tongue at the base of my dick and drags it slowly up to my head, and he sends my eyes rolling backwards. I can’t finish what I’m saying, the thought is derailed. All I can muster is, “Bloody… Hell.”
His warm tongue swirls over my head, and slowly he works me deeper into his mouth. I place a hand on the back of his head, coaxing him further. “Good boy,” I growl, and he moans in response to my praise. “Look me in the eyes.”
He looks up at me innocently, and I selfishly push myself to the back of his throat and hold him there, watching his eyes water with wanting. When he gags lightly, I pull him back in retreat.
“Shit, babe.” He gasps, catching his breath. The use of a pet name only makes me want him more. “You’re so big,” he adds with wild eyes.
“It’s all yours.”
He continues to jerk me, looking up at me with desire. “You like that?” he asks, and all I can do is nod yes. Then he spits on it, and he goes back down.
“Christ, Cameron…” I sigh, and I put my other hand under his chin, caressing his neck. I relish the feeling of his mouth on me, the feeling of my cock pressing into the back of his throat. “Do you like that?” I ask, holding his head down. “You’ve wanted this, I can tell…”
Cameron moans, a passionate whimper of encouragement and pleasure. He places one hand on my core, sliding up to my chest as he reaches down into his trousers with his other. He’s rock hard and I can’t wait to take care of him. Fuck this is amazing!
“Fuck…” I growl. “You’re gonna… I’m so close…”
He looks up at me and moans something in agreement, his mouth full of me.
“Good boy.”
That one seems to undo him, that simple praise. He grips a hand at my base again and begins working it with his mouth in tandem, and I feel my nuts quiver.
“Just like that… Don’t stop…” I pant.
And he doesn’t. He becomes desperate, working deeper and faster, swirling his tongue around me.
“Fuck, Cameron!” I shout, my body shaking as I thrust myself into him and let out a deep and primal moan, spilling rope after rope of myself into his mouth. And he lets me, swallowing every drop with grateful moans.
When my breathing slows and I pull him up from his knees, our lips find each other again, and I kiss him like a mad man, parting his lips with my tongue. I savor the taste of him, and the faint sweet taste of me, and push him backwards toward the couch.