Page 39 of Hiding Nessie
Cam flipped him—awonderfulfeeling—so that Lachlan was straddling his belly. Cam began pushing him down insistently, opening his legs wide. ‘Get me ready and I’m yours for anything.’
Lachlan groaned, obediently sliding down and sinking his head between Cam’s thighs. The taste of the loch was all over him, peaty and familiar. Cam quivered as Lachlan’s tongue lapped circles over his hole. He took his time, pressing patiently until Cam twitched and shuddered with need.
‘Turn over,’ Lachlan told him.
Cam nodded mutely, scrambling onto all fours with his ass arched in the air. Lachlan took a moment to admire the curve of his back, the rippling valley between his shoulder blades. He slicked up a finger with a mix of his own spit and precum and pushed it gently inside Cam.
Cam exhaled and sank backwards, urging his finger in up to the knuckle. ‘God, I need this, Lachlan. I need you.’
Lachlan bent over to trail kisses along his spine while inserting another finger. Cam’s fists clenched against the jetty, his breathing turning ragged when Lachlan hooked his fingers to tease even deeper.
Satisfied, Lachlan eased his fingers out and massaged another splash of saliva and fluid from his weeping tip over Cam’s hole. Cam continued to press back on him insistently, until the head of Lachlan’s cock popped inside with a shock of crushing heat and pleasure.
‘You okay?’ Cam asked after a moment.
Lachlan was very still, fighting back the surge of bliss threatening to overwhelm him. ‘Mhmm,’ he squeaked. ‘You?’
‘I’m good.’ Cam paused. Hesitant to admit something. ‘It feels… different. Less. Not bad. Just… less.’
Lachlan spread himself along Cam’s back, hugging him tightly. ‘I know. I’m—’
‘Don’t you dare say you’re sorry.’
Lachlan bit his lip, smiling against Cam’s skin. He slowly sank the rest of his length inside, already throbbing urgently with the need to come. He gritted his teeth. Better make it good, then.
Lachlan’s hands fastened on Cam’s hips. Then he began to thrust at a slow and smacking pace, sinking as deep and hard as he could. Cam groaned under him, driving his ass back onto each delicious plunge. Lachlan held on tightly, as tight as he wanted, no longer afraid of leaving bruises.
God, Cam was so hot inside. Maybe the fire was still in him, heating his blood. Lachlan’s tempo sped up, yanking Cam onto his cock as much as he was thrusting it inside. Desperate little nonsense-sounds fell out of his throat on each breath.
Lachlan felt the world sharpening around him. He was acutely aware of the damp wood of the jetty under his knees. The piercing dawn air that prickled goosebumps over his skin. The shimmer of sweat misting on his forehead, and the slickness of it around his hips where the heat of his body meeting Cam’s was reaching a tipping point.
‘Fuck yes, Lachlan,’ Cam moaned against the timbers.
Lachlan allowed himself to let go. Allowed himself to pour years of pain and loneliness into this amazingly raw fuck. At some point the small sounds in his mouth became large ones, and his throat went hoarse from crying out. His cock was on fire, aching with maddeningly pent-up pressure and in need of violent release. Cam rocked frantically under him, willingly helpless while their bodies collided. Even the jetty shook on its supports, aged timbers wobbling beneath their knees.
Lachlan reached around to grasp Cam’s cock and began feverishly stroking it as the orgasm boiled up on him. Cam shuddered and gripped his hand, holding himself up with one arm while his fingers knitted over Lachlan’s to ride along on his fierce strokes. The final surge of pleasure before he climaxed made Lachlan scream, pounding his hips harder as the white-out of hot bliss overtook him. His tender cock pulsed thick streams into Cam, making Lachlan’s entire body tremble as the burning pressure finally released.
Cam shuddered again, his muscles clenching and his hand urging Lachlan to keep up the pace on his own cock. In moments Lachlan felt him come, revelled in the deeply satisfied moan from Cam’s throat as his cum spilled all over their hands and the pier.
Panting, they gently separated. Cam sat up and pulled Lachlan straight into his lap for a crushing embrace. Lachlan laughed, wheezing a little from his constricted lungs. ‘Gentle. Pretend everything is made of paper.’
Cam exhaled, loosening his grasp. ‘Sorry. But that was amazing.’
A shiver crept up on Lachlan, the sweat on his skin turning cold in the chill morning air. Cam’s goosepimpled arms betrayed the fact he was just as cold.
‘I have some clothes hidden nearby,’ Lachlan said shyly. ‘If you want to join me today.’
Cam kissed his neck. ‘Of course I do.’ He grinned, very briefly. ‘I suppose I’ll have to set up some stashes of my own.’
‘You don’t have to stay this way,’ Lachlan said into his hair. ‘I’ll trade again.’
‘As if I’d let you.’
Lachlan sighed and hugged him close. ‘I had a feeling that would be your answer.’
Lachlan gave Cam the clothes he’d originally been wearing—they were Cam’s, after all—and quickly disappeared to find his hidden cache of supplies. He reappeared in his favoured post-transformation winter attire, a pair of fleece-lined trousers and a cable knit jumper.
Cam insisted he keep the coat. ‘Looks good on you,’ he said with a grin. Lachlan doubted it. He suspected Cam just liked seeing him in his clothes.
