Page 63 of Flirt
Still silent, Cameron walked backwards, relying only on Asher’s grip on him to lead him into the living room until they stood in front of his well-worn, leather sofa. He did nothing more than tilt his head to the side, but Asher understood. Releasing Cameron’s wrists, he lowered himself to the cushions, fighting between embarrassment and renewed arousal.
His heart rate had slowed to a less dangerous pace, and his throat unclenched, allowing him to breathe in deeply through his nose. Maybe Cameron didn’t know the full extent of what had just happened, but he had enough of an idea to understand what needed to happen next. He hadn’t asked or demanded an explanation. He’d simply done what needed to be done to get them back on even footing.
Kneeling on the floor between Asher’s splayed thighs, he reached for the button on Asher’s jeans, glancing at him only briefly for assurance. Once Asher nodded his approval, Cameron wasted no time popping open the button and sliding down the zipper. A tug on the denim had Asher lifting his hips from the sofa, and he groaned from deep in his chest when his dripping cock sprang free and bounced against his stomach.
Silently and quickly, Cameron worked to remove Asher’s shoes and socks, then slid his jeans down his legs and tossed them to the side. Positioned as close as he could get, Cameron placed his left wrist in Asher’s right hand, then lifted Asher’s left to rest it on the back of his head.
“Whatever you want,” he said, the confidence ringing in his voice.
Tightening his grip on Cameron’s wrist, he tangled his other hand in those soft, brown strands and tugged as the last of the tension bled away. Cameron’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he hummed his approval as he fisted the base of Asher’s cock, giving it a few good strokes, before lowering his head to wrap his lips around the tip.
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Cameron trembled as hedragged his lips further down Asher’s engorged shaft until his mouth met his fist, then backed off to suck on the tip again.
It didn’t take a genius to understand what had happened near the door. The change in their dynamics—rather than the change in their positions—had been too much for Asher. Cameron couldn’t know exactly what the man had been thinking, but he imagined it had to do with his past, back when he’d been with Mitchell.
Watching Asher shake and pant while he tried to fight off the rising panic had been terrible to witness. Seeing the man’s ensuing embarrassment over something he couldn’t control had nearly broken his heart. If Asher needed to call the shots, to be the one in control, Cameron was more than happy to give it to him.
He swirled his tongue around the crown, then laved it across the weeping slit. Asher’s thighs tightened on either side of him, the muscles jumping beneath his bronzed skin. Cameron grinned.
Releasing his grip on Asher’s shaft, he slid his hand lower, cupping his heavy sac in his palm as he took Asher into his mouth once more. Pre-cum flowed freely, the salty tang washing over his tongue and pulling a ragged moan from his chest. The scent of rainwater and musk filled the air around them, a heady combination that went straight to his aching cock.
Pushing away his own desire, Cameron relaxed his throat, taking Asher all the way into his mouth. Fuck, he was big. Cameron’s lips stretched wide, and his jaw alreadyached, but every moan and involuntary twitch from Asher was more than worth a little discomfort.
“Fuck, Cam,” Asher rasped when Cameron swallowed around the head. “Do that again.” He dropped his head back against the cushions and arched his hips, pushing deeper into Cameron’s mouth. “Please, do that again.”
Cameron did as requested, swallowing around the tip again while applying more pressure to Asher’s balls. The fingers in his hair tightened, pulling him forward momentarily before Asher seemed to realize what he’d been doing. The grip on his hair eased, giving him freedom of range once again.
He didn’t want Asher’s restraint. He wanted him mindless with need.
Letting the hard flesh slide out from between his lips, he made a detour to Asher’s abs, kissing and nibbling at each hard brick of muscle. Asher arched his hips, nudging his cock against the underside of Cameron’s chin. Ignoring his silent request, Cameron traveled south, scraping his teeth over the crease of Asher’s thigh, smirking when the man grunted and rocked against him again.
Gripping Asher’s erection, he jerked him slowly, hovering over him while staring into his eyes. “Whatever you want.”
He took him to the back of his throat in one steady glide of his lips.
“Yes, fuck.” A sexy-as-fuck growl echoed through the room as Asher fisted his hand in Cameron’s hair and began thrusting into his mouth in earnest. “Just like that.Justlike that.”
Cameron shouldn’t have liked it. He shouldn’t have enjoyed the way Asher held him still and used his mouth, but everything about it turned him on.
Moaning around the hot flesh pushing into his mouth, he released his hold on Asher’s cock and reached down to grip his own straining erection, pulling himself free of his boxers. He ran his thumb over the tip, smearing the pre-cum over the crown, then worked his hand down his length. His hips gave an involuntary jerk, and he grunted, the sound muffled around the flesh in his mouth. He was already so close. It wouldn’t take much, just a little push.
Even as the thought slipped through his haze of desire, the hold on his hair turned bruising, and Asher pulsated against his tongue.
“Jesus, fuck, Cam.” Every harsh breath came through clenched teeth as Asher’s rhythm faltered. “Yes.”
Dragging his eyes open, Cameron looked up to meet Asher’s half-lidded gaze.Yes, right there. Let go, Asher. Let go.
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Asher burned. Fire rippedthrough his veins, heating him from the inside out as his dick throbbed and his balls drew tight to his body.
“Cam…” It was the only warning he could give.
Cameron grunted and hollowed his cheeks, applying the perfect amount of pressure to send Asher careening toward the edge. Unadulterated pleasure enveloped him, dragging him beneath a tidal wave of sensation. Cameron’s throat constricted, swallowing around him, milking him, demanding everything from him.
Then he was falling, plummeting into a carnal void.
