Page 62 of Flirt
“Good,” Asher praised, sliding his other hand down the back of Cameron’s jeans to grope his bare ass. “That’s it. Stop thinking so hard and trust me.”
“I do.” He didn’t trust anyone like he did Asher, even if it didn’t entirely make sense.
“Good,” Asher repeated before claiming Cameron’s mouth again.
The heated hand around his dick squeezed and stroked, sliding up and down his length, more than a tease, but not enough to get him off.
“Inside,” Asher demanded against his lips. “I want to see you.”
The deep, commanding tone sent spikes of pleasure straight to Cameron’s cock, and his body reacted to the quietly spoken order without conscious decision on his part. Reaching behind his back, he fumbled with the doorknob, never more grateful that he lived in a town where he didn’t have to worry about locks.
The door swung open, and he practically fell across the threshold, only Asher’s arm around his back keeping him from tumbling to the floor. Kicking the door closed behind him, Asher spun him toward it, anchoring him there as he brought their mouths together again. Stretching Cameron’s arms over his head, he gathered his wrists in one hand and pinned them to the door with a hard squeeze.
“Fuck, yes,” he whimpered against Asher’s swollen lips. “More.”
“Oh, I haven’t even started yet, sweetheart.” Asher nipped at his bottom lip and grinned. “I’m just trying to decide what I want to do to you first.”
Dropping his head back against the door, Cameron moaned as a full-body shiver rippled through him. “Whatever you want. You can do whatever you want.”
“Careful,” Asher warned. “You have no idea the things I want to do to you.”
Maybe not the specifics, but he had a pretty good idea. His heart beat too fast with no signs of slowing. His hands shook so hard his knuckles knocked against the wood behind him. The muscles in his shoulders and neck tensed and knotted until he feared his spine would snap in half, and his vision blurred. Whatever would get him relief, and fast, that was what he wanted.
“I trust you.”
Lifting his head from his exploration of Cameron’s neck, Asher stared at him for a long time, his expression unbelievably gentle. “Jesus, those fucking eyes. You have no idea how you look right now, do you? No idea what you do to me with those eyes.”
With one hand still holding Cameron’s wrists, he slid the other down the back of his jeans to grab his ass, jerking his hips away from the door. “Do you want me to tell you?” he asked with a hard swivel of his hips. “Do you want to know what I see when I look at you?”
Cameron couldn’t remember his own last name, let alone form a response. He nodded.
“Lips swollen.” Asher bent to rub their mouths together in a teasing touch. “Cheeks flushed.” He kissed each of Cameron’s cheeks in turn. “Eyes glassy and unfocused.” He nuzzled the underside of Cameron’s jaw. “Pupils completely blown.” He brought their mouthstogether again, a little harder this time, but still not enough. “You’re gorgeous, Cameron. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”
It wasn’t a word Cameron normally associated with men, and never in relation to himself, but right then, with Asher looking at him like he’d hung the moon, he felt beautiful. “Kiss me.”
Gripping his chin, Asher applied pressure to the underside of his jaw with his thumb, urging his head up. Some of the urgency had evaporated, but the meeting of their mouths was no less intense because of it. He wanted more, so much more. Straining against Asher’s hold on his wrist, he bowed away from the door, needing to be closer.
“I want to touch you.” Catching Asher’s bottom lip between his teeth, he bit lightly. “Let me touch you.”
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Asher wanted to keepCameron just as he was—bound, pinned to the door, helpless and at his mercy. Not even he could deny such a sweetly spoken plea.
Moving quickly, he released Cameron’s wrists and spun them around, reversing their positions so that his own back pressed against the door. It wasn’t a position he normally enjoyed, preferring to lead, to have the control, but he trusted Cameron. If the man wanted to touch him, Asher would give him all the access he could handle. Inone fluid motion, he stripped his T-shirt off and tossed it to the floor, enjoying the way Cameron’s eyes tracked his every move.
“Touch me,” he ordered, unable to give up total control. He’d have to work on that.
If Cameron had a problem with it, he didn’t say anything. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he pressed his hands to Asher’s chest, splaying his fingers across the twitching muscles. Slow and torturous, he began his exploration, dragging his hands over every inch of Asher’s chest before moving lower to his clenching stomach.
“More,” he demanded after tracing every hard brick of Asher’s abs. “I want more.”
Vibrating with the effort to keep himself motionless, Asher squeezed his eyes closed and nodded once. His cock throbbed behind his zipper, begging for relief, but his mind had taken a hard left to veer down memory lane—memories that had no place here with Cameron.
He couldn’t shake it, though. His heart beat too fast, too hard, and not entirely because of desire. The muscles in his back knotted until he could feel every imperfection of the door pressing into him. His throat tightened, and he had to force each breath out in a shallow wheeze.
No matter how many times he told himself that this was Cameron and he could trust him, it didn’t help. The hands that gripped his waist weren’t small and soft withlong, slender fingers. The lips working their way down his chest weren’t sweet and gentle. It didn’t matter what heknew. When those hands left his torso and moved toward his face, he flinched, preparing for the pain that would follow.
No pain came. Instead, gentle hands cradled his face. Cameron didn’t speak, and he seemed to be holding his breath as he studied Asher for a long time. Finally, he nodded, just a minute movement, and dropped his hands. Slowly, deliberately, he placed each of his wrists into Asher’s hands, pressing into his palms until Asher got the hint and tightened his hold.
