Page 78 of Flirt
Pleasure coiled in Cameron’s belly, but like everything else, it lasted only briefly.
Lifting his head, Asher laughed, clearly enjoying the torment he was causing. “Impatient much?”
Fuck, yes, he was impatient, but he wouldn’t give the bastard the satisfaction of voicing his frustration out loud. Fisting his hands in the comforter, he tried to remain as still as possible, waiting, watching, daring Asher to make the next move.
With a feral grin, Asher grabbed him by the hips, pinning him to mattress as he engulfed Cameron’s cock to the base in one swallow. His throat muscles constrictedaround the head as his tongue played along the shaft, and Cameron’s eyes rolled back in his head.
Holy fuck, he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t even pull enough air into his lungs to moan or whimper or gasp. Every nerve ending sizzled, enhancing his senses. The dim light from the bedside lamp seemed suddenly bright, almost offensively so. Every ragged breath echoed in the room, unnaturally loud. The musky scent of sex hung heavy in the air, filling his head and making him dizzy.
Asher set a torturous pace, dragging his lips up and down Cameron’s length, taking him to the edge, but never letting him fall over. His hands roamed over Cameron’s stomach, his sides, and down his thighs, mapping every curve and valley.
Cameron’s heart beat too fast, too hard, and his muscles quivered as Asher took him to the back of his throat over and over. Long fingers plucked at his erect nipples while Asher fondled his balls with his other hand, rolling and squeezing, steadily increasing the pressure and driving him to delirium.
Then, everything stopped.
“No!” Pushing up on his elbows, Cameron struggled to speak in coherent sentences. “No. Yes. Wait. Fuck. What?”
What the hell just happened?
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Jesus fucking Christ, Asherwas going to spontaneously combust—or embarrass the hell out of himself—if he didn’t get inside Cameron soon. Undressing him had been like wrapping a lightning bolt, all heat and electricity that sizzled and scorched and set the whole goddamn room on fire.
Eyes half-lidden, lips swollen, his cock glistening from Asher’s mouth, Cameron was a goddamn vision, and one Asher could no longer resist. Snatching up the condom from where he’d left it beside Cameron’s head, he ripped open the envelope with his teeth and sheathed himself in the latex. Finding the small, clear bottle of lube in the tangle of covers, he coated two fingers.
Hooking his other arm behind Cameron’s knee, he leaned into him, opening him wider, pressing his thigh back to his chest. Those kissed-pink lips proved too tempting to resist, and Asher slanted their mouths together, thrusting deep with his tongue as he coated Cameron’s entrance with the slick gel.
Winding his arms around Asher’s neck, Cameron clung to him, moaning into the kiss and rocking his hips to rub their erections together. The friction, the heat, those sexy-as-fuck whimpers were making Asher crazy, and when Cameron arched into him and swiveled his hips, Asher nearly lost it.
Slipping just the tip of his index finger through the ring of muscles, he groaned in approval when Cameronrelaxed and opened for him instantly. His hands shook, his body vibrated, but he kept things slow, easing into Cameron’s silky channel. It felt like eternity, but eventually, Cameron loosened enough for him to insert a second finger, then finally a third.
Just when he thought he’d go mad from need, Cameron whispered the most beautiful words he’d ever heard.
“Fuck me.”
Okay, so, not eloquent or romantic, but still music to his ears.
Bracing the hand under Cameron’s knee on the mattress, he gripped the base of his cock, lined up the crown with his stretched entrance, and thrust forward. Heat and pressure surrounded his length, squeezing him hard enough to force the air out of his lungs. Fuck, he wasn’t going to last.
They groaned in unison when he bottomed out, both of them shaking with restraint. Buried to the base, Asher stilled, stroking Cameron’s side in light caresses while he gave them both a minute to adjust. Apparently, Cameron neither needed nor wanted any such courtesy.
Digging his fingers into Asher’s biceps, he locked his free leg around Asher’s hips and flexed. “Move.”
Asher didn’t need a second invitation. He started gently, slowly building up to a steady rhythm that had Cameron moaning and writhing beneath him, calling hisname between panted breaths. His body thrummed with desire, sending electrical currents up and down his spine and spreading heat out to his extremities. Each hard thrust ratcheted his pleasure higher, and his head spun as the sounds of skin meeting skin echoed throughout the room.
The world around him faded away, narrowing to where their bodies joined, and as the tempo intensified, so did his need for release. The muscles in his back flexed, and his thighs began to shake as he thrust deep and paused, grinding his hips against Cameron’s ass.
“Close,” he warned.
Cameron just jerked him closer and nodded.
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Harder, faster, deeper, rougher—Cameron didn’t care. He just needed more.
Insinuating a hand between their heaving bodies, he fisted his cock, squeezing the base and dragging his hand along the shaft, stroking in time with every bone-jarring, demanding thrust. It didn’t take much, only a couple of strokes, before he bowed up from the mattress with a loud moan.
He squeezed his eyes closed and threw his head back, growling Asher’s name as thick ropes of cream erupted from his slit to paint his chest and stomach. Deep shudders wracked him, and he jerked his length faster, wringingevery drop of semen, every ounce of pleasure from his body. When he felt empty and sated, he finally opened his eyes, staring up at Asher just in time to watch him topple over the edge as well.
