Page 77 of Flirt
“I’m not the type to run when things get hard. I also don’t give up when I see something I want.”
It was immature and a needy, but he had to ask. “What do you want?”
Cameron’s hands settled on his waist and pulled him closer for a slow, thoughtful kiss. “You, Asher Dare. From the moment we met, I wanted you. Just because a storm may or may not be blowing in, that hasn’t changed.”
“The storm is definitely coming, and it’s going to be big. Maybe you want me now, but what about when everyone finds out exactly who I am? What happens when you have to tell your friends and family you’re dating a whore?”
Cameron’s eyes flashed with anger, and he grabbed Asher’s face, forcing him to meet his stare. “Listen close, because I’m only going to say this once.” He waited, not letting Asher look away. “I don’t give a fuck about yourpast. You were a kid, and it breaks my fucking heart that you had to go through it. That is theonlything I feel about the situation.”
“I wasn’t a kid when I took that blogger home from the club.”
“You like sex. Who the hell doesn’t? As long as both parties are willing and able, it’s not anyone else’s business, including mine.” His eyes darkened, and his hands tightened on Asher’s face. “I’m. Not. Leaving. So, I guess the question is, are you?”
Against all his better judgment, the answer was too easy to give. If Cameron wanted him to stay, he’d stay. “I’m not leaving.” His heart rate slowed, and a sudden, inexplicable calm settled over him. “How the hell do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Always manage to say exactly what I need to hear.”
Cameron kissed him again, his lips curved at the corners. “I didn’t say anything you didn’t already know.” He kissed him once more, this time harder, more heated. “Now, stop thinking. Stop talking. Stop trying to make decisions for me.”
“Demanding,” Asher teased, his erection going from half-interested to painfully hard in the span of a single breath. “Anything else I can do for you?”
“Yeah,” Cameron breathed. “You can put that smart mouth to much better use.”
Asher shuddered, and a low groan rolled through his chest. “Bedroom. Now.”
~
Finally, Cameron thought asthey stumbled their way to his bedroom.
With eager hands and unsteady fingers, they made quick work of the rest of their clothing, leaving a trail of discarded shoes, socks, pants, and boxers behind them. Locking an arm around Cameron’s waist, Asher molded their bodies together from sternum to hips, groaning as he took Cameron’s mouth in another hard kiss.
They had said everything that needed to be said, and the time for words had passed. No doubt, no hesitation, Asher took what he wanted, plunging deep between Cameron’s gasping lips as he held his hips immobile. Their tongues met, twined, and retreated, over and over in an intimate, familiar rhythm, a mimicry and a promise of things to come.
Head spinning, heart pounding, Cameron gasped when Asher pressed a hand to the center of his chest and shoved him onto the bed, following him down to claim his mouth in another hungry kiss. Tangling his fingers in Asher’s hair, he exhaled on a low moan and arched up from the mattress, skin-starved and desperate.
“Condoms?”
Cameron waved his right hand out to the side as he nipped and licked along the curve of Asher’s jaw. His teeth grazed the dark stubble, and the groan he received in return set him on fire.
“Nightstand,” he muttered, working his way up Asher’s neck to his ear and catching the lobe between his lips. “Top drawer.”
Gone was the slow simmer, the light itch of anticipation. He was burning alive, his skin tight and sensitive, his body aching with need. He didn’t want romance or foreplay. No sensual buildup needed. From the moment their mouths had connected in the living room, the urgency had only intensified.
“Hurry.”
One word, spoken in a harsh whisper, but it spurred Asher into movement. Stretching out over Cameron, he reached for the nightstand, dropping his head and hissing when his hard length rubbed over Cameron’s stomach. The grind of the drawer, clinks and clacks as he dug through the contents, the sound of cardboard ripping, then he was back, kissing a wet path down Cameron’s chest to his navel.
He dipped lower, bypassing where Cameron wanted his mouth most, instead kissing a trail of liquid fire up the inside of one thigh while he scraped his blunt fingernails along the other. The moan that ripped from Cameron’s throat sounded raw and desperate, but he couldn’t careabout propriety. Tangling his fingers in Asher’s hair, he arched his hips, pleading without words.
Despite his obvious hints to hurry things along, Asher set a leisurely pace that left Cameron both turned on and frustrated. A hand cradled his balls, the touch too light, too gentle. Cameron grunted, pulling hard on Asher’s hair.
“Stop being a fucking tease.”
His demands only made Asher chuckle before he flicked his tongue up Cameron’s shaft in another barely-there caress. Then he repeated the process in reverse, sliding his tongue down the length, tracing the vein that snaked along the underside of Cameron’s cock.
“Relax.” With a wicked grin, Asher dropped his head, sucking just the crown between his lips.
