Page 96 of Flirt
“More,” he muttered, his voice barely recognizable to his own ears.
Releasing his hold on Asher’s shirt, Cameron grabbed him by the back of the neck, holding him tight, pulling him in until their hips met. It wasn’t enough. He needed to be closer, to feel more skin.
“Take it off.” He didn’t even care what “it” was. He just wanted it gone.
“Damn,” Asher gasped, walking Cameron backwards across the foyer. “You make me fucking crazy.”
The heat pouring from Asher scorched him, but Cameron reveled in the burn. No one had ever wanted him like Asher wanted him—desperate, consuming, and without reservation. A hand tangled in Cameron’s hair, jerking his head back, and he whimpered—actually fucking whimpered—when Asher laid siege to his mouth.
“Bedroom?”
Asher shook his head. “Too far.” Still kissing him, groping him, Asher continued to walk them across the foyer. “Den.”
Cameron managed to kick off his shoes and unbutton his jeans, but that was as far as he got before Asher’s hands joined his, stripping him until he was left naked and flushed. It took even less time to get Asher out of his clothes, and by the time they made it into the den, Cameron was hard enough to pound nails.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Pushing him down onto the sofa, Asher followed, stretching out over him as he claimed Cameron’s mouth in another delirium-inducing kiss.
“Condoms?” Cameron gasped, riding high on the compliment. “Lube?”
Crawling up Cameron’s chest, Asher reached over the end of the sofa, rummaging through the drawer of the end table. Though distracted by the sight of the long, thick cock just inches from his mouth, Cameron still had enough presence of mind to question the availability of the supplies Asher pressed into his hand.
“You keep condoms in the den?” He held up the clear, plastic bottle and arched an eyebrow. “And lube?”
“Reformed manwhore,” Asher answered, lowering himself into the cradle of Cameron’s hips. “There are condoms and lube in every room of this house.”
“Even the library?”
Asher tilted his head, his eyes sparking with humor. “Those I added after I met you.”
Then his mouth crashed down on Cameron’s, silencing any response he might have given. Cameron groaned, his body quaking with desire, and he arched upward, seeking more friction against his aching length.
Apparently, Asher didn’t have the patience for foreplay or preliminaries, which suited Cameron just fine. He didn’t need to be seduced, not this time.
Rising off him, Asher took the lube and condom, then pulled him to his knees, turning him and pressing his chest against the back of the sofa. The snick of the bottle cap was his only warning before he felt the brush of slippery fingers along his crease. Arching his back, he lifted his ass higher, offering himself freely…shamelessly.
A single lubed digit pressed between his cheeks, ringing the muscles of his entrance. Inhaling deeply, Cameron held the breath for a moment, then released it slowly, letting go of all the tension in his body as he exhaled. Relaxing into the caress, he hummed his readiness, pressing back against the gentle touch and groaning when Asher’s finger breached him.
Asher prepared him quickly, almost roughly, one finger becoming two, stroking in and out of him, playing him like a finely tuned instrument. On the next inward glide, he curled his fingers, chuckling when Cameron went stiff and let loose a string of curses.
“Found it.”
“Congratulations,” Cameron panted, digging his fingers into the cushions as Asher continued to rub against his prostate. “God, you’re such a fucking tease.”
“And you’re mouthy when you’re frustrated.”
Cameron whipped his head around, glaring at Asher over his shoulder. “I wouldn’t be frustrated if you’d shut up and fuck me already.”
Asher’s fingers slipped from his ass, and the hazel of his eyes darkened with challenge. Shuffling closer, he bracketed Cameron’s thighs with his own, holding his gaze as he ripped open the foil envelope and rolled the latex down his shaft.
“So, that’s it, huh? Just shut up and fuck you?”
Cameron nodded. “Preferably with lots of lube, but I’ll take it however I can get it.”
Another snick of the bottle cap, pregnant pause, then strong hands gripped his ass, spreading his cheeks as the blunt tip of Asher’s cock pressed against his entrance.
“Cameron,” Asher mimicked. “You’re awfully demanding tonight.”
“Goddamn it, Ash—”
