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His words cut off in a strangled groan when Asher shoved forward, sliding into him in one hard plunge. From there, primal instinct ruled. Cameron had only one heartbeat of pause to gather his bearings before Asher began an all-out assault against his senses.
Sight, smell, touch, taste—nothing registered except the two of them. Every hard, driving thrust pushed him closer to the edge. The further his control slipped, the more bruising Asher’s hold became, and Cameron loved every second.
“More,” he demanded, rocking back, meeting Asher thrust for punishing thrust. “Harder.”
One hand on Cameron’s shoulder, the other on his hip, Asher thrust into him hard and fast, nailing his prostate on every other plunge. Pressure built in Cameron’s balls, tingles swept over his sweat-dampened skin, and his head started to spin from lack of oxygen. Gasping and panting, he braced one hand on the back of the sofa and reached for his bouncing cock with the other, fisting the length and jerking it from base to crown in quick, desperate strokes.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Gonna…”
“Yes. Do it, Cam.” Asher slammed into him and grinded against his ass, his cock rubbing against Cameron’s prostate. “Come for me.”
Cameron couldn’t have stopped his orgasm if he’d tried. Burying his face into the cushions on the back of the sofa, he cried out, his body jerking and stiffening as he spilled long jets of semen over the leather upholstery.
The hand on his shoulder moved to twist in his hair, pulling him up and to the side so that Asher could cover his mouth in a bruising kiss. The rhythm of Asher’s hips stuttered, his movements becoming short and quick, and a few thrusts later, he moaned into Cameron’s mouth as he shuddered through his release.
“Jesus Christ,” Asher muttered long seconds later as he rested his head against Cameron’s temple. “It just keeps getting better.”
Cameron had to agree. “Sorry about your couch.”
Chuckling, Asher dipped his head to kiss Cameron’s jaw. “I don’t give a damn about the couch.”
“Mm, good to know.”
They needed to shower, and probably find something to eat. Cameron also needed to drink his weight in water if he wanted to avoid a hangover the next morning. First, he had to remember how to make his limbs move.
“Shower?”
Asher brushed a kiss against his nape as he eased out of him. “Yeah, shower.”
“Okay.” Cameron bobbed his head a few times. “Maybe you can just carry me there.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He could take it however he wanted, but Cameron still couldn’t move. “I’m just going to stay right here for a minute.”
“Yes, stay.” Asher ghosted a kiss down his neck and across the expanse of his shoulders.
Cameron had the distinct impression they were talking about a lot more than just him finding the energy to move from the couch. “Is that what you want?”
Asher simply hummed in agreement.
Too content to rock the boat or freak the guy out with “serious” talk, Cameron closed his eyes and grinned. “Okay, then, I’ll stay.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
By seven the nextevening, Asher’s house had been transformed into the most cheerful haunted mansion Cameron had ever seen. Black tinsel had been draped over everything that would stand still, along with cobwebs, fake blood, and tattered cloth bandages. Scarecrows, jack-o-lanterns, spiders, bats, and even headstones—it looked like Halloween had thrown up everywhere, but it was still pretty damn cool.
A dozen tables lined the walls of the game room, which Cameron learned had been one half of an actual ballroom when Asher had first purchased the house. With the arcade machines, game tables, and furniture removed, he could kind of picture it. When the party planners had slid back the wood panels that separated the game room from the den, he’d been wowed.
Every type of finger food imaginable covered the tables, as well as smoking cauldrons filled with a bright green liquid Cameron had yet to find the courage to try. He had, however, been eyeing the chocolate fountain since he’d seen the party planners bring it in, and he’d been slowly making his way to the table since the party started. Unfortunately, he kept being stopped and detained by people he knew or people who wanted to know him.
He hadn’t even realized Asher knew so many people, and he couldn’t imagine why any of them would want to talk to him, but he smiled politely and nodded when appropriate. Around the third or fourth time it happened, Cameron realized something kind of sad. Asher knew a lot of people, but none of them were actual friends. Most of them, he’d met through either his agent, Becca, or Luke, and none of them really knew anything about him.
Becca was there, though Cameron had barely recognized her in her Wicked Witch costume, complete with fake nose and warts. Luke dazzled as a woodland nymph, even if Cameron had blushed at the extraordinary amount of skin showing. The guy wore what basically amounted to a tiny tutu made of twigs and leaves with a matching crown and a pair of flip flops.
Cameron’s parents were there as well, dressed as Cinderella and her dashing prince. Natalie had arrived with Nico, and while she’d gone all-out in her zombie bride costume, Nico’s only concession had been to don a fedora and a trench coat. Even Maddie had deigned to grace them with her presence, dressed as a super creepy Wednesday Adams.
For reasons Cameron couldn’t understand, Asher had also invited Raine and Kieran from the club. Both had arrived as Spartan warriors, and while Cameron wouldn’t say it out loud, Raine definitely pulled off the look a lot better than his friend.
