“Iamtrying,” I remonstrated.
“I know.” He let out a breath. “And as much as you want me? I want you too.”
My heart pounded. “You say things like that, and all I want to do istakeyou.”
Cameron shivered. “Then take me. Right here. Right now.”
He’d just flicked a switch in my head.
I grabbed Cameron by the front of his shirt, pushed him roughly against the wall, and kissed him with all the hunger burning inside me, a collision of lips and tongues. I pinned him there with my body, grinding against him, hard enough that he moaned.
Fuck, I kissed him as though I’d been starving for him. I gripped the back of his neck with one hand, the other on his hip. My tongue slid against his, and each fresh groan that burst from his lips only ramped up my intensifying desire for him?—
My need for him.
Cameron broke away, breathless. “Holy shit.”
My voice was a growl I didn’t recognise. “Do you want me to stop?”
He laughed, a wild, reckless sound. “Don’t even think about it.”
I kissed him again, deeper this time, rougher, my hands exploring his warm flesh under his shirt, Cameron arching into every touch as if he’d been waiting for this moment his entire life.
Then he slid his leg between mine, grinding up, and I let out an uncontrolled, primal groan.
Cameron’s eyes darkened. “You don’t have to hold yourself in with me.”
I shuddered out a breath. “You keep telling me to let go. So that’s what I’m going to do.” I kissed him until we were both shaking, my mind playing out where I could take this.
I wanted him against every wall in the flat, bent over the chest, on the couch, on the rug in front of the fireplace.
I want him any way I can get him.
Our bodies pressed together as if we’d been magnetised, and my knees nearly buckled when Cameron cupped my stiffening cock and squeezed it.
A heartbeat later, we were tearing each other’s clothes off, both of us breathing erratically.
“Lube?”
I laughed. “You know where it is.”
He ran naked into the bedroom, and when he returned with the bottle and a packet of wipes, I was sitting on the couch, slapping my dick against my palm. I patted the seat cushions.
“On your knees.”
Fuck, Cameron’s pupils were huge.
He clambered onto the couch, got on all fours, and lowered his head to my cock. I groaned when he took me in his mouth, alternating between sucking and licking.
“Kiss the shaft,” I ground out.
He did as he was told, little nibbling kisses that felt incredible. He dragged his tongue up and down my length, making me shudder every time he flicked under the head. I grabbed his nape and held him steady, filling his mouth with quick, short thrusts, pumping my hips. Then I applied pressure, forcing him to take me deeper, and he moaned around my shaft.
I put my head back and closed my eyes, focusing on the glorious sensations: Cameron’s agile tongue on my cock, the musky, delicious scent emanating from him, the sounds of him spluttering when he tried to take all of me…
“You feel amazing.” I opened my eyes and stared at him, stroking him from his shoulder to his arse, sliding my fingers into his crack, rubbing over that hot little pucker.
Cameron’s moan rebounded off the walls.