Long fingers tangled in his wet hair as Asher pulled him close, holding him still so that their lips were barely a breath apart. “Shut up and kiss me.”
~
Cameron was obsessing.
It wasn’t surprising, but Asher hated seeing the anxiety in his eyes. If left to his own devices, Cameron would makehimself sick worrying about every little detail, imagining all the ways it could have gone differently. If the online articles did indeed twist his words and try to use them to paint a negative picture, he’d blame himself, and there wasn’t a damn thing Asher could do about it.
He could, however, offer a distraction, a few moments of pleasure to quiet his racing mind.
Clenching his fist, holding more tightly to Cameron’s hair, he slanted their mouths together, plunging his tongue between those soft, plump lips. He swallowed down Cameron’s gasp and delved deeper, attacking his mouth in a brutal kiss that had them both groaning and panting for breath.
As he licked and nibbled at his lips, he insinuated a hand between them and fisted Cameron’s rigid cock beneath the water. Cameron groaned, jerked out of the kiss and squeezing his eyes closed.
“No,” Asher growled. Releasing the damp locks, he slid his hand along the curve of Cameron’s throat and urged his head up by pressing a thumb to his chin. “Look at me.”
Their eyes met, held, and the world faded away as Cameron thrust his hips forward, pushing his thick length through Asher’s grip.
“That’s it,” Asher praised, stroking him in quick glides from base to tip. “I’ve got you, Cam. Just let go.”
Asher’s own cock hardened painfully, throbbing and aching, but this wasn’t about him. Pushing aside his owndesires, he focused on Cameron, enjoying the way his creamy skin flushed a beautiful shade of pink that started in his cheeks and spread down his neck.
Soft hands came up to rest on his shoulders in an almost tentative touch as Cameron rocked his hips, fucking into Asher’s fist. Every breath rushed from his kiss-swollen lips, faster, shallower, but he wasn’t there yet. Asher could see it in the tightness that still lingered around his eyes, a narrowing that had nothing to do with pleasure.
He stroked him harder, almost roughly, pushing Cameron closer to the edge until quiet, needy moans poured from his mouth. Adjusting on the bench, he parted his legs, spreading Cameron’s thighs wider in the process. He arched into him, capturing his lips in another blistering kiss as he slid a hand down Cameron’s crease to tap at his puckered entrance.
The reaction was immediate. Cameron moaned into his mouth and bucked his hips, his thrusts erratic and uncoordinated, making the water churn around them. Asher circled the tight muscles, stroking and teasing but never entering as he brushed his thumb across the slit of Cameron’s cock.
Cameron writhed, his body coiled tight and vibrating with need. Wrenching his mouth away from Asher’s, he threw his head back, his face tipped up to the stars. His fingertips bit into Asher’s shoulders as he thrust harder, finding a rhythm he liked and grinding against him.
“Look at me,” Asher said, repeating his earlier order. He wanted Cameron’s eyes on him.
Cameron groaned and lowered his head.
“That’s right. Look right here at me, sweetheart.” Asher groaned, his cock throbbing more insistently at the expression on Cameron’s face.
Lips wet and swollen. Eyes glassy and hooded. Pupils blown. His skin flushed with desire.
God, he was fucking gorgeous.
“Come for me,” Asher bit out, twisting his wrist around the head of Cameron’s cock. “Let go of everything and come for me.”
He lowered his head, bringing his mouth to the side of Cameron’s neck and scraped his teeth down the sensitive skin. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough for him to feel it.
Cameron shuddered as every muscle in his body tensed. A loud moan burst from his lips, and he thrust twice more, spilling creamy ropes of semen into the clear water. Asher continued to stroke him, massaging the rigid shaft until Cameron let out a shaky sigh and collapsed against his chest.
“Jesus,” Cameron panted a moment later. “I think my brain just leaked out of my dick.”
Asher grinned and pressed a kiss to his forehead as he drew languid lines up and down Cameron’s back with his fingertips. His cock ached, still hard and swollen, but hewas perfectly content to sit there and hold Cameron until the sun broke over the horizon.
He’d never been a selfless lover. Sure, he’d given his share of blowjobs, but always with the expectation of receiving something in return. A guy’s ass or his mouth, Asher hadn’t been picky as long as he got off in the end.
With Cameron, everything was different. Asher liked bringing him pleasure. He craved every moan and whimper, felt a rush every time Cameron called his name. Watching Cameron fall over the edge, knowing he’d put that look of bliss on his face, filled him with a deep satisfaction he’d never experienced from club hookups and one-night stands.
Cameron snuggled closer, his head resting on Asher’s shoulder. The movement positioned his ass right over Asher’s erection so that the hard length slid along his crease. Cameron chuckled.
“Need a hand with that?”
“I’m good.” He tightened his arms around Cameron’s back when he tried to sit up. “I don’t want to move yet, though.”
