Cameron was having none of his teasing. “Asher!”
“Okay, okay,” he chuckled.
Even with Cameron coiled around him like a python, his lips nibbling at every inch of skin he could reach, Asher managed to strip out of his party clothes with surprising efficiency. Hooking a thumb into the waistband of his jeans, he shoved both the denim and his boxers down his thighs, groaning when his cock sprang free of the confinement.
Moaning appreciatively, Cameron slanted their mouths together in another hungry kiss as he reached between them to fist Asher’s hard length, stroking and massaging him. The sensitive crown rubbed against Cameron’s abdomen, smearing a line of pre-cum across hissoft skin, the friction making Asher’s head spin and his balls ache.
Lips fused together, tongues dueling, he walked them toward the king-sized bed. All traces of humor and teasing vanished, replaced by primitive need and increasing impatience. Gripping Cameron by the hips, Asher wrenched out of the kiss and spun him around, shoving his chest roughly to the mattress. Feet firmly on the floor, back bowed, his pert ass thrust into the air, he was fucking breathtaking.
“Don’t move,” Asher ordered, giving Cameron’s backside a hard squeeze that pulled a ragged whimper from his lips. Fuck, he made the most delicious sounds.
He was amped up, his cock leaking generously from the slit, but his hands were steady when he opened the top drawer of the nightstand. He found the small bottle of lube quickly, then tore one of the foil packets from the strip of condoms. Ripping the latter open with his teeth, he extracted the thin latex and rolled it down his pulsing shaft as he moved back into position behind Cameron.
“Fuck,” Cameron whined, his hand moving determinedly up and down his hard length. “Hurry, Asher. I need you.”
A distinctiveclickechoed through the room when he popped open the lid on the bottle of lube. His body knew that sound and responded accordingly. His cock flexed and throbbed, and his balls drew tight in anticipation.Drizzling a generous amount over his erection, he coated it from base to crown, then slid his slick fingers down the crease of Cameron’s upturned ass.
Cameron moaned and pushed back against his hand in a wanton display of need and desire.
Asher circled the tight ring of Cameron’s entrance, slicking and relaxing the muscles before pushing in hard with two fingers. Cameron’s entire body jerked as he cried out Asher’s name. Blanketing his back, Asher trailed kisses across Cameron’s shoulders, giving him a moment to adjust before he began pumping his fingers, pushing harder and deeper with every inward glide.
With both hands on the bed to steady himself, Cameron writhed against the mattress, rubbing his cock over the maroon comforter and rocking back into Asher’s hand. Sharp, ragged breaths puffed from his lips, interspersed with greedy moans and incoherent babbling.
“Now, Asher,” Cameron panted. “Fuck, please, I’m close.”
Hell, Asher was close, too, and he hadn’t even touched his own cock. Slipping his fingers free, he grabbed Cameron’s hips in a bruising hold and lifted his ass higher into the air. Lining up his latex-covered erection, he pushed forward, breaching the ring of muscle. His breath rushed out, and his grip on Cameron’s hips tightened as heat surrounded him.
He inched forward in a torturously slow glide until he was completely seated and pressed flush against Cameron’s backside. “Christ,” he bit out through clenched teeth as Cameron’s inner walls squeezed around him. “You look so pretty wrapped around my cock.”
A low, strangled groan spilled from Cameron’s lips. “Look later. Move now.”
“Good point,” he agreed as he pulled back then shoved forward again.
He didn’t start slow. He didn’t gradually build into a steady tempo. He thrust hard and fast, slamming into Cameron’s silky heat with a bone-jarring intensity that had them both careening toward the edge within minutes.
Prying his finger from Cameron’s hip, Asher reached around him, gripping his bouncing cock and squeezing him tightly. The length pulsed in his grasp, the head slick and weeping with the proof of Cameron’s desire. Oh, yeah, he was close.
“I want to hear you scream,” he whispered harshly against Cameron’s ear. “Will you scream for me? Scream my name?”
“Asher!”
“That’s it right there.” Asher sucked at the side of Cameron’s neck, drawing the skin between his teeth and nipping it lightly. “Fucking perfect.” He snapped his hips, increasing his pace and driving into Cameron’s welcomingbody with raw, primal need. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel it.”
Cameron screamed his name again as he bucked up from the mattress, his inner walls strangling Asher’s cock as ropes of hot semen exploded from his slit to paint Asher’s hand and wrist. Unable to hold out even a second longer, Asher tumbled over the edge after him, thrusting through his own release as he spilled himself into the condom.
They stayed that way for a long time, Asher draped over Cameron’s back as he rode out the aftershocks and struggled to catch his breath. When his pulse finally slowed, and his cock began to soften, he eased from Cameron’s sweat-slicked body, sank to the floor beside the bed, and removed the soiled condom.
“Shower,” Cameron mumbled. He didn’t try to get up from the bed, but a contented smile curved his lips. “And food.” He sounded dazed and thoroughly well-fucked.
Asher took that as a compliment.
“We probably need to change the comforter, too.”
Cameron grunted. “Yeah, well, whose fault is that?” He still had his ass pushed up into the air, but he curled his arms under his chest. “Do you think they heard us?”
Of that, Asher had no doubt. “They’re probably all passed out by now.”
“Okay.” Cameron yawned, and his eyelids drooped.
