“I will.” Cameron’s entire body trembled as he swayed closer. “I promise.”
Half-rising from the bench, Asher forced him backward, pressing him into the wall again before lowering himself to his knees. The river rocks dug into his skin, making the joints ache, but any discomfort was quelled when Cameron closed his eyes and exhaled a quiet, breathy moan.
His swollen length jutted from a nest of trimmed curls, the plum-shaped crown a deep purple and leaking from the slit. Asher grunted appreciatively, his own cock hard and proud between his thighs. With one hand still on Cameron’s hip, anchoring him to the wall, he stroked the other down his quivering abdominal muscles, then traced the shallowVat his groin.
Closing his eyes, Cameron tilted his head back, his breaths coming quick and shallow.
“No,” Asher demanded, wrapping his hand around the base of Cameron’s erection and giving it a firm squeeze. “Look at me.”
Cameron’s eyes popped open immediately, and he bucked into Asher’s fist with a sharp gasp.
“That’s it.” He slid his hand down the length and twisted it around the crown. “Keep your eyes on me.”
God, he loved seeing Cameron like this. Loved watching him come unraveled, seeing him let go of the control he clung so tightly to the rest of the time.
Holding Cameron’s stare, he glided his hand slowly back down to the base, smirking at the glassy, dazed look in his eyes. He kept his touch light, teasing, giving Cameron just enough to drive him crazy, but not really providing the friction he obviously wanted. Dipping his head, he nuzzled the crease of Cameron’s thigh, skimming his nose along the smooth skin as he inhaled the heady scent of him deep into his lungs.
His mouth watered as his own cock jerked with interest. Desperate for a taste, he held Cameron’s erection upright and laved a wet line along the underside of his pulsing shaft. A high-pitched whine spilled from Cameron’s lips when Asher swirled his tongue around the flared head, then pressed it flat to the tip, lapping at the moisture that beaded from his slit.
He took his time, driving Cameron crazy with barely-there touches and featherlight brushes of his lips. He cupped Cameron’s heavy sack in his palm, massaging his balls with the same gentle attention he’d shown his cock.
When Cameron was panting and squirming, trembling from head to toe, Asher finally leaned in and wrapped his lips around the head. Cameron moaned andbowed away from the wall, pushing his dick deeper into Asher’s mouth. He stilled almost at once, and his mumbled apology filled the enclosed space.
Asher didn’t want his apology, though. He didn’t want his consideration. With a tap to Cameron’s hip, he encouraged him to move, to take what he needed. There was a moment of hesitation, then long fingers slid into his hair, holding him still as Cameron fed his cock through Asher’s lips until he nudged against the back of his throat.
Asher relaxed and breathed through his nose, swallowing around the bulbous crown. The loud cry he received in response was music to his ears. A vein pulsed against Asher’s tongue, the hard flesh hot and heavy inside his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard, careful to keep his teeth covered as he dragged his lips back up the shaft.
Cameron rocked his hips, pushing into Asher’s mouth in quick, shallow thrusts as unintelligible sounds echoed through the room. It didn’t take them long to find a rhythm, and even less time for that rhythm to falter as Cameron neared the pinnacle.
Fisting his own cock, Asher stroked himself hard and fast as Cameron used his mouth, pistoning past his lips in rough, erratic thrusts. Asher moaned approvingly, his balls aching for release.
Wanting to see Cameron’s face, needing to watch him fall over the edge, Asher tilted his head and looked up. Theinstant their eyes met, Cameron gasped, his hips jerked, and a torrent of salty cream flooded Asher’s mouth. Asher drank him down greedily, milking him of every drop.
When he’d completely spent himself, instead of leaning back against the wall to catch his breath as Asher had expected, Cameron lowered to the floor in front of him. Gripping the back of Asher’s neck, he pulled him into a hard kiss, his tongue slipping between his panting lips to lick inside his mouth.
Asher’s hand was batted away, and Cameron’s fist closed around his throbbing cock, massaging him with quick, deft strokes.
“Come for me,” Cameron murmured against his lips. “Come for me, Asher.”
That was all it took, just that one, softly whispered command. Dropping his head to Cameron’s shoulder, Asher groaned, his entire body shaking as his balls emptied onto the shower floor between his knees.
Limp and sated, he brushed his lips up the side of Cameron’s neck, lingering near the curve of his jaw, then pressed their mouths together tenderly.
“Everything will be okay,” Cameron said, stroking Asher’s wet hair back from his face. “You’ll get through this.”
“We,” Asher corrected. “Wewill get through this.”
The smile he received brightened even the darkest parts of his heart. “That’s right,” Cameron agreed, leaning in to rub their lips together again. “We will get through this.”
Chapter Three
The mansion had everyamenity under the sun—Cameron often likened it to a resort—but the library had always been Asher’s favorite room. He went there to work, to think, to relax. He went there to hide. Sometimes, from the world, and sometimes, from himself.
When he had an important decision to make, he often headed to his favorite leather armchair in the corner of the library by the windows. It was where he’d had some of his best ideas and answered some of the most probing questions. At the desk by the balcony doors, he’d written his last bestseller. It was where he’d realized that he wanted something more with Cameron, something that went beyond a single night.
The library had never let him down.
A cold front had moved in early that morning, dropping the temperatures into the mid-fifties with windchills even colder than that. By two o’clock, the sky had turned a dull, sullen gray as the clouds rolled in to blanket the city. Wind howled through the trees, shaking loose the colorful leaves that still clung to the branches, while heavy rain pelted the windows.
