by Sean Michael
“How do you want me?” Cameron asked.
“I want you.”
“I’m right here.”
“I know. I should finish what I started first.” Xander began to slide back down his body.
“Xander?” Finish? Finish what?
“Right here, Cameron.” Xander pushed Cameron’s legs apart and kissed his inner thigh.
“But… Oh. So soft.” The caress made his breath hitch.
“You are.” Xander licked and kissed again.
“I thought you wanted inside me…”
“Eventually. I need to finish tasting you first.”
“Tasting me? Do I taste good?”
“You do.” Xander’s mouth was back at his balls, but he just dropped a pair of soft kisses before pushing beyond them, licking toward his hole.
“Xander?” He gasped, shivered. Chett wouldn’t have done that for him. He’d never had a lover who would.
“Hmm?” The sweet licks stopped just shy of his hole, Xander’s head rising.
He supposed Xander was looking up at him.
“You don’t have to. I— I know some people don’t like to.”
“They have no idea what they’re missing out on.” Xander’s face pressed between his legs again, this time the hot tongue going straight for his hole, teasing it.
He groaned and spread, legs sprawling wide.
“Yes,” floated up from between his legs, and Xander began to lick at him, little touches to the sensitive skin around his hole.
Oh, God. He grabbed his knees and pulled, spreading himself, baring himself. Humming, Xander licked harder, tongue dragging partway along his crack, then hard over his hole. Cameron had never felt anything quite like that, quite so intense, so wild. Then Xander’s tongue pushed into his body, wet and hot and spreading him just enough to feel.
“Fuck…” The single, filthy word pushed out of him.
That seemed to spur Xander on, the hot tongue inside him going deeper. He bucked into the penetration, cock starting to fill again. Xander wriggled his tongue, then fucked him with it, pushing it in and out, and in and out. Cameron groaned, swallowed, moved on Xander’s tongue.
It went on and on, Xander driving him out of his mind. Crazy. Xander was making him crazy. It just kept going, Xander stopping now and then to take a deep breath, to blow against his wet hole. He shivered over and over, nipples going tight. Xander spread Cameron’s ass cheeks with both hands, palms hot against his skin, and dove in even deeper.
“I can’t… You’re— I— Your tongue.” Fuck.
His words spurred Xander on again, the man’s tongue moving faster. One of Xander’s fingers slipped into him, spreading him a little more than that tongue alone could do.
“Please…” He wasn’t even sure what he was begging for.
Xander hummed, and the vibrations shot up through him. Cameron explored his own body, sliding his hands over his skin as he was driven higher and higher into absolute craziness. He lost track of time, of everything—pleasure all there was.
He cried out as Xander’s tongue slid away, jerked as a soft kiss landed on his balls. All he could focus on was Xander and the need the man was building in him.
Xander gave him a tube of lube. “Get my cock ready?”
“Yes. Yes.” He got the tube open, slicked his fingers.
Xander straddled his chest, waiting for his touch. He found Xander’s belly with his dry hand, then headed south so he could find Xander’s cock. Thick, hot, swollen—it felt great against his palm. Groaning, Xander pushed into his touch, the tip of the hard cock leaking a drop of liquid for him. Xander liked that.
Cameron focused on making the man move for him again, to hear that deep, low groan again.
“You’ve got a great touch, Cameron.” God, his name sounded good in Xander’s husky tones.
“Thank you. Your cock is so hard.”
“It is. I want you.”
“I’m yours.” For another four whole days.
“Am I slick enough?” Xander asked, cock throbbing in his hand.
“Yes. Yes, I need to feel you.” He wanted to know what that thick, fat cock felt like buried inside him.
Xander slid down his body and settled between his legs, raising one and setting it over Xander’s shoulder. The thick head of Xander’s cock pressed against him. Damien had assured him there wouldn’t be any need for condoms, that his lover would be clean. Not that it mattered. Not now. But, still, it was good to know.
Xander was so hot as he pushed in, slowly, oh so very slowly.
“Big. Full.” He was so full.
Xander stilled, stopped pushing forward.
“Please. Let me feel you. I was empty so long.”
“Not hurting?” Xander’s voice sounded strained.
“No. Aches some, but it’s good. A stretch.”
“Good.” Xander started pushing in again, sinking in deeper.
“Yes.”
Xander didn’t want to hurt him. Good to know. Cameron just wanted to feel everything. Xander stilled when he was all the way in then slowly pulled out again. Cameron’s body clenched, fighting, trying to keep Xander in. Groaning, Xander pushed back in.
The pressure was deep, perfect. Hot.
Xander nodded, hard enough that he could see the movement. Then it didn’t matter, as Xander pushed in and hit his gland.
His eyes rolled back into his head, his world narrowing to his ass.
“Mmm. I think that was the spot, right there.” Xander pulled out and shifted back in again.
He would have agreed, but he couldn’t speak, just nod.
Suddenly, Xander’s lips covered his, the kiss hot as Xander’s cock filled him over and over again. Their skin slapped together, bodies meeting at a furious pace, so different from their slow build up. Panting and groaning, Xander filled his ears as well as his body. It was like being surrounded in a bubble. He loved it.
Xander touched his right nipple, then his left, fingers fumbling a little, stuttering on his skin.
“So good. Xander. So good.”
“For me, too.” Groaning, Xander got his hand around Cameron’s cock, tugging on it.
“Yes. Thank you. Thank you.” He’d needed, so badly.
There were no more words, Xander thrusting harder and harder into him as his cock was stroked in a tight grip.
His orgasm came slowly, curling down his spine, sliding through his body.
“Oh, damn. Yes. Tight.” Xander muttered and groaned, hips jerking, snapping the thick cock into him moments before heat sprayed deeper inside him.
That was exactly what he’d needed. Connection. Heat.
Xander bent to nuzzle his face, dropping soft kisses here and there.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Cameron. And thank you. It was lovely.” Xander pulled out and cleaned him gently before settling next to him. “The next four days are going to be amazing.”
He nodded. “The best of my life.”
“Mmmhmm.” Xander drew him in close, fingers drawing designs on his skin.
It was getting dark, he thought. Or would be soon.
“You want to nap for a bit? Or have something to eat? Another walk on the beach? Something sexy?” Xander asked.
“We could walk. There’s supposed to be a Jacuzzi, too.”
“There is, at the end of the veranda. Needs to be turned on, though. Let’s do that so when we get back from our walk the water is hot,” Xander suggested.
“That sounds fabulous. I… Do you have a cabin, too?” Cameron asked.
“I do. I’d like to stay here, though, with you. As we only have five days…”
“Please. Please, you can stay.” Only four and a half.
“Cool. I will.” Xander kissed him, hand heavy on his belly
.
“Thank you.” He stroked Xander’s soft, thick hair.
“There’s toys in here. On the dresser.”
“Do you like toys?” He wanted to know.
“I do. Would you like to know what I can see from here?”
“Yes, please.”
“There’s ropes, several thicknesses. There’s dildos and plugs, cock rings, cuffs.”
Xander’s words conjured up images. He could imagine them, stacked and presented. Looking obscene. “Wow.”
“There’s a paddle or two, I think. Maybe a whip, or it could be a flogger.”
“I don’t want to be whipped.” He thought he wanted to be paddled, maybe, just to know how it felt.
“I won’t whip you. You need…gentler sensations.”
“Thank you.” He let himself rest, let Xander hold him.
“Are you looking forward to our playing, or are you nervous about it?” Every move Xander made, everything he said, made Cameron feel cared for.
“I’m not nervous.” That was the best thing about his decision. He had nothing left to be scared of.
“Good. I’m going to make it the most amazing experience you could ever imagine.” Xander’s fingers never stopped touching him, the gentle explorations sensitizing his skin.
“You’re like magic…” Did Xander have someone he did this to at home?
“I think it’s this place…” Xander’s mouth slid over his collarbone, tongue teasing his skin.
“No.” It wasn’t just that. It was this place, this time, this man.
“No?” Xander kept licking at him, tasting him.
“No. It’s everything.”
“Mmm. So sweet, Cameron.”
“Sometimes it takes something major to make you enjoy it.” He knew that now.
“Yeah, you might have a point there.”
That made him laugh, and he found himself wanting to know more about Xander, and not wanting to know anything at the same time.
Xander pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “If you want to go for a walk, we should do that now before I get distracted by all this wonderful skin.”
“I’m happy here, if you are.” What was he going to do out there? See?
“Oh, then let’s stay right here.” Xander leaned past him then settled back in. “There’s a menu here. We should order our dinner so it’s ready when we’re hungry.”
“I’ll have the burger and fries.” There were always burgers and fries, and god knew he was tired of them, but at least they were manageable.
“You sure? They have a seafood platter delight that’d be cool to share.”
“I…” He was tired of being ashamed. “I’m not so good with things that need forks.”
“That’s not going to be an issue—I’m planning on feeding you every decadent bite that crosses your lips here on the island.”
“Oh.” Oh, God. Yes. “Then anything not a sandwich, please.”
“Seafood platter delight it is. We’ll have to see how delightful it is.”
“Works for me.” It had been a year since he’d eaten anything not finger-friendly.
Xander reached over him again, and Cameron could hear the numbers on a phone being pressed.
“We’d like the Seafood Platter Delight for supper, please. Yes, the Sea Breeze Cocktail will be fine. If you could have more water brought as well, please? Thanks. Yeah, nibbles set out for us for the rest of the evening would be great. Breakfast? Well, I guess.”
Xander slid a hand along his arm. “You want to pick breakfast now, too? They said that way it can be ready for us when we wake up. There’s something called the breakfast buffet—does that sound good to you?”
“That’s fine. No Pop-Tarts.”
“God, those things ought to be outlawed.” Xander laughed, was still laughing as he spoke to the person on the phone. “We’ll have the breakfast buffet, please. I’m not sure when—we don’t have a schedule. Can I call when…? Okay, good. Thanks.”
“There. That’s our next few meals taken care of. All we need to do is enjoy them.”
“Thank you.” So many fucking details.
“No problem.” Xander kissed his jaw then nipped at his skin. “No problem at all. And we have a couple hours before they’re serving our supper.”
“Excellent. I’m sorry I’m so worthless.”
“What? What are you talking about? You’re not worthless.”
“I can’t even order supper for myself. It doesn’t matter. I’m here now.”
“Really? You mean you couldn’t have picked up the phone and asked what they have? Of course you could have.” Xander cupped his cheeks, fingers sliding on his skin. “I just enjoy caring for you, doing for you.”
He leaned into the touch, tried to remember how to breathe.
“God, you’re pretty.” Xander’s lips touched his, tongue swiping across before disappearing.
“Pretty? Me?” How silly.
“Yeah. Very.” Xander licked the hollow in his throat, just below his Adam’s apple.
That felt good, and it made him want to lift his chin, beg for more. His right nipple got a pinch, his left a lick. The sensations distracted him, made him twist one way, then the other.
“Mmm. Yes, I was right. So pretty.”
“Th…thank you.” Please. More.
Xander hummed and licked a winding path down to his navel. The skin next to it was bitten, the other side of it sucked. He’d never met anyone so focused, so oral. It was kind of stunning, having that attention for himself.
“Turn over,” Xander murmured. “We’re neglecting your back.”
He flipped, resting his cheek on his arm.
“Mmm. Look at all this skin I’ve never touched yet.”
The words made him shiver, ache.
A soft kiss landed at the top of his neck, Xander’s lips warm. A shot of electricity slipped down his spine, settled in the small of his back.
“Your skin really is lovely.” Xander was such a flatterer. Honestly, he was just a dude.
Soft kisses worked their way down his spine. When Xander’s lips hit the center of his back, it made him jerk, shudder.
“Mmm. Sweet spot.” Xander licked there.
“I.” He actually scooted up, shivered.
“Hmm?” Xander licked the same spot again.
“I. That. Fuck.” Cameron shuddered.
“Oh, good,” murmured Xander, and nibbled the skin around that spot.
Cameron’s legs drew up under him, the sensations wild, huge. Xander’s hands cradled his ass, thumbs rubbing, one after the other, along his crack, pushing against his hole. The world was spinning wildly, and he held onto the bed, the sheets.
Xander cupped his balls next, then went back to licking and kissing the skin along his spine. Cameron panted, chest heaving. So much sensation. Every now and then, Xander would add a harder touch to the mix, gnawing or scraping with his teeth.
“So much.” He shot the words out.
“Too much?” Xander asked the question, but he bit again before Cameron had a chance to answer.
“Please. No. Please, don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” One of Xander’s hands slid along his back and over his ass, fingernails scraping.
His butt raised, hips canting in response.
“Wanton. God. So good.” Xander’s voice was rough, husky.
“Feel you. Feel you. Please.”
Xander’s hand slid over his ass, before smacking it. Cameron stilled, breathing hard. Xander squeezed, then smacked again, fingers sharp on him.
“I— I haven’t ever…” He wasn’t sure exactly how he was supposed to respond.
“Your safeword is razor. Use it if you need it.” Xander kissed the base of his spine. “This is for you. It’s all for you.”
Xander kissed his right ass cheek. Then his left. “Good.”
God, he hoped so. He nodded, squeezed his eyes shut tight.
Xander’s hand smacked across his right cheek. His body tensed, his breath stopped while he waited for the next blow. The soft, hot drag of Xander’s tongue was almost as shocking. Cameron gasped, and the sound turned into a long, drawn-out moan.
“Mmm. Very nice.” Xander licked his other ass cheek then smacked it gently.
His body rocked back, encouraging another of those gentle, mind-blowing strokes.
“There you go. Now you’re into it.” Xander smacked him again.
Cameron would swear he could feel the outline of each finger as it softly landed on his ass.
“Xander…” He moaned and shivered, cock aching.
“Yeah, Cameron?” Xander’s breath was hot against his skin.
“So good. So much.”
He felt Xander’s smile on his skin.
“Good. I want you to feel everything,” Xander told him.
Cam nodded. “Me, too.”
“Good.” Xander licked along his crack, fingernails scraping the backs of his thighs. His toes curled.
Then Xander bit his right ass cheek, licked the left, scratched the other thigh. Each touch made him shake a little more, a little harder. Bites, licks, hits, scratches—Xander kept changing the sensations, driving him higher. He might have begged, might have sobbed, twisted. He was lost. Lost and anchored only to Xander.
He went up on hands and knees, shaking hard, thighs spread wide.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
“I need something, please.”
Xander smacked his ass, a little harder this time. A deep little cry pushed out of Cameron.
“Oh, yeah, more like that, Cameron.” Another smack hit his ass.
He couldn’t stop his groan, his sounds. The way his body jerked back toward the touch. Xander kept alternating sweet, hot touches with the stinging snaps of his palm. Suddenly, he needed Xander inside him, fucking him, making him stretch around that fat cock.
Xander’s tongue slid along his crack again, fingers digging into his ass, spreading his cheeks.
“Please!” He wanted to scream.
“Love the sound of your voice when you beg.”
