Yet he kept his mouth closed, save for the few grunts and groans that drifted up from his chest, rumbling out of him as his blood heated from the sinful seduction. He couldn’t look away, mesmerized by the promise in Cam’s blue eyes, the insistence of his tongue.
And here he’d thought they’d have dinner together and then…
“Fuck,” Gannon cried out when Cam’s tongue lightly grazed Gannon’s dick as he moved upward. He was barely hanging on, and that slight caress… It was almost more than he could take.
Much to his dismay, Cam didn’t linger, didn’t take Gannon’s aching cock into his mouth. As he worked his way upward, licking across the sensitive skin beneath his navel, Gannon sucked in a breath, willing Cam back down.
It didn’t do any good, because Cam continued to kiss his stomach, making his abs flex from the soft press of his lips. As he moved higher, Gannon was tempted to move his hands, but he clutched his own hair instead, forcing himself to endure the sensual torment.
“Mmm.” The vibration from Cam’s mouth against Gannon’s nipple had his dick jumping, pressing demandingly between their bodies.
Gannon forced his eyes to remain open, watching as Cam flicked his tongue over his nipple, using his teeth to provoke the small brown disc until it hardened against Cam’s lips. He quickly learned that the torture wasn’t over. Cam moved to Gannon’s other nipple, then moved higher, nipping Gannon’s skin along the way, never stopping, even as he worked his way past Gannon’s armpit to the sensitive skin on the underside of Gannon’s arms.
The persistent nudge of Cam’s cock—still clothed behind his shorts—against his own had him gritting his teeth, desperate for more. Only Gannon didn’t know what he wanted. Not exactly, at least. He was torn. He wanted Cam naked, so he could feel him skin to skin, but he didn’t want Cam to stop doing what he was doing. He wanted to return the favor, to explore every inch of Cam with his tongue, but he didn’t want Cam to stop. He wanted to wrap his lips around Cam’s thick erection, sucking him into his mouth, but he wanted Cam to wrap those sweet, soft lips around the head of his cock and tease him with his tongue. He wanted to bend Cam over, slide his aching dick into the heated recesses of Cam’s body, but he wanted Cam to fold him in half and impale him, fucking him until only one syllable existed in Gannon’s vocabulary: Cam.
“Too many clothes,” Gannon muttered.
Cam lifted his head and smiled. “I can fix that.”
As he lay there, body humming, Gannon watched Cam undress. His shirt coming off first, then his shorts. No underwear. Huh.
Gannon liked that. A lot.
Before he could say anything, Cam resumed his position above him, the sweet torment returning.
Gannon was coming undone, probably what Cam had wanted when he’d started this a short time ago. But now, as he lay there on the couch, enduring the exquisite torment, there was nothing more that he could do except enjoy it and pray that Cam didn’t stop.
When Cam’s lips brushed his, Gannon sucked Cam’s bottom lip into his mouth, drawing a hiss from Cam. Cam’s hips rocked, his cock sliding against Gannon’s, and he thought for a moment that he would come just like that.
“Cam,” Gannon sputtered in warning.
“Mmm. Close?” Cam questioned, sucking the sensitive skin of Gannon’s neck.
“Need more,” he urged.
“You wanna feel me inside you?”
Gannon nodded.
“Tell me,” Cam ordered, propping himself up on his elbows and staring down at Gannon. “Tell me you wanna feel me buried deep inside you.”
“God, yes.”
“Say it.”
“Fuck me, Cam,” he pleaded. “Wanna feel you.”
“Skin to skin?”
Gannon locked his eyes with Cam’s, understanding just what he was saying. A wave of heat so powerful, so overwhelming tore through him, making him tremble. The thought of Cam bare … inside him. It was something he’d thought about, sure, but hadn’t expected. Not yet, anyway.
Again, not complaining.
Cam must’ve thought he was hesitating, because he said, “Trust me?”
There was so much hope in those liquid blue depths Gannon’s heart shuddered in his chest. Condoms had always been a requirement for Gannon—giving or receiving. He’d never been in a relationship that had made it far enough to consider not using one.
But with Cam…
“I’m clean,” Gannon blurted, as though he’d been the one to make the suggestion.
“Me, too,” Cam whispered, pressing his lips to Gannon’s briefly. “This’ll be my first time without one.”
Gannon nodded, his mind reeling. “Me, too. I’ve never… Not without one.”
“You sure you’re okay with this?”
Gannon liked that they were having this conversation. Oddly it wasn’t weird. And they were obviously on the same page here.
The mere notion of being Cam’s first … anything… It caused an even stronger tremor to work its way through his body. “Yes.”
“Bed,” Cam barked. “Need more room.”
Before Gannon could process the words, Cam was on his feet, pulling Gannon up with him. They fumbled their way over to the big bed, hands gliding over warm skin, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue. Gannon didn’t even flinch when he fell onto the bed, dragging Cam down with him, wrapping his legs around Cam’s lean hips, trying to bring him closer.
Cam didn’t remain where Gannon wanted him for long, sliding back down Gannon’s body, his lips lightly brushing over his dick again, a tortured cry erupting from him as the sensitive head throbbed.
Strong hands eased beneath Gannon’s thighs, and he found himself folded over, Cam’s dark head bent between his legs.
“Ahh … fuck … Cam.” Gannon was blinded by pleasure when Cam’s tongue slid against the sensitive tissue, gently probing Gannon’s asshole.
This time, Gannon did reach down, twining his fingers in Cam’s silky hair, holding him to him as Cam rimmed him roughly. Gannon rocked his hips, trying to increase the friction, wanting to feel Cam’s tongue inside him, fucking him.
“More,” Gannon pleaded.
“Hold that thought,” Cam said, pulling away from Gannon.
Lying there, his heart in his throat, body ablaze, Gannon watched as Cam retrieved lube from the nightstand drawer. He never looked away as Cam squeezed a generous amount into his hand, then stroked his cock, leaving the thick shaft glistening.
Cam probed Gannon’s ass with a finger, slowly, gently. Another finger joined the first, and Gannon forced himself to relax.
“Hurt?”
Gannon shook his head, sighing when Cam twisted his fingers, stroking Gannon’s prostate. “Ah, fuck,” he groaned, the pleasure intensifying.
Then he felt Cam add a third finger, scissoring them, working him open, preparing him to take his cock. It was too much but not enough. “Need to … feel you.”
“Legs around me,” Cam ordered, resuming his position above Gannon.
Gannon wrapped his legs around Cam, trying to pull him closer, but Cam kept a small amount of space between them, his hand reaching down to guide the thick crown of his cock against Gannon’s anus.
When the head touched Gannon’s ass, he held his breath. It’d been a long damn time since he’d bottomed. And though he wanted this more than he wanted anything else, he feared the pain. He felt the piercing first, the chill of the metal against his sensitive tissue.
“You’re in control,” Cam whispered softly, leaning forward, his warm breath caressing Gannon’s ear. “It’s all about you.”
Gannon reached up, grabbing Cam’s head and pulling his mouth down. Sliding his tongue inside, he explored slowly, forcing himself to relax. Within minutes, the tension was building once again, but this time, only the feel of Cam lodged deep inside him would be able to quench the thirst. Only Cam seemed to be holding back.
Gannon shifted and the head of Cam’s cock breached him.
While Cam kissed him, G
annon pulled Cam’s hips forward, allowing Gannon to take more of him. It still wasn’t enough. Gannon tried to move, hoping to encourage Cam deeper, but it didn’t help. Breaking the kiss, Gannon pushed Cam’s chest, forcing him up so that Gannon could see him. That was when he noticed the pained expression on Cam’s face.
“So fucking tight,” Cam growled, opening his eyes to meet Gannon’s. “Never felt … anything like it.”
“Deeper,” Gannon urged.
Cam’s hips shifted slightly and Gannon felt more of him press inside. He wasn’t sure he could take all of Cam. He was too big, too thick.
“You’re gonna feel the piercings,” Cam warned.
Gannon prepared for the pain, but it didn’t come. He felt the slide of the metal balls, but it didn’t hurt. Different, yes.
“Okay?” Cam asked.
Gannon nodded. “Need all of you. You won’t hurt me.”
Cam’s eyes widened and a flash of heat ignited. That was when Gannon knew that he’d triggered the beast within.
Cam’s big hands gripped Gannon’s knees, forcing his legs close to Gannon’s body as he pushed his hips forward, feeding inch after inch into Gannon’s body until Gannon was so full it hurt. Not so much that he wanted Cam to stop but enough that he was aware of every inch penetrating him.
Cam retreated slowly, but even at that pace, Gannon felt the piercings inside him. They still didn’t necessarily hurt, but it was a different feeling. Something he hadn’t anticipated.
And just when he caught his breath, ready for more, Cam gave it to him.
Hard.
“Oh, fuck,” Gannon cried out as Cam began impaling him, deep and hard, over and over.
Strong hands tightened on his knees, forcing him into the mattress as Cam’s big, beautiful body powered into him, fucking him hard, fast, deep. The pain receded, and the only thing left was glorious pleasure, filling him, stretching him, those piercings making him very aware of how deep Cam was inside him.
Droplets of sweat trickled down Cam’s face, but he never slowed, and Gannon took everything he offered, yanking his cock firmly, desperate for release.
Time receded and nothing mattered except for the way their bodies were joined, the sweet friction of Cam in his ass, of his own hand furiously jacking his cock. Gannon was ablaze with sensation, overcome with a desire so strong, so fierce he knew he couldn’t outrun it.
His groans were punctuated with every driving thrust, mingling with the groans of pleasure coming from Cam, who still hovered above him, watching the place where their bodies were joined.
Cam’s eyes slid up to meet Gannon’s briefly, and he knew that Cam was trying to hold back.
“Come … for … me…” Gannon could hardly get the words out as Cam continued to fuck him hard and fast, stretching him wider, going deeper with every thrust of his hips.
A rumble started in Cam’s chest, but it quickly graduated to a roar as Cam slammed into him, once, twice, stilling on the third brutal thrust. Gannon fisted his cock, jerking himself harder as Cam’s dick pulsed in his ass. And the thought of what they’d done, coming together like that—skin to skin—had Gannon’s release erupting, his cock jerking as he came, his eyes locked on Cam’s the entire time.
“Oh, yeah. Beautiful,” Cam mumbled, watching Gannon’s dick spurt over his stomach and chest.
Gannon knew in that moment that he’d fallen for Cam, given himself over to him completely. And not just his body. His heart, his soul. Every piece of him.
And he could only hope that Cam felt the same, because what he had to tell him next wasn’t going to be nearly as pleasant as what they’d just done.
Twenty-Seven
After a quick shower with Gannon, Cam pulled on a pair of shorts and returned to the couch, where they’d originally started out. His mind was whirling with thoughts of what they’d just done. More accurately, of how amazing that had been. Cam had never felt anything like that. Then again, he’d never felt anything like what he felt when he was with Gannon period. He knew that this was more than sex, more than a casual acquaintance combined with intense sex.
Hell, it couldn’t be casual. They’d just had sex without barriers, without a condom. Something Cam had never considered until Gannon. Definitely not casual.
No, this was…
“I’m flying to Singapore tomorrow.”
Staring blankly up at Gannon, who was standing in front of him, Cam processed what he was saying. And just like that, those few words numbed him completely.
Flying.
Singapore.
Gone.
Gone was the incredible high from making love to Gannon in a way Cam had never done before. Gone was that strange stirring in his chest that caused his heart to feel so full he thought it might burst. And gone Gannon would be tomorrow.
There was a feeling there, though. This was a tightening in his chest that cut off the oxygen to his brain. Cam felt that invisible band tighten, constricting his lungs, as he sat motionless on the couch, the container of food in his hand, fork halfway to his mouth.
He suddenly wasn’t hungry.
Slowly, he set the container on the table, placed the fork neatly beside it, and looked at the television. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Gannon again.
“I’ll be gone for a week,” Gannon explained.
Cam barely heard the words, though. His pulse was pounding in his ears. He could feel sweat trickling down by his ear, his hands were shaking, and his stomach flipped.
“Cam? Talk to me.”
He couldn’t. That deeply ingrained fear had taken root, stealing his breath and his voice. They were all symptoms of a panic attack, something that he’d battled for years and years. He’d purposely distanced himself from people whose lives revolved around travel because it was too hard for him.
Rational or not, he couldn’t stop it.
What he should’ve done was tell Gannon to be careful, to call him every day while he was gone. Let him know that Cam loved him, wanted to be with him, couldn’t wait for him to get back so they could do what they’d done a few minutes ago again and again.
Instead, he could only think about what his life would be like if Gannon never came back from this trip.
What they’d just shared … even he wasn’t naïve enough to think that was just lust and hormones. The entire time he’d been buried inside Gannon—without a fucking condom because he’d wanted to feel all of him—Cam had felt a pleasure unlike anything he’d ever known. But it had been more than that. So much more.
So, now, the thought of losing Gannon… It was more than he could bear.
He saw Gannon take a step closer. “Cam, we—”
“You should go,” Cam blurted, his heart racing, his stomach churning.
Forcing himself to look over, he felt his heart seize in his chest when he saw the devastation that transformed Gannon’s handsome features. He watched as Gannon swallowed hard, his throat working, and Cam suddenly felt sick.
But forcing Gannon away now, that wasn’t nearly as hard as losing him forever would be.
At least that was what he told himself.
“Is that what you really want?” Gannon asked, his voice rough.
“Yeah,” Cam lied. “I want you to go.”
“I’m sorry,” Gannon said, taking a step back. “I know what you’ve been through…”
“You don’t know,” Cam yelled. “You don’t fucking know what it feels like.” No one knew. “I can’t go through that again. It’s over, Gannon. We’re done.”
Gannon’s dark eyes narrowed on his face. “See,” Gannon choked out, pointing at him, fury creasing his brow, “I thought we could get past this. I just wish I’d known before…”
“Before what?” Cam snapped.
“Before I went and fucking fell in love with you.”
It was Cam’s turn to swallow hard, shock settling inside him as he watched Gannon spin away from him and go for the door. Before Cam could call him back—if he’d even want
ed to—Gannon was gone, the door slamming behind him.
For the second time in his life, that devastating loss settled over him, choking him, singeing every nerve ending with horrific, overwhelming pain. And when Cam rolled onto his side, staring at the muted television, he realized he couldn’t see the screen through the blurry haze.
Because now, for the first time since that dreadful day when he’d learned his mother would never be coming home, he was crying.
Sometime later, a knock on his door had Cam bolting upright once again, wiping the moisture from his face. He waited, praying that the person on the other side of his door wasn’t Gannon. He didn’t want Gannon to see him like this.
“Cam? You okay?”
Roan.
Wiping his eyes with the heels of his hands, he took a deep breath, exhaled, and pretended he hadn’t just been crying like a fucking girl. Pretended that he wasn’t disappointed that Gannon hadn’t come back for him.
Not that he deserved it.
“Come in.”
When his best friend opened the door, glancing around slowly, Cam wondered what Roan saw. What he was looking for.
“You all right?” Roan asked again, closing the door behind him and making his way over to the couch. “I heard yelling. Then the door slam.”
“Perfect,” he choked out, hating the hoarseness of his voice.
“You sure? I saw Gannon leave a few minutes ago and he didn’t look happy.”
Cam doubted that he was, but he wasn’t going to tell Roan that. “I’m cool,” he told his friend, keeping his eyes on the television.
“What happened?”
“Nothing,” Cam lied. He didn’t want to get into this. Not now. Not ever. “It’s over between me and Gannon.”
Was it his imagination or did Roan’s body go completely still?
“Y’all broke up?”
Cam nodded as he fell into the cushions, placing his hands on his stomach. As far as Cam was concerned, no matter how much he wanted them to, things between him and Gannon wouldn’t work. He’d spent years trying to get over his fears, and no amount of talking about it had ever helped, but he’d managed to deal with it, to surround himself with people who weren’t planning to go off and leave him.
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