Chapter Six
Cort pulled openthe huge metal fire door and ushered Cam inside the stairwell with a hand against his lowerback.
“Oh my god, it’s so cold,” Cam complained. The change in air temperature was messing with his equilibrium, making his belly clench and his skin break out in goosebumps beneath the rough hotel towels they’d snagged from the pool area. Or maybe it was the man beside him who was causing that reaction? He had no experience to draw from when it came tothis.
Not the attraction -thatwas familiar. Sex was familiar, too. Hell, even the reckless need to lose himself for a night, to get out of his own head, was familiar. But the enticing connection between them after a handful of hours,thatwas weird. And the kiss! Holy fuck, that kiss. Cort licking into his mouth, biting his lip… it had felt more like a possession than simple foreplay, and Cam had gotten off on it. That was new too. In fact, the way he was letting Cort take the lead in all of this was not just weird butunprecedented. Guys - including Drew - seemed to assume because he looked criminally young and preferred to bottom, he must therefore be inexperienced and passive. He had no problem showing them they were dead wrong. Sowhywasn’t he doing itnow?
No thinking. Just fortonight.
“Come on, princess, no complaining.” Cort grinned and shifted in front of him to lead the way down the stairs, a towel wrapped around his waist, a rumpled ball of clothing and shoes tucked under his arm, and his suit jacket slung over his shoulder. “I’m on the forty-seventh floor. We’ve got twenty million flights togo.”
“Who are you callingprincess?” Cam demanded, skipping down the stairs so they reached the landing half a flight down at the same time. He hip-checked Cort into the railing as he passed him. “I thought I wasbadass.”
“Yeah, yeah. Hey! Hold up, badass,” Cort said, grabbing Cam by the wrist to pull him back up to the landing. “Don’t run down the damn stairs when you’re still dripping wet. You’ll crack your headopen.”
Cam rolled his eyes, even as his pulse started to pound. Cort was still holding his wrist aloft, like he was proving a point. Cam dropped the clothes he’d been carrying to the ground and tried to jerk away, but Cort had leverage, so he couldn’t. Cort’s jacket fell off his shoulders in the tussle, and one of the shoes he’d been holding clattered down the stairs. Cort swore under his breath and dropped the rest of his belongings on the landing next to Cam’s. Then he backed Cam against the wall and paused, looking down at him. It was so quiet their harsh breathing seemed to echo up and down thestairs.
“I’m not a kid and I don’t need a babysitter, Cort,” Cam toldhim.
“Yeah? Then act like it, before I spank thatass.”
Oh.Holy shit!Cam felt those words go straight to his dick, but he masked his arousal. “I’d like to see you try. I’m not into that shit. I don’t need a… aMaster, orwhatever.”
But Cort just grinned and whispered, “Hmmm. Your eyes tell a different story,baby.”
Cort’s voice was so deep, so hungry, Cam could feel the vibration in his chest and he sucked in a breath.Babywas just aword, one guys used all the damn time, and it didn’t meananything.Cam didn’twantit to mean anything. Tomorrow, this would all be an amazing memory, and he was going to enjoy it while itlasted.
With his free hand, Cort skimmed down the plane of Cam’s chest and then around his waist and down, cupping Cam’s ass. “I think you like this a lot, don’t you Cam? I think you want me to own this ass in more ways thanone.”
Cam wanted to shake his head, wanted to emphatically deny it, but he couldn’t. It seemed like the kind of thing thatshouldbe wrong. He had never gotten off on power games before, but suddenly he actuallywas.
“You stay there,” Cort told him, eyes flaring in a way that said Cam could back out if he wanted, but Cort really hoped he wouldn’t. He lifted Cam’s free wrist and pinned it to the wall, so both Cam’s hands were joined above his head. Then Cort ducked his chin and claimed Cam’s mouth again, forcing his lipsopen.
Cam’s head went back an inch to hit the concrete wall, hard enough to pull a startledmmmphfrom him, although it wasn’t painful. Cort immediately moved his head away, his lips glistening and green eyes glowing with arousal andconcern.
“God, Cam. I’m sorry. Are youokay?”
Cam didn’t answer in words. Instead, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Cort’s, trying to convey that he was more than okay, he wanted it - the roughness, the heat, the hands against thewall.
It didn’t take Cort more than half a beat to catch on. “Oh, fuck. You want it hard, baby? Yeah? God, you’reperfect.”
He transferred Cam’s wrists to one big hand and skimmed the other down Cam’s smooth chest, flicking his fingertip over one flat nipple experimentally. Little jolts of electricity pulsed along Cam’s skin, goosebumps rose on his arms, and he moaned, thrusting his hips forward into Cort’s. Cort groaned in response, but shifted slightly to the side, denying Cam anything to grind against, all the while trailing his fingertips up and down Cam’s chest, torturing him withsensation.
Sadistic bastard.And the more Cort drew it out, the more Cam lost track of reality, falling under Cort’sspell.
He was on fire from head to toe, lust clogging his throat. His dick was rock hard, straining at the still-damp fabric of his boxers, and he neededfriction. He pulled against Cort’s restraining hand, but Cort merely squeezed Cam’s wrists moretightly.
Fuck.
Cam bucked his hips harder, trying to break the hold, but all he succeeded in doing was making Cort lift his head and take a half-stepbackward.
“I said, you stay there, Cam.” Cort’s voice was a harsh, breathless, warning and his eyes were hard as jade as they stared down intoCam’s.
“But I want—” Cam began, and then stopped, his mind flailing. He couldn’t articulate what he wanted - it was way too huge. He wanted friction, Cort’s lips back on his, Cort pushing him into the wall and making him take it. He wanted tocome,goddammit, and he wanted Cort to lose his mind, but he didn’t knowhowto give upcontrol.
“I know,” Cort said. His voice was soothing, and he leaned forward again, just a tiny bit, just enough to rock his stiffened cock against Cam’s. Their twin moans echoed around the empty stairwell. “I know exactly what you need, but you need to trust me to give it to you. Can you do that, badass? Just fortonight.”
Cam’s breath stuttered. Could he? Cort rocked against him, his lower lip caught between even white teeth, not like he was tormenting Cam, but as if he couldn’t help himself - as if he wanted Cam as much as Cam wanted him, needed Cam to sayyesand trust him enough to yieldcontrol.
