Chapter Fourteen
Cort smiled softly,and his hands began tracing the curves of Cam’s ass again. Cam’s hips jutted forwardinstinctively.
“I’m gonna take care of you, Cam,” hemurmured.
Cort leaned down, capturing Cam’s mouth in a fast, searing kiss. Then his lips ghosted across Cam’s jaw, and his teeth clamped down lightly on Cam’s earlobe. Cam exhaled with a shudder. “I’m going to make you feel sogood.”
Cam was already feeling good. Downright delirious, in fact. He was still dimly aware that he was on aplane, but his panic had been replaced by an almost fatalistic determination. If something awful happened, if he died, then he would die this way, with his arms wrapped around Cort’s shoulders with blazing trails of fire snaking up and down his spine. “More,” he told Cort. More of everything. More of Cort’s hands curling around his ass, more of Cort’s cock rocking against his own, more of the feeling that Cort was focused entirely onhim.
Cort thrust against Cam once more, and then spun him to face away. His hands swept around to Cam’s stomach, and then separated, one trailing up to toy with Cam’s nipple, while the other went lower… andlower.
“More of this?” Cort demanded, his open mouth sliding over the tendon at the base of Cam’s neck. “Or more ofthis?”
Cort’s hand trailed gently - way too gently - up and down Cam’s cock. Cam thrust into Cort’s hand and moaned as Cortchuckled.
He gripped Cam more firmly with one hand, while the other moved from Cam’s chest to his back and pushed gently between Cam’s shoulder blades, forcing him to bend. Cam grabbed the back of the couch, his knees coming to rest on the cushions where they’d been sitting, while Cort’s mouth brushed soft, teasing kisses down Cam’s spine, dipping his tongue into the grooves above hisass.
“You like this?” he asked. Cam made an inarticulate pleading noise as Cort’s hand stroked him off frombehind.
Then Cort sank to his knees on the floor, and both of his hands were on Cam’s ass again, spreading him. He licked a path along the sensitive skin between Cam’s balls and his ass.Oh, Jesus,yes.
“Or maybe you want me to dothis.”
Cort’s thumb found Cam’s opening and stroked over it once, twice. Cam whined,honest-to-God whined, and felt dimly perhaps he should be embarrassed by his needy noise, but he couldn’t work himself around to it. Cort seemed to totally get off on it, from the way his fingers tightened on Cam’s skin. Cam rocked against nothing and waited for what seemed like eternity, and then Cort’s tongue found his opening, and Cam nearly lost his grip onreality.
Cort licked, swirled, and sucked, and Cam’s entire consciousness became focused on that one place, on the sensations Cort was rousing in him. Then Cort’s spit-slicked finger joined the mix, and Cam gasped. It had been solong.
“Fuck, you’re tight, baby,” Cort said, but his voice was a low growl of approval and Cam fought to relax. Cort fumbled around for his fly, and a moment later, Cam felt a cold dribble of liquid trickle between his cheeks.Travel lube. Cort obviously came prepared, but Cam couldn’t fully process the realization because Cort added a second finger, pushing in more completely, stretching Cam further. Cam gave himself over to the burning sensation, willing himself to open. He wanted this. God, heneededthis. He couldn’t believe how far gone he was already. He bit his lip to keep from whiningagain.
“Talk to me, Cam,” Cort demanded, pulling back to nip at the curve of Cam’s ass. “I want to hear what I’m doing to you.” Cort’s voice, wrecked with lust, was like a siren’s call, and Cam was compelled toanswer.
“It’s so good, Cort. Just like that.” He bit his lip against anothermoan.
“Don’t stop yourself,” Cort commanded. “I want to hear those fucking sexy moans. I want to know I’m driving you crazy the way you drive me crazy. I want to know you’re as gone for me as I am for you. Youunderstand?”
Cam nodded. Cort turned his hand and curved his fingers just slightly, tagging Cam’s prostate andoh holy fuck,Cam couldn’t have helped the moan escaping from him even if he’d tried. “Cort, Cort, Cort,” he chanted breathlessly, over and over again, like a mantra, like a prayer. The path to enlightenment wasCort.
“Who’s taking care of you?” Cort demanded, as his fingers continued to move in andout.
“Youare!”
“Who ownsyou?”
Oh. Oh, God. Cam knew what Cort wanted, and an electric thrill traveled from his belly to his dick. They were only words, and he’d said them before. But this same time, he hesitated. Every time he spoke them, they meant something more, became more of an expectation. Was that the kind of relationship Cort really wanted? To own Cam that completely? Did Cort even know what he wasasking?
Did it matter rightnow?
Risking meant offering something when there was no guarantee. And already, Corthadgiven him more than he’d ever been given by any partner. Cort saw him as strong, even when he felt weak, and somehow seeing himself through Cort’s eyesmade him stronger.Seavers never gave in, but giving Cort control didn’t feel like giving in, it was more like yielding,bending.
“You do,” hereplied.
“Yeah, I do,” he whispered, as he rose to his feet behind Cam and curled himself over Cam’s back to lay a kiss at his nape. “Yes, I fuckingdo.”
But for how long? Cam banished the thought from his mind almost as quickly as it appeared. He was standing naked, bent over a sofa, with the hottest man he’d ever laid eyes on, in an airplane for the first time in forever. If there was ever a time to live in the moment and not worry about the future, this wasit.
Cort’s hand trailed down Cam’s spine once more, and then he reached down for the supplies he’d left on the floor. Cam heard the rip of the condom wrapper and then felt Cort’s fingers again, slicking hisentrance.
“Do it now, Cort. Now,please.”
