Cameron felt the prickle of embarrassment start at his nape as heat rushed into his cheeks. “My mom. She puts them in Natalie’s old room, too.”
“Does she put lube in your sister’s room as well?” Asher asked, pulling out a small, clear bottle and holding it up with the box of condoms.
“Uh, yeah, actually.” He shrugged uncomfortably. “Can we stop talking about this, please?”
Asher gave him a heated look as he ripped open the box of condoms and pulled out a foil envelope in a lurid shade of red. “Did you know these are flavored?”
“Asher!” Cameron threw an arm over his face to shield his eyes and groaned.
A moment later, the end of the mattress dipped between his ankles. “Hey, Cam, look at me.”
Cameron pulled his arm away to stare up at Asher where he knelt at the foot of the bed. “What?”
“I love you.”
Just like that, his cock went from half-hard to fully interested so quickly it left him lightheaded and dizzy. He swallowed thickly. “I love you, too.”
Thankfully, it seemed like Asher was finished teasing him, because he wasted no time sliding on the condomand slicking his fingers. Cameron felt vulnerable and exposed when Asher pressed his knees back toward his chest, but any self-consciousness quickly vanished when two, slick fingers rubbed over his clenching hole.
Asher ringed the tight rosette, coaxing the muscles to relax, then pushed inside, thrusting his fingers deep into Cameron’s channel.
“Is this what you wanted?”
His confident movements and light tone sent Cameron spiraling into a sea of sensation. A high keening noise erupted from his mouth as Asher’s long fingers thrust into his ass in a quick tempo that lit up every cell in his body.
“More. Hurry.” His brain overloaded, short-circuited, reducing him to a monosyllabic imbecile. “Fuck!”
“Quiet, sweetheart.” Asher’s tone had morphed from playful to tense. He wasn’t telling Cameron to shut up completely. He was just reminding him that they weren’t alone in the house.
Cameron bit down on his lip again to muffle his moan when Asher pulled his fingers free, leaving him feeling impossibly empty. He didn’t have time to bemoan the loss, because in the next instance, the thick head of Asher’s cock rubbed against Cameron’s entrance.
“Deep breath.”
That was all the warning Cameron received before Asher fell over him, one hand braced on the mattressbeside his head, and thrust forward, seating himself in one, long glide. He paused when his hips pressed flush to Cameron’s ass, presumably to give Cameron a moment to adjust to the invasion. His heavy cock throbbed, and Cameron shivered as he felt every hot pulse ripple through him.
From that point on, there were no more maddeningly light touches, no more hesitation. Asher hammered into him in deep, powerful strokes, setting a merciless tempo that had Cameron struggling to keep his cries and moans at a reasonable volume.
The world faded away, leaving only the two of them wrapped in a haze of need and desire. The slap of skin against bare, slick skin echoed around the room, mingling with their grunts and groans, and every bone-jarring thrust drove Cameron closer to the edge.
“Fuck, close. Asher!”
“Quiet,” Asher growled. “Damn.”
Without warning, Asher slid out of him, grabbed him by the hips, and flipped him over on his stomach. Reaching over him, he grabbed the pillow from the top of the bed and shoved it under Cameron’s head.
Understanding what he intended, Cameron buried his face in the pillow and groaned loudly as Asher surged into him again. The change in position also changed the angle, and Cameron fought not to scream as Asher relentlessly pounded against his prostate.
Knees bent, ass in the air, his cock bounced in time with Asher’s thrusts, slapping against his lower belly to leave shiny, slick streaks across his skin. Holding himself up on one hand, he reached beneath his bowed body, grabbing his cock and giving it a couple of rough tugs.
“Yes,” Asher groaned. “That’s it. Fuck, yes. Just like that.” Asher’s hold on his hips tightened, and his arms flexed, jerking Cameron back on his cock as he drove into him. “Now, Cameron. Come with me. Do it now.”
Cameron was helpless to do anything but obey. Squeezing his eyes closed, he yelled Asher’s name into the pillow as he thrust into his own fist twice more and erupted, spilling hot pulses of seed onto the comforter beneath him.
Asher thrust twice more, then stilled, his forehead coming to rest against Cameron’s back as he groaned out his own release.
Cameron sagged forward onto the mattress, limp and weightless, smiling as he reveled in the afterglow. So, of course, Asher had to go and ruin it.
“Don’t fall asleep. People are going to realize we’re missing soon.”
