“It is,” Camden answered on a short-whispered breath. “But not like this.”
Elijah slipped his hand around the base of Camden’s cock again, making it throb, causing Camden to struggle to keep from tipping over the edge.
“How, then?” The quiver in Elijah’s voice made Camden open his eyes. He pulled back far enough to lock stares with Elijah to discover blazing desire and burning need.
Camden ran a slow finger across Elijah’s lips, delighting at the thought of having them wrapped around him, sucking Camden into oblivion. He shook himself free of the mini fantasy playing out in his head and focused on forming an answer to Elijah’s question. “With your cock buried to the hilt inside me.”
Elijah pulled Camden in for another kiss, his tongue pushing past Camden’s lips, demanding entrance to his mouth, licking and stroking Camden into a desperate frenzy.
“I promise to give you everything you want.” He punctuated his sentence with a quick kiss to Camden’s lips and a tight squeeze of his hand on Camden’s cock. “But please, Cam.” Elijah’s tongue traced his lips in hungry anticipation as he looked down at the sight of Camden’s straining length, running his thumb through the pearl of precum resting on Camden’s purplish cap. Elijah smiled just before swirling his captured treasure around the tip, pulling a desperate moan from Camden. “Let me taste that first.”
The sheer bliss on Elijah’s face as he stroked Camden’s cock made the breath catch in the middle of his chest. Elijah, a man who wore his passion on his heart for everyone to see, a man who lived loud and bold in the world, had leveled Camden with a few whispered words and the swipe of his finger.
The press of cushions against his back brought about the realization that Elijah must’ve moved him off his lap and laid Camden down on the bed. He hadn’t a clue when it happened; he was too busy trying to remember to breathe to focus on anything nonessential like how he ended up on his back or when Elijah had stripped—as evidenced by the electric sensation of Elijah’s smooth, hot skin pressed against Camden’s.
Elijah’s fingers were at his hole demanding admittance. He tensed for a moment, but the smooth glide of Elijah’s digits inside him eased the anxiousness. He turned his head to the side and saw a bottle of lubricant that Camden couldn’t remember seeing before.
Am I that fucking lost that I didn’t even see him get it?
Camden didn’t have time to dwell on the thought. As Elijah settled between Camden’s legs, stroking him from the inside, he swallowed Camden’s cock from tip to root. Camden’s eyes crossed, and his head pushed deeper into the bed cushions as his back bowed. If this kept up, he didn’t stand a prayer of making it through this blow job.
He went to pull out of the wet velvet of Elijah’s mouth, but the stretch of a second finger in his ass caused his hips to snap forward, pushing back into the tight cocoon of Elijah’s mouth.
Elijah placed a firm hand against Camden’s hip, keeping him still, forcing him to experience the dual sensation of being fucked from the inside and out.
The restraint only heightened the experience for Camden. Before, Elijah had given Camden the liberty to tease and torture him in every way Camden could think of. Elijah’s only demand was that he be allowed to repay the kindness to Camden when it was his turn to steer them to ecstasy.
Well, Camden relented this go ’round. But karma was a greedy bitch, and he intended to repay every torturous move Elijah doled out. It was only fair. And if Camden believed in anything, it was serving justice.
Elijah curved his tongue, cupping the underside of Camden’s cock, caressing each ridge with expert care. As Elijah closed his mouth again, making a tight seal with his lips as they reached the base of Camden’s shaft, Camden could feel his balls tighten and inch up. He gave up the idea of payback; the way his muscles were clenching, the way he could hardly think or breathe, Camden was certain he was going to die from the best orgasm he’d ever had, or he was about to have a heart attack. Either way, he didn’t think moving on his own accord would be a possibility when Elijah was through with him.
“Not gonna last.” Camden’s voice sounded ravaged, raw to his ears. But whatever mangled sounds he’d made, Elijah took one long swallow, collapsing his jaws as he sucked his way back up the length of Camden’s pole one final time.
He didn’t say a word to Camden. He pulled his fingers from Camden’s stretched ass and reached for the lube and the single foil packet lying next to it. Once he was sheathed, Elijah poured a generous amount of the lubricant on his cock and used his hand to spread it all over. He took the rest and spread it on his finger, then rubbed the exterior of Camden’s hole.
Camden grabbed his sac again. The edge of ecstasy was right there. All Camden had to do was let go, and he’d be at his peak, happily falling into the climax Elijah had led him to. But when he saw Elijah’s length straining in the air, Camden tightened his hold on his balls, applying pressure that was just this side of painful to take the edge off. He hadn’t been lying when he told Elijah he wanted to come on his cock. After waiting so long to experience that feeling again, the devil himself couldn’t have kept Camden away from this particular goal.
Camden groaned as he watched Elijah position the lube bottle over his ass again. He placed his hand on Elijah’s arm, preventing him from tipping the bottle over and adding more lubricant. “Trust me, I’m prepped enough, Elijah. I need you inside me now.”
Elijah shook his head as he smiled down at Camden. “Nah, baby. I want that ass sloppy wet for me.” Elijah moved Camden’s hand and poured more lube over his hole, pushing it inside with his wide fingers, making sure Camden’s walls were slick and stretched for him. “I need to be balls deep from the first stroke.”
ELIJAHconsumed the picture of Camden lying spread out on his bed with his balls and dick so flushed with need, his skin had gone from a soft, rosy pink to a deep plum purple. Elijah fought the need to take Camden to the back of his throat again. As much as it would please him to swallow him again, Elijah knew the man couldn’t take it. The way he was twitching, fighting to keep from going over the cliff, one well-placed lick was all it would take for him to lose his control and spill his seed all over his belly.
Elijah had made a promise, and he believed in keeping his word, so he bit his bottom lip and stroked his cock, just before sliding carefully inside Camden. Even with all the lubricant and the diligent stretching Elijah had added to their foreplay, the fit was so tight, it stole Elijah’s breath. When he’d finally bottomed out, he had to grip the bedrail to keep from falling over onto Camden.
He closed his eyes to savor the viselike grip Camden’s body had on his throbbing cock. Five years, and it was still exactly the same as that first night: tempting, self-indulgent, necessary. How could a man he’d only spent a handful of days with feel as important as his next heartbeat? Elijah didn’t know the answer to that. He didn’t even want to begin to think about why that might be. He wasn’t ready to face that, not with so much up in the air between them. The only thing he wanted was to hold on to the moment and make it last for an eternity.
He kept his movements achingly slow at first, taking a second to appreciate every inch Camden’s hole swallowed. Elijah pulled back until just his tip remained inside Camden and reveled in the mewling sounds of loss Camden made beneath him. As Camden’s hands snaked around, grabbing his ass, pulling him forward, begging for more, Elijah knew his plan to keep this at a slow pace was blown to hell. He held out for as long as he could, but with Camden’s hands pushing him forward, his restraint crumbled, and he fell forward into the decadent warmth of Camden’s body.
He braced himself on locked arms to keep from crushing Camden as he swerved his hips. The new angle must have been exactly what Camden wanted, because he circled Elijah’s back with his arms and pulled him down, flattening rough lips to his as desperate noises fell from his mouth.
If that’s what you want, I got you.
Elijah broke the kiss, hooking Camden’s legs over his arms and pressing them back, nearly folding him in half. Once Elijah was certain Camden was comfortable in their current position, he moved his hips, each thrust a slightly different angle searching for just the right spot that would put them both over the edge. As Camden’s mewling morphed into a rugged growl, Elijah was satisfied he’d found Camden’s prostate and continued to pummel the same spot until the walls of Camden’s ass began closing around him, strangling his cock.
“Please, please.” The single-word litany spilling from Camden’s lips kept Elijah on task. No matter how badly his muscles ached from the pace, force, and depth of his thrusts, no matter how desperately he wanted to let go and give in to the climax he could feel tingling at the bottom of his spine, he would keep pumping into Camden until Camden had what he needed. Because as he looked down into the man’s pleasure-tortured face, Elijah came to understand that meeting Camden’s needs was the only thing that mattered to him. It’s what he was made for.
Elijah released Camden’s legs, wrapping careful fingers around Camden’s cock and sliding his palm down its length. His hand and hips moved in tandem, and Camden broke apart right in front of Elijah’s eyes. His body seized and clamped down on Elijah’s meat, making his rhythm falter. By the time he’d found his stroke again, Camden’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. He closed his eyes just as the first jet of cum left his tip, burying his fingers into Elijah’s thighs as each wave of his release crested, fell, and then crested again.
