Camden pulled out, motioning for Elijah to turn over. He complied quickly, dropping his shoulders to the floor, his hair spread across the floor in a wild heap, his ass tempting Camden as Elijah swayed his hips back and forth, beckoning Camden to return.
Camden leaned down, stopping to worship Elijah’s full, hanging sac, wondering how he could’ve ever been foolish enough to walk away from this. It wasn’t just the sex; it wasn’t just the beauty of the man beneath him. It was need. Since his first taste of this man, need crawled into his system, spread through his blood, and embedded itself in his DNA. His body craved Elijah like it did air, and depriving himself of him had damaged his heart, over time slowly killing off the parts that made it beat properly.
He seated himself again, one thrust to the hilt, and he was bottoming out again. The new position allowed him deeper penetration. Elijah whimpered beneath him, his fingers searching for purchase in the short fibers of the carpet as Camden plunged in and out of him. Camden loved facing his partner during sex. But the sight of Elijah coming undone on Camden’s cock while on all fours was breathtaking. Not to mention the pushback Elijah gave as he met each snap of Camden’s hips with an equal rock of his own had Camden glad he was already on his knees.
How could one man have so much power over Camden that even the breathless sounds he made while they rutted touched Camden in the deepest parts of him? There was only one answer.
He loved him.
Camden loved the man who welcomed him into the most intimate parts of his body. He loved the man who’d brought him to his home even though this was supposed to be just a job. He loved the man whose family had taken him in as one of their own simply because they thought Camden held Elijah’s heart.
In a long weekend, Camden experienced more love in the presence of the Stephensons than he had in a lifetime. And with his cock sliding in and out of Elijah’s body, Camden realized he never wanted to leave Elijah, his home, or the Stephensons.
Camden wanted it all. It didn’t matter he didn’t deserve it, that he hadn’t proven his worth to Elijah or the wonderful people back in the house who loved him. Camden wanted all of this to be his. No, he wanted it to be theirs.
Camden leaned down, covering Elijah’s back with his body, as if he were a human blanket.
He needed to be closer. His cock was buried inside Elijah, his balls pressed tightly against Elijah’s taint, but it still wasn’t deep enough for him. It still wasn’t enough of a connection. He needed more.
Camden swept Elijah’s locs away from his face, placing kisses anywhere his mouth could reach. And when Elijah turned his head enough so that their lips could meet in an awkward side kiss, messy, sloppy wet with tongues clashing, Camden thought he’d collapse from the satisfaction of being joined with Elijah in every way he knew how.
Elijah broke the kiss first. “Please,” he begged. “So close.”
Camden kissed Elijah’s face again, soothing him with each gentle peck, promising to give him everything he wanted. And Camden would. He’d give everything to Elijah, because from the first night they’d met, from the first time Elijah’s wide grin had spread across full lips, Camden had known Elijah should always be happy.
He’d fucked that up the first go ’round. But Camden would be damned if he’d mess this up again. No, now, he would get it right no matter what the cost to himself.
Camden lifted himself off Elijah’s back, reaching his arm around his waist, wrapping sure fingers around Elijah’s straining cock.
Each stroke of Camden’s hand matched the rhythm of each thrust of his hips. He bit his lip, trying to take the edge off his orgasm, determined that the trembling man beneath him would be satisfied first.
Camden switched his angle, feeling Elijah’s muscles tighten around him like an unforgiving vise. He held his breath, fighting the orgasm sparking at the base of his spine until Elijah’s cock pulsed in his hand. The first jet of cum coated Camden’s fingers in a thick, hot rope.
Camden continued to work Elijah until he was spent, his muscles so weak with satisfaction he stretched out completely on the floor, nearly unseating Camden as he slid into the prone position.
Camden braced his arms on the floor and gave in to the need burning through his body like liquid fire, consuming him from the inside. He snapped his hips, letting Elijah’s orgasm spark his own. His balls tightened, drawing up tight against his body just before his muscles seized, and his breath caught in his chest.
When the burn of release clawed through him, Camden shut his eyes, giving in to the blinding need to let go. His cock pulsed, and the heady rush of satisfaction pulled him under with each spurt inside the latex barrier covering his cock.
His muscles held him up just past the last pulse of his orgasm, and he landed gracelessly on top of Elijah. In his mind he told himself he should probably move. But when Elijah’s hand gripped the back of his thigh, Camden decided being sprawled across a willing partner was exactly what he needed in this moment.
Why mess with perfection?
Chapter Twenty-Three
CAMDENturned over in the bed and winced at the tenderness in his ass. He’d thought he’d had the upper hand when he’d had Elijah spread on the floor, pummeling into the depths of his heat. He should’ve known it was only a temporary victory.
Elijah gifted him with a twenty-minute reprieve before he had Camden pinned to the mattress, screaming into the pillows, fearful and yet hopeful of the fact he was certain he was being split in two.
His body was tired, but he found just enough strength to curve his lips into a lazy smile as he joined gazes with Elijah.
“Hey,” Camden greeted him before leaning over to place a quick kiss on Elijah’s lips. “You think we could stay out here forever?”
Elijah wrapped a lazy arm around Camden’s waist and pulled him closer. “I’d love to, but if we miss my mama’s smothered pork chops, potato salad, and sweet potato pie, neither of us will have to worry about the Path, because Evelyn Stephenson will kill us.”
Camden rested his head on Elijah’s chest, chuckling softly at the idea of the barely five-foot woman doing them bodily harm. “How on earth do you stay as fit as you are and eat like that?”
“Did you not see the gym in my basement? With a cooking mama like mine, that’s a necessity, not a luxury.”
