Finally, Franklin’s hands remembered how to do something other than cling to the blankets.He snatched at Cameron’s wrists, desperately trying to jerk the vicious looking talons away from him, but Cameron merely sank his claws a little more deeply into Franklin’s flesh in response.A muffled sound, half snarl and half roar, vibrated against Franklin’s cock.
Ignoring all of Franklin’s attempts to get his attention, Cameron lowered his mouth around Franklin’s, taking him to the base in one easy movement.
The pinprick of claws mingled in with all the other sensations Cameron was pushing into his body.The heat from his touch and his mouth was unlike anything Franklin had ever known, unlike any human.
As he stared down at Cameron, it was almost easy for Franklin to put aside the little spikes of pain as they mixed in with his pleasure, almost easy to like them and to like being held down against the bed, as well.
Releasing Cameron’s wrists, Franklin hesitantly freed him to do as he pleased.The vibrations of a purr were a quick and delicious reward for that.
As Cameron pulled back a little, his tongue danced over the tip of Franklin’s cock, rough and demanding as he licked and sucked around him.Franklin wriggled slightly on the bed, in an effort to half sit up so he could watch the show properly.
But Cameron half snarled, damn near daring Franklin to try to move without his permission.
Something inside Franklin yelled that he didn’t need anyone’s permission to do whatever the hell he wanted.The man who paid the piper called the tune, and that man was him—that man was always him.In a business meeting or in bed, he paid the bills, he called the shots, and weakness wasn’t ever option.
Cameron should be the one doing as Franklin wanted, not the other way around.But, just for a little while, maybe it would be fun topretendthat things were different—to pretend he was the kind of guy who took orders, or maybe even a guy enjoyed following orders.
He carefully stilled himself, as if he had no choice but to obey Cameron’s order.It wasn’t easy.He wasn’t used to preventing himself from doing whatever the hell he wanted with a lover.His muscles tensed as he fought to control them.That on its own seemed to somehow make every sensation more intense, until the act of staying still itself seemed to make remaining motionless both harder and more pleasurable than ever.
His fingers bit into the blankets, bunching them in his hands as he stared down his body at Cameron.Cameron’s lips narrowed out into a thin pink line as his movements quickened, and Franklin watched, enchanted, right up until Cameron’s wild mane of blond hair fell forward into his face again, blocking Franklin’s view of him.
With any other man, Franklin would have reached out and pushed the strands aside, or perhaps ordered the man going down on him to do that himself.But, right then, it felt far more like Cameron had intentionally revoked Franklin’s permission to watch him.Maybe it even felt as if Franklin hadn’t yet earned the privilege to see every detail.
While something inside him suddenly whimpered its enjoyment at only being able to catch glimpses of Cameron’s face as the guy went down on him, Franklin’s hands remained firmly on the blankets.
Moving even faster now, Cameron dipped his head over Franklin’s erection again and again, sucking Franklin’s cock deep into his mouth until it pressed against the back of his throat.
God but Cameron knew what he was doing.He’d obviously had plenty of practice at eliminating his gag reflex.
Franklin frowned.For the first time in his life, he wondered if he wanted his lover to have had that much experience with other men, if he wanted the man going down on him to know how to suck him off like a pro because he effectively was one.
And, then, that didn’t matter, and neither did anything else, because every thought in Franklin’s brain gave in to the waves of pleasure crashing through his body.He cried out as his orgasm tore through him.Tossing his head back, he bucked his hips as he came.
Cameron’s head remained bowed over Franklin’s lap, his lips sealed firmly around his cock as Franklin spilled into his mouth.The lion’s tongue rasped against the tip of Franklin’s erection again and again, as if determined to coax every last drop of cum from him and didn’t care if the pleasure he caused verged on pain.
Even when Franklin collapsed back onto the bed, Cameron remained where he was, suckling roughly around his cock until it softened completely.
When Cameron finally pulled away, Franklin barely had enough energy to blink open his eyes let alone move any further.
“Happy now?”Cameron demanded as he rose to his full height and loomed over him.
It seemed like a bloody stupid question under the circumstances.Franklin merely stared up at him in a daze.
“That’s what you tracked me down for, wasn’t it?”Cameron demanded.
“You want to hear me say that I’ve wanted you to suck me off from the first moment I saw you?”Franklin asked.It wasn’t that big a bargaining chip—he didn’t try to hold onto it for no reason.He shrugged.“Fine—that was exactly what I wanted.”
“Good.”Cameron had already stormed across the room and wrapped his fingers around the door handle by the time he looked back over his shoulder.“And, since you’ve got what you wanted now, there’s no need for you to hang around for breakfast, is there?”
It was nothing more nor less than a blatant dismissal.“What?”Franklin spluttered, as he sat up.
“You know where the front door is; I’m sure you can afford the cab fare back to wherever you live if you’re not up to driving yourself.”And, as easily as that, Cameron walked away.
Franklin glared at the door Cameron had left half open behind him in shock.But, as the seconds passed, he gradually pulled together enough brain cells to make a decision.Doing up his fly, he made his way to the bedroom door and shut it with a decisive click.
No one dismissed Franklin Hamilton.
Chapter Three
