Swaying back, he thrust forward and buried himself in Franklin’s arse once more.Franklin moaned his approval.There was no pain, no fear now.There was just pleasure and trust.Another thrust, and the sound Franklin made was just a whimper of pure bliss.
Catching hold of Franklin’s shoulder, Cameron jerked him back, forcing him to stand up straight in front of him.Still sheathed inside him, Cameron brought their whole bodies into line.
His clothed skin rubbed against Franklin’s naked frame, both above and below where their bodies joined, making him wish he’d taken the time to strip himself down, too.It was too late for that, now.There was no way in hell he could even think about parting them, even for a few brief seconds.
Dipping his head, Cameron pressed a kiss onto Franklin’s shoulder and slid his arms slid around him.One of his hands went straight to Franklin’s cock.The other settled in the centre of Franklin’s chest and held him back tight against his master’s body.
Franklin tilted his head to one side, cooperating to give Cameron better access to kiss his shoulder and his neck.He was all obedience, all willingness to follow a feline lover’s lead.In that moment, Cameron was sure Franklin couldn’t have even been able to remember which of them was rich enough to buy the other several dozen times over.
In the bright light of the dining room, money, the restaurant, the deal Charles had offered him when he followed him into the gents’ toilets, it was all irrelevant.There was only one man who mattered.
Cameron tightened his grip on Franklin.
He’d been so sure he was past the point where he’d ever be capable of caring about another person, let alone a human, let alone one of the rich bastards who came to the clubs.Suddenly, as Cameron pressed another kiss onto Franklin’s shoulder, he started to wonder if he might have been wrong about that.
*
A purr rumbled through Cameron’s body.The sound seemed to seep into Franklin’s skin and rush straight to his core until it tingled along his spine.
“Mine,” Cameron whispered.
He didn’t give Franklin a chance to say anything in response, but pushed at Franklin’s shoulders, ordering him to lean over the table once more.
Neither of them said anything else.There didn’t seem to be any need for words.Each time Cameron pulled away from Franklin, it was only for the briefest possible second, and only to plough into him again and again, hammering into his prostate with each thrust.
The air was cool against Franklin’s naked skin after being pressed against the heat of a lion’s body.A shiver ran through him as he discreetly moved one hand off the table, trying to sneak it down to his cock so he could jack himself off.Cameron must have sensed the movement, because he quickly caught hold of his hand and pinned it to the shiny mahogany, refusing him permission to get off that easily.
Franklin should have been pissed off about that.He was sure he should be as mad as hell, but as he lifted his gaze just far enough to study the way Cameron’s hand covered his, the only thing that registered inside him was perfection.
Being held like that, feeling a lion’s strength and warmth surrounding him, it was all perfect in a way he hadn’t even known existed before he’d set eyes on Cameron.
“Mine,” Cameron bit out again.
Franklin could only nod his agreement.Right then, he was Cameron’s, and the lion could do whatever he wanted with him.All the money in the world couldn’t change that, and, as a hard thrust pushed his hips harshly into the edge of the table, Franklin had never been more glad of anything in his life.
He was owned.And he loved it.
A roar filled the air as Cameron buried himself inside Franklin one last time and spilled inside him.
The whole world seemed to stop turning as the lion came, and all Franklin could do was lie against the table and take what he was given.For some reason, that knowledge rushed to his cock just as quickly as everything else Cameron did, although it wasn’t quite enough to tip him over the edge.
As he felt Cameron pull away, it was all Franklin could do not to reach behind him and try to grab him and pull him back.
Cameron couldn’t go; Franklin needed him!And not just to get off.
Franklin’s mind was still reeling from that thought when strong hands rolled him over on the table and pushed him back along the polished surface until his feet left the floor.Cameron loomed over him, his eyes shining with satisfaction as he ran his eyes over Franklin’s naked body and settled on his straining erection.
When Franklin met Cameron’s gaze, the lion seemed to practically dare him to ask if he could come, too.Franklin bit his tongue and kept the words back, unwilling to break the silence and ruin the moment, no matter how desperate he was.
Cameron smiled slightly.For almost the first time Franklin could remember, his expression wasn’t completely filled with bitterness.He seemed almost…happy?Maybe even…pleased with him?
Without any warning, Cameron leaned over Franklin’s prone body and took the tip of his cock between his lips.Hot, wet perfection surrounded his dick.A few swirls of a rough tongue, a couple of caresses from an impossibly soft pair of lips, and Franklin was already on the edge.His head spun.His hands scrabbled at the table.His feet kicked out as he fought desperately for control.Nothing helped.A few moments in Cameron’s talented mouth was all it took.
Franklin tossed his head from side to side but didn’t have the breath to do anything more than gasp.Just for a few short seconds, all that existed was bliss.There were no doubts about what he should be doing, there was no guilt, no decisions, no game plan.And, when he blinked open his eyes, he suddenly realised that didn’t need to change.
Cameron glared down at him, so serious, so intense and so determined to be in control of everything.Franklin blinked up at him as he tried to regain some sort of focus.
Maybe this was what guys meant when they said it was good to just relax and let someone else take charge for a while?
