Origin (Scales N' Spells #1) - A.J. Sherwood Page 0,123
dick with his left hand and guided himself to Cameron’s hole. His right hand tightly held Cameron’s hip. He didn’t trust him not to thrust backward, impaling himself. Alric was remaining in control this time.
Hissing at the velvety tightness, Alric pushed inside, stopping after the head had breached that first ring of muscles.
“More. Please. More, Alric,” Cameron begged.
“You’ll have all of me, I promise.”
Cameron rose up to glare at Alric over his shoulder. “I want everything,” he growled and Alric’s heart skipped. He could see it in Cameron’s hot gaze. He wasn’t talking about Alric’s dick. He wanted everything that made Alric who he was. Cameron wanted to possess him heart and soul. And Alric was so tempted to just hand everything he was over to this man.
Gritting his teeth, Alric pulled back slightly and then pushed deep, filling Cameron completely in one smooth, long stroke. They both gasped for air like divers suddenly breaking above the surface. Alric held perfectly still, trying to block out Cameron’s words from his mind and focus only on holding his orgasm at bay. He felt amazing. The tightness, muscles massaging him, trying to pull him in deeper.
“Are you okay?” Alric asked as the need to come receded slightly.
“Yes, but you gotta move.”
Alric pulled back and thrust forward hard, earning a rough groan from Cameron followed by begging for more. Alric pounded into his welcoming body, and Cameron just kept crying out for more, harder. The sound of broken pants and slapping skin filled the room. The noises coming from Cameron were a sweet symphony of fractured words and needy sounds that wrapped around Alric’s wounded heart. He drove Cameron closer to the edge.
The only problem was that he was racing there as well, and it was too late to stop it. He never wanted it to end, never wanted to leave Cameron’s body, but he was too close.
“Alric! Oh god, Alric. So close. Gonna—”
“Don’t! Don’t you dare! Not until I say,” Alric snapped.
Cameron whined, and Alric smacked him on the ass. “I mean it, Cameron. Don’t.”
Cameron whimpered. “Hurry.”
Picking up his pace, Alric fucked into him harder, tagging Cameron’s prostate so that the man under him practically sobbed with pleasure. The orgasm slammed into Alric hard. Lightning sizzled through nerve endings, and he cried out Cameron’s name as he filled his channel. The edges of his vision went dark, and his damn knees threatened to give out. Dear god, he’d never come so hard in his life. He wanted nothing more than to flop onto Cameron and cuddle the man as he drifted into sleep, but first he had to take care of his lover.
Carefully, he pulled out, wringing a cry of denial from Cameron. Working quickly, he flipped Cameron’s sweat-covered body onto his back and shoved him farther across the mattress so Alric had room to climb into the bed. Cameron lifted his head and started to speak, but the words were strangled in his throat when Alric swallowed his leaking cock down his throat.
A loud shout echoed through the room, and Cameron’s fingers twisted in Alric’s thick hair, holding him prisoner. He sucked hard on his dick, lapping up the precum and swirling his tongue around the head before stroking down the shaft. Cameron trembled underneath him. Alric bobbed on his dick hard and fast, sucking him.
“Alric!” Cameron shouted. “I—”
He could feel Cameron swelling on his tongue and Alric hummed his approval. He wanted this, needed to taste him. Cameron shouted again as his orgasm broke free. Alric happily swallowed him down, loving every sound and shiver. With it came a feeling of peace he’d not felt since he’d last held Cameron. The anger was gone, though the fear and worry still lingered.
With a final whimper from Cameron, Alric let his dick slip from his lips. He lifted up to find Cameron’s face slack, his glasses knocked askew, and his sweaty hair sticking up in every direction. He was beautiful.
Alric crawled up the bed to lay on his right side beside Cameron. The mage turned his head to face Alric, his large eyes blinking so slowly. Alric plucked the glasses off his face and stretched to place them on the closest nightstand before pulling Cameron in close. He loved that Cameron was a cuddler, loved feeling every inch of him stretched out along Alric’s body. Nothing should be between them.
“How do you feel?” Alric asked. He leaned down and brushed his lips across Cameron’s damp forehead.