Page 44 of Ashley & the A-Listers

The omega arched beneath him, the head of his cock nudging at River’s face, and he smirked before taking him in, hardly pausing at the back of his throat before continuing. His lips brushed Cam’s skin, and River swallowed around him.

A curse ripped from Cam’s lips, and his hand tightened, dragging River up his length before his hips chased him a second later.

His third finger made it in to the second knuckle, and as Cam’s hips returned to the ground, River pressed in the rest of the way.

The weight of him kicked on River’s tongue, another yelp fucked out of Cam’s mouth. “River!” he cried, and spilled down River’s throat.

His ass fluttered around River’s fingers, and he worked them back and forth minimally, just enough to guide him through the first orgasm.

River drank him down like syrup, a honey vanilla caramel in the center of a truffle.

When he was done, when Cam was a puddle in the middle of the nest, he pulled away, rewarding him with a nip to his thigh before sitting up, removing his fingers.

The whole nest smelled like him now, and something like pride nestled down in River’s chest.

Cam blinked up at him, practically drowsy. “I want you,” he whined, letting his knees fall wide, and River wished he had a purr to answer it with.

Here, between them, the rest of the world didn’t exist. No cameras, no producers, no assistants or management oralphas.Just Cameron, in his purest form. At ease, letting River see who he truly was.

Cameron trusted River with this. With himself.

Hollywood’s action hero, reduced to a puddle at River’s hands… a beta.

The thought was electric, shooting up his spine and going right to his head.

He stroked his cock with the hand still coated with Cam’s arousal, slicking himself up.

Their breath exploded in tandem as River leaned over him, cocks brushing before he notched it lower.

Cam reached him before River could, his hand wrapping tight and stroking before leading him where he wanted him.

A kiss of heat, pressure, followed by an audible gasp from Cam, as River leaned down to taste the sound on his lips.

Beneath him, Cameron arched and wiggled excitedly, trying to take him deeper.

“Want it that bad?” River asked, shameless.

“Yes,” Cam moaned, hands pawing at River’s shoulder. “Please, come on.”

River grinned, wide and smug at the sound of desperation in his voice.

And even though Cam had already come once, River couldn’t deny him even if he wanted to.

River drew the few inches Cam had taken of his cock out, and as Cam parted his lips to complain, River thrust.

Cam’s fingers dug into River’s shoulders, mouth falling open in a moan as his hips rolled, attempting to take him even deeper.

River nudged his hips, sliding further inside, the squeeze of him impossibly tight, clutching at him.

They both groaned when River’s hips met the curve of Cam’s ass.

River took his mouth, Cam opening easily for him, their tongues twining. It was messy and lazy and they were both distracted by the same thing.

“Will you just… stay?” Cam asked, lips barely parting for him to get the question out.

River’s heart leapt, and he pressed into his palms so he could see Cam’s face. “Here?”

“Yeah. We’ll start shooting eventually anyway. Just stay here until then.”

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