Page 45 of Ashley & the A-Listers

Cam was so, so sweet. River loved him.

“If you thought I had any intention of leaving, try again,” he said, and pulled his hips back before plunging in.

River studied the shape of his lips, the way he was jostled with the thrust, how his eyes went half-lidded.

“G-good,” he said, the word hiccuped as River picked up the pace.

Between them, Cam’s cock, already hard and leaking again, brushed River’s stomach with each movement, and he angled his hips down. His sweetness spilled between them, filling the space, River’s head, coating his abdomen.

He hoped Cam’s scent bonded to his skin and never came out—and then wished there was a world where he couldlet itstay that way, instead of the shower they’d both find themselves in before leaving the apartment.

But that was for later.

For now, River let himself sink into Cameron, chasing the sounds of his moans with each roll of his hips.

He swallowed the scent of him down like a drug, knowing he was already addicted.

Cam’s cries increased in volume, his hips attempting to crash into River on each thrust, cock leaking against his stomach.

“Do you want to come again?” River asked.

Cam nodded, and River reached between them, circling his cock with a fist.

His arm flexed and burned as he balanced himself with it, continuing to thrust. And even if his rhythm was sloppier, Cameron didn’t seem to notice, not with the way his back was arching, nails dragging down River’s arm and shoulders, cock pulsing in his grip.

“Say my name when you come,” River told him.

A split second later, Cameron obeyed as he spilled over his fist in the same fashion River’s name spilled from those lips.

When he was finished, River paused, much to Cameron’s whining dismay, and made a show of licking his release off his hand.

Cam’s ass clenched around River’s cock as he watched, dick attempting a weak twitch on his stomach.

“Be grateful I’m giving you a break,” River drawled before releasing a finger with a wetpop.“Because you’re going to come again when I do,” River said.

Below him, Cam shivered and arched like a cat, grinning.

“You spoil me,” he moaned.

River leaned down to kiss him, sharing his candy-sweet taste, and Cam combed his finger through River’s hair, holding him to lap at his mouth and clean him of the flavor.

River grumbled, and felt the smile against Cam’s mouth.

He knew how to knock that smile off, and withdrew his hips before surging forward.

Arousal stroked down his spine, settling low in his gut and making him groan. He shoved his now clean hand into the nest on the other side of Cam’s head, giving himself better leverage.

His pace picked up, jostling Cam with each thrust, until he reached up to press against the wall of the nest and kept himself still. Little noises escaped Cam every time their skin crashed together, and each one only spurred River on.

“Missed you so much,” River grit out.

Pleasure bore down on him, need striking him hard, a spark alighting amongst an inferno.

“Stroke yourself,” River said, and Cam’s hand squeezed around his cock, knuckles bumping River’s belly with each stroke.

“That’s it, baby,” River said, voice deep with desire, and he watched the effect it had on Cam, a shiver dancing up his spine, a cry bitten back by teeth on his bottom lip.

“I wanna hear you,” River told him, “Come on.”

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