Page 21 of Warrior's Cross

Cameron was more than half-hard again as he watched Julian handle himself.

Julian reached across the bed and grabbed Cameron by the backs of his knees, pulling him across the quilt, tugging him until he lay on his back in front of where Julian stood by the side of the tall bed. He placed Cameron’s legs around his hips and ran his hands down Cameron’s thighs without breaking eye contact.

Cameron could barely breathe as Julian manhandled him. Julian bent and reached for the tube of lubricant, letting his cock slide against Cameron’s thighs as he did so. “You tell me if I hurt you,” he ordered sternly, his voice low and hoarse with desire.

Cameron groaned and nodded again, reaching to touch what he could of the other man’s body.

Julian rested a knee on the mattress, bending over Cameron to kiss him. He pushed one of Cameron’s legs back as he did so, easing it up onto his shoulder as he licked at Cameron’s lips. He teased with one lubricated finger, mimicking the motion with his tongue.

Cameron slid his arms around Julian’s neck as they kissed, and the now-familiar taste mingled with his own helped him relax. He wanted this more than he would have imagined. Soon, Julian had two fingers inside him, twisting and stretching intently. The bigger man trembled with restraint, but his movements were becoming more hurried and less gentle.

Cameron loved it. Groans growing louder, he shifted to wrap his other leg around Julian’s calves to tug him forward. “More,” he rasped, making eye contact in the dim light. “C’mon.”

And that was apparently all Julian needed. He jerked his head to the side and growled wordlessly, then removed his fingers and quickly covered himself with a generous amount of lubricant. He gripped Cameron’s hip with one hand and propped his weight up with the other as he bent over Cameron again.

Julian kissed him hungrily as he pushed into him.

Cameron gasped the pain out into Julian’s mouth—he couldn’t help his body’s natural reaction to tense, especially considering Julian’s size—but as for what he really wanted, that he could do. He pushed back as hard as he could, and he was rewarded by the singularly incredible feeling of Julian boring deep into him, making that connection Cameron craved. Julian gasped as well, panting against Cameron’s mouth as he rolled his hips and sank deeper. He muttered incoherently and tightened his grip on Cameron’s thigh as he began rocking against him.

Cameron murmured encouragement, his body bowing up into Julian’s as the drag of their skin slowly drove him insane. It was incredible to witness such a normally detached, undemonstrative man like Julian become unraveled and passionate because of him. He was certainly spoiled forever, now. After this little adventure, nothing would be the same.

Julian gasped for breath against Cameron’s ear. “Okay?” he managed to ask.

Cameron moaned aloud. “Yes. Oh, yes,” he whispered, clutching Julian as close as he could. “Don’t stop.”

“Hold on,” Julian gasped as his hips moved in a slow, languorous rhythm.

Cameron moaned again and hitched himself closer to Julian’s hip to rub his cock against heated skin. The sensations arched through him, along with every slide of Julian inside him. Julian lowered himself more, giving Cameron more friction, andhe gasped as the angle of his thrusts changed. He cursed under his breath and twisted his fingers in Cameron’s hair as he kissed him hard.

Cameron lifted his hips mindlessly, over and over, falling deep into the pleasure and ache. Playing into the tight, strung-out wire that yanked at his insides. Julian’s thrusts were hard and rhythmic, starting out slow to enjoy the slide of their bodies, but soon becoming less controlled.

Cameron held on just like he’d been instructed, wrapping his legs tight around Julian’s waist. Julian clenched his hands, holding Cameron down as he writhed. Suddenly, Julian called out plaintively, lowering his head and pounding into Cameron brutally as he rode out his orgasm. Cameron’s eyes rolled back into his head as Julian took him hard and fast, and he reveled in it along with his own smaller climax, soaking in the feeling of being able to make this man lose control even this little bit.

Julian trembled and panted as he gripped Cameron’s hips. He kissed him one last time as he carefully pulled out, and Cameron collapsed into a mess on the sheets, arms and legs quivering as he tried to catch his breath.

“Are you okay?” Julian gasped as he slowly slid to his knees at the side of the bed.

Pushing himself to his elbows, Cameron dragged his eyes open to look at Julian’s flushed face. “Yes,” he said between jerky breaths.

Julian nodded and exhaled slowly, then pulled himself up and crawled onto the bed to flop down beside Cameron, who rolled to his side and pillowed his head on his own outstretched arm. His panting slowing, Cameron quietly watched Julian move and settle, admiring his body, wondering what in the world was in the man’s head to give him the thought to hook up with someone like himself.

Julian returned the look admiringly. “That was fun,” he murmured finally.

Cameron smiled. “Yeah?”

Julian mirrored the smile and nodded. He reached out and gently ran his fingers over Cameron’s face, and they lay there quietly for long minutes, enjoying the comfortable silence. Finally, Julian glanced around the room as he pushed himself up. “Washroom?” he asked softly.

Cameron pointed across the room to a door hidden in the shadows, too tired to get up and show Julian the way. The room was mostly dark, lit by subtle lights Cameron left on in the other room for the dogs, but his eyes had adjusted enough that he could see Julian quite well. He was sitting up in the bed, rolling his shoulders back and forth and stretching out hard, toned muscles.

“Be right back,” he murmured to Cameron before reaching out and snagging Cameron’s hand. He kissed the inside of his wrist again and then hefted himself off the bed to disappear into the bathroom.

Once Julian was gone, Cameron covered his face with both hands and sighed softly. He let them fall to the side and stared blindly up at the ceiling, noting faintly how the light spilled through the dividing screens to fall over the bed in odd shapes. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d turned on a light in the bedroom, since he usually got home and simply crashed every night. Sighing, he rolled to pull a pillow against his chest and face, feeling the ache when he shifted his hips. His entire body felt languid and sated, and sleep called to him.

But he hated to sleep when he had Julian here in his apartment for perhaps the one and only time.

After a couple minutes, the bathroom door opened, and Cameron heard Julian’s footsteps on the wood floor halt several steps away from the bed. He looked up to see Julian stoppedshort, looking around the room uncertainly. Cameron watched him admiringly for a long moment. Then the awkwardness seemed to seep back into him as he realized that the passion of the moment was spent and now they would actually have to speak to each other.

“Do you want...?” Cameron stopped and bit his lip.

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