Page 20 of Warrior's Cross

At that point, Cameron didn’t even care about the shirt; he wanted more of Julian touching him, and he started pawing at what remained of Julian’s clothing to help him along. Julian’s pants clung precariously to his hips, but as he moved they came closer and closer to falling.

Finally, he shoved at them and stepped out of them as they fell. He stood unselfconsciously in his steel-gray shirt and black briefs and socks, hands working at Cameron’s belt.

Cameron was far too distracted by Julian’s mouth, and it took a lot of willpower to keep working on Julian’s shirt without just ripping the buttons off. Finally, he pushed it off Julian’s shoulders, his fingers brushing over a thin chain around the other man’s neck. He took a moment to look at the pendant curiously before he was distracted by the jerk of his belt, how it pinched slightly at his waist as Julian tugged on it. He moaned in encouragement and closed his eyes.

Julian didn’t even bother yanking the belt off when he finally got it loose. He just unbuttoned Cameron’s pants and pushed them down while kissing Cameron’s neck possessively.

The clinging boxers under Cameron’s pants did nothing to hide how aroused he was. His cheeks heated again as he got his shoes off and stepped out of his trousers. He swallowed hard to make himself focus—Julian’s fingers were very, very distracting.

“Bed’s there,” Cameron announced in a hoarse voice, tilting his head toward the screens.

Julian nodded without looking. He slid his hands further under the warm material of Cameron’s boxers and buried his face against his neck. “Nice place,” he murmured against Cameron’s skin.

“Thanks,” Cameron managed, putting his hands on Julian’s shoulders, unable to resist touching the moving muscles again. He’d never had a size kink before, but he was starting to see the appeal.

Julian pushed Cameron’s boxers down his hips before sliding his hands back up and placing his palms flat against his back. It seemed to Cameron that Julian couldfeelthe uncertainty in him, and it caused his actions to be more hesitant than perhaps they normally would have been. But Cameron wanted nothing more than for him to take the lead and do what he wanted. He took Julian’s face in his hands and kissed him boldly, hoping to urge him along.

Julian reacted accordingly, groaning softly into the kiss as he dragged Cameron toward the gap between the panels.

Cameron gave a pitifully grateful thought of thanks as Julian moved them both. They stumbled through the dividing screens, Cameron turning in Julian’s arms to rub against all that warm skin.

Julian groaned again and let his hands roam freely over Cameron’s body. He picked him up again without warning, carrying him the short distance to the bed and dropping him down on it. Cameron gulped as he went from vertical by the screens to horizontal on the bed with no effort or warning. Muscles, indeed. He looked up at Julian, for the moment more hungry than nervous as he dragged his eyes down Julian’s body.

“Sorry,” Julian offered insincerely as he bent over him and began kissing his way down Cameron’s body.

Cameron groaned, arching up against his mouth. “Yeah, right.”

Julian slid his hands up Cameron’s sides, holding him there like a large cat would a meal, and he nipped at the tender skin of Cameron’s hip before dragging his nose along his abdomen. Cameron closed his eyes as he let his body move. He pulled up a knee and sank long fingers into Julian’s hair as the other hand gripped the quilt.

Julian slid one hand under his body and lifted him slightly. He propped himself on that elbow and looked up at Cameron admiringly before lowering his head and licking at Cameron’s cock slowly. He swirled his tongue around the head and used his arm to pull Cameron’s hips upward, forcing him up into his mouth.

Cameron tensed and bit his lip against a soft cry, his fingers flexing against Julian’s scalp as his cock sank into the wet heat of Julian’s mouth. He opened his eyes to look and practically whimpered at the sight. That certainly wasn’t what he’d been expecting. A man like Julian had Alpha Dog written all over him.

But Julian bent all his considerable attention toward sucking Cameron off for several glorious moments as Cameron tried and failed to form a cohesive thought. Julian’s hand urged Cameron to thrust up, and his tongue swirled and teased expertly. Finally he looked up, let Cameron slide out of his mouth, and grinned.

Cameron watched him with heated, glazed eyes while he gasped for air. “Jesus Christ, Julian,” he hissed. He was shaking all over.

Julian didn’t waste any time in bowing his head once more and taking Cameron into his mouth again. He raised Cameron’s hips until he had to arch his back, and Julian began sucking with the sole apparent purpose of hearing Cameron scream. It didn’t take long. Not long at all.

All the excitement of the evening’s rendezvous had already put Cameron on a hair trigger. His breath hitched as he croakedout the other man’s name, pushing ineffectively at strong shoulders as he was about to lose it. But Julian’s grip tightened and he redoubled his efforts.

Cameron sucked in a deep breath and gritted his teeth against the wild yell he wanted to loose as he came hard, right against Julian’s moving tongue, more and more until he couldn’t stop a near-sobbing cry from breaking free.

Julian swallowed with a muffled moan, his fingers digging into Cameron’s skin. He continued sucking until Cameron flinched and writhed beneath him. Then he looked up at Cameron with dark, hungry eyes.

After a whole-body shudder, Cameron felt those predatory eyes focused on him. Despite the strong orgasm, desire cramped in his belly.

He whispered Julian’s name in invitation, enjoying the fact that he could do so freely.

“Do you have condoms?” Julian asked in a low, heated growl.

Cameron dragged in a breath and nodded, extending his arm to gesture to the top drawer of a nearby dresser. Julian’s eyes followed the point, and as he moved he once again reminded Cameron of a large, predatory cat—long, smooth body lines, rippling muscles. There was no longer any restraint in the power or speed of his movements. He rolled off the bed and went to the drawer, rummaging hastily through it to find the supplies he needed.

Cameron kept his eyes on him the whole time. He was well beyond infatuated at this point, and he knew this had been both a brilliant idea and a horrible mistake. It had all the hallmarks of ending badly, but he had no chance in hell of pulling back now. The thought of what was coming made all that seem insignificant, anyway.

Julian pushed his own briefs down and kicked out of them as he tossed a bottle of lubricant onto the bed. Finally, he founda foil packet, and he tore it open as he turned to openly admire Cameron on the bed.

His eyes didn’t leave Cameron’s as he slowly rolled the condom on.

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