Page 28 of Stray for You

I put it into action the second we reach my room.

Cameron shoves me against the wall before the door even closes, just as he did last time, but I get my hands on his shoulders and stop him when he dives at my neck. He hesitates, confusion drawing his brows down over his dark eyes.

“Not like that,” I say.

The confusion deepens, and I slide away from the wall and grab his wrist before this night can slip between my fingers. I walk backward toward the bed, towing him along, trying to make my smile reassuring. Cameron goes along with all of it, even lets me push him onto the bed and sit on his hips. I plant my hands on either side of his head, caging him in with my arms.

“We’re going to do it my way this time,” I say.

“Your way better—”

“Shh,” I cut in before he can grumble.

I throw my jacket aside, then fling my shirt after it. I helpCameron struggle out of his own jacket and shirt, but when he goes for his pants, I stop him again.

“Relax,” I say. “Slow down.”

“You have a lot of demands tonight.”

“Yeah, so? This is my last shot. I’m going to make the most of it, Cam.”

Something crosses his face. Usually, I can read people pretty easily, but Cameron has always been a bit of a mystery to me. Whatever that look is, it disappears so swiftly that I don’t have time to parse it.

I don’t worry about it, lowering to his mouth instead, attempting to distract both of us. Even I don’t want to keep talking, not when this night is so horrifically finite, not when every second that slips between my fingers is a second with him that I’ve lost forever. I didn’t plan on this night going this way, but as soon as he said yes to me outside that parking garage, my purpose struck me with perfect clarity.

I dive to that purpose now, trailing from his lips and along his jaw, all the way over to his ear. Our bare chests press together as Cameron sucks down a deeper breath. I flick out my tongue, running it along the underside of his ear before taking the lobe in my mouth and tugging.

Cameron shudders beneath me, his reaction raw and involuntary. A hand flies to my arm. Cameron clings to me, holding on like he might lose his balance even while lying down.

The smile that sweeps over my mouth forces me to release his ear. I kiss my way down his neck instead, not stopping my assault, but taking my sweet time with it as well. Cameron keeps holding onto me, his deep breaths gusting against the top of my head as I work my way down to his collar and suck at the joint where neck meets shoulder. The sheets shuffle as he plants one foot, caging me in with his knee.

Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere, not until I’ve hadevery last inch of you.

I trickle over his chest, my kisses on his firm pecs like water dribbling over rocks. I pause at the soft divot of a nipple, swirling my tongue around and sucking until he whimpers for me. Lord, what a sound, especially coming from him. With my head lowered, I can’t see his expression, but the noise arrives strangled between clenched teeth, and I can imagine well enough the way he must grit them, his eyes screwed just as tightly shut. Even now, he doesn’t want to give me his full, unfiltered self, but that’s okay. I’ll take whatever he offers me, whatever scraps he deigns to throw me.

Instead of immediately trailing downward, I divert to the side, lifting one arm and dragging my nose along him. He startles, but I keep going, breathing deeply to inhale the scent of his deodorant and, beneath that, Cameron himself. Even here, I kiss and lick, making it all the way up to the underside of his bicep.

I rush on, invigorated by that intimate taste of him. I follow the trail of hair that starts on his chest and trickles down his torso, tasting every ridge of his abs along my way, fitting my tongue into the grooves, kissing the unexpected freckle hidden on his side. He jerks, perhaps ticklish, and that hand on my arm seizes me tighter for a moment.

He won’t be able to hang on like that much longer. I’m not stopping. When I say all of him, I meanallof him, every last bit, and that includes everything below the waist.

He releases my arm and scoots backward on the bed when I reach the waistband of his jeans. I shuffle down to fit between his legs, marking my way in kisses left behind like warm stones along a pathway. Perhaps some day they’ll guide me along his body again, but if they don’t, at least I’ll have left my mark on him.

I look up, checking in with him for the first time since Ideclared my intentions. Cameron is craning his neck to look down at me, his lips parted, those dark eyes vibrant with lust.

He’s never looked so damn good.

That glance is all I need. I undo his jeans, pulling them down along with the briefs beneath them. In our haste, we neglected our shoes, so I have to pry those off before I can get him completely naked at long last, but God, is it ever worth it. The man lying in my temporary bed is like something out of those classic paintings, tan and toned and brushed with dark hair. His beautiful cock curves up at his belly, and I haven’t even touched it — and don’t mean to quite yet.

This seems to surprise Cameron. His eyebrows jerk upward when I reach for his leg instead of diving onto his cock, but when I said all of him, I meant all of him. I keep my eyes locked on his as I rest his foot on my thigh, kneading my thumbs into the arch. His throat bobs.

“That alright?” I say.

He nods. “It feels good, but…”

“Shh.” I lift his foot, kissing the underside. “I told you I was making the most of this.”

He blinks rapidly, so I’m assuming no one has ever done this for him, but I charge on anyway, fitting my lips over his largest toe. He makes no sound, but his eyes never leave me, even when I swirl my tongue around that toe, then move to the rest. I take each into my mouth in turn, then lick the top of his foot before I set it back down on the bed and focus on working my way up his shin.

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