Page 52 of Stray for You

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Chapter Twenty-Six

Julian

I TRY TO WATCH something while Cam showers, but eventually the anticipation makes me itchy, and I flop onto his bed instead. I listen to the water run while staring at the ceiling. Does he really need to getthatclean when we both know I have every intention of messing it up the second I can?

I bolt upright when the water stops. My heart beats far too hard. Maybe that’s why my head is so light. Yeah, definitely. That’s the reason…

Cameron emerges from the bathroom attached to his bedroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, and my mouth goes dry.

“Feeling better?” I manage to ask.

“Yeah. Needed that,” Cameron says, but his voice is weirdly quiet. His throat bobs. “So, um, anyway, I was thinking…”

If this is about dinner, I’m going to fucking explode.

He paces toward where I sit on the bed, pausing at the edge just out of reach. My hands tingle with the urge to grab him and toss him onto the mattress.

For a moment, Cameron looks at the carpet under his bare feet. Then he brings his eyes up to mine, his gaze determined.

“I want you,” he says, the words bursting out of him.

“I want you too, Cam. That’s why—”

“No,” he cuts in. “I want you a specific way. I want … all of it.”

The only reason I understand what he means is because I’veknown him so long. Cameron wouldn’t ask for “all of it” unless he really meant “all of it.” As far as we can go.

“I don’t do this that often,” he says. “But I’d like to do it tonight. If you want to.”

How could I not? I blink at him, too stunned to speak, then give in to the urges buzzing inside me. I grab him, throwing him to the mattress beside me. It dislodges his towel, but I get my mouth on his before I have a chance to appreciate that. He grabs for my shoulders and murmurs with surprise, but lets me keep kissing him, lets me drink in the taste of him.

I pull away breathless. Cameron swallows again, clearly nervous. Is that why he took such a long shower? It’s just like him to feel like he needs to be perfect when I couldn’t care any less. I don’t care if he’s sweaty from practice. I want as much of him as I can get my hands, and my mouth, on.

That thoughts sparks a bolt of inspiration. I flash back to the tub in that hotel room, to what I left undone when I flew back to New Jersey. No longer. After this night, there will be nothing left between us.

I flip him onto his stomach so abruptly that he gasps. I shuffle downward, grabbing his ass and spreading him open. Cameron is still grumbling with confusion when I dive down and finally get my mouth on him.

The complaints instantly wither into moans — but Cameron’s voice isn’t the only one filling up this heated bedroom. I’ve waited so long to have him this way, and I groan the moment I lick the tight ring of his entrance. Every shiver, every shift echoes on my tongue, unbearably delicious. I use the tip of my tongue to torment him, delighting in how he squirms with arousal under my hands.

“This isn’t … isn’t what I meant,” Cameron pants.

I pull up with a deliberately wet and filthy pop. “I know,” I say, “but I’m greedy. And this will make it better anyway.”

Cameron’s laugh is breathy. “You’re greedy? I’m the one just lying here.”

“And that’s how you’re going to stay. You’re mine tonight, Cam. You said so yourself.”

He doesn’t respond, but I can hear his every breath, and that’s response enough. I lower my head again, impatient with talking, impatient with anything that isn’t the feast awaiting me. I meant absolutely every word I said. I’m going to drown myself in him tonight. I’m going to know every intimate inch of him. I’m going to erase that distance of time and hurt and whatever the hell else is standing between us. If that encounter in the grocery store showed me anything, it’s that I don’t have much time to reach him, to convince him this is real.

When I get my tongue inside him, Cameron lifts his hips up at me. The first crack in his cool, icy exterior. His body betrays his desire as I prod inside, his hips pushing at me and his muscles relaxing under my attention.

I mouth over him, tongue and lips lavishing everything I can reach. My cock is going to punch a hole in my briefs, but it takes a few more licks before I finally pull away.

The sight that greets me almost ends the whole affair then and there.

Cam lies facedown on the bed, his cheek against the mattress to reveal panting lips and a glassy eye. He grips the comforter beneath him. His hips remain lifted, his perfect ass waiting for me.

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