Aftermath (15 page)

"Oh, Christ," Cam moaned. "Are you jacking—shit, take off your pants. I wanna see you."

Austin backed away enough to push down his sweats and free his cock. He fisted it and stroked it hard, at the same time returning to Cam's dick which glistened with saliva and arousal. He sucked him in, moaning at how
fucking
turned on he was, and he only had one goal. To swallow Cam down.

In shallow thrusts, Cam fucked his mouth. "Holy fuck, Austin." He gritted his teeth. "Almost there." It was a warning—a chance for Austin to back away. "Make me come—
please
."

That
please
went straight to Austin's cock, and he suddenly changed his mind about instant gratification. Breathing heavily, he pulled away as a rush of dominance settled in him.

Control
.

"Lie down," he commanded quietly. "Now." His muscles tensed, and he watched Cam hungrily, who obeyed with a look of confusion. But he was at that point where he'd do anything to get off. Every man on the planet reached that point.

"Don’t fucking tease me," Cam said, lying down on his back. He put one hand behind his head, the other one absently trailing up and down his chest. "Get over here."

Austin chuckled darkly and wiped his mouth. "Let's get one thing straight." He moved in between Cam's legs and hovered over him. "When I'm the one making you come, you're in no position to order me around." He nipped at Cam's bottom lip. "Am I making myself clear, baby?"

"Fuck," Cam breathed out, shivering violently. He swallowed and tilted his head for a kiss, but Austin moved just out of reach. "Yeah—fuck. Yes. Okay."

"Excellent." Austin stole a quick kiss, then settled back on his heels. As he stroked his cock, he dragged it teasingly along the crack of Cam's ass. "Why should I let you come?"

"'Cause you can't help yourself," Cam panted. Christ, he was desperate for Austin to touch him. It was easy to tell. "You want to." At Austin's arched brow, which meant business, Cam backtracked. "Fucking hell, Austin. I'll beg—is that what you want? I'll do anything; just…
get me off
."

A slow smile spread on Austin's lips. "You probably shouldn’t have said you'd do anything." At that, he pressed the tip of his cock against Cam's hole. "One might take advantage." He was teasing.

Mostly.

Cam let out a mix between a moan and a whimper and fisted his cock, stroking it roughly. "You wanna fuck me?" He jerked his chin at the coffee table. "There's a condom and lube in my wallet. But—" he sat up abruptly and grabbed Austin's jaw "—you better give up that sweet ass of yours one day, too." Cam was momentarily in charge. Austin was stunned, but his eyes betrayed the primal desire to be inside Cam. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to bend you over and fuck you into next week. Am
I
making myself clear?"

Austin shuddered and nodded slowly, still processing. He closed his eyes. It was an odd feeling to both take and be taken. In these past twelve hours or so, he'd been swept off his fucking feet.

That he had to have Cam in his life had been established a long time ago, but now he was realizing just how much they'd grown to need each other—in every aspect. This wasn’t a fluke or a way to pass time.

He didn’t know how to explain himself to Cam, though. The emotions were all jumbled. Once upon a time, Jade had called him a romantic, but she'd gotten it all wrong. He could buy flowers, remember anniversaries, and dine her properly, but words failed him.

So, he just murmured, "I don’t take this lightly." Then he kissed Cam, changing the tension from serious to heated in a second. "I want you to trust me on that."

Cam released a breath and lay down again. "Okay."

Reaching over to the coffee table, Austin retrieved a condom and a small packet of lube, one of those for one-time use. His focus was solely on Cam. He kissed his chest, stroked his cock, and settled between his legs once more. At least he'd had anal sex before. Even if it was more than ten years ago. And with a woman.

"Anything in particular you want before?" he asked as he nuzzled the base of Cam's cock. It had softened a little earlier, but now it was tight and hard again.

"Fingers," Cam grunted, bucking upward. "And suck my dick. Please."

He smiled and guided Cam's cock into his mouth, sucking strongly and wetly.

Just fingers for warm-up, though?

Give me some credit.

Austin had other plans. His right hand took over and stroked Cam; meanwhile, his mouth left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down to Cam's balls and farther down. He licked and sucked at the sensitive skin. More than once, he caught himself inhaling deeply. Mixed with arousal and fresh perspiration was also the scent of Cam's bodywash—the one Austin had borrowed last night in the shower.

The second Austin swiped his tongue over Cam's tight hole, Cam nearly arched off the bed. The curse he spat out was stuttered and gritty, and Austin literally felt how Cam's cock reacted. It strained in his moving hand. He'd definitely received his answer as to whether or not Cam liked having his ass tongue-fucked.

"
Jesus
, Austin!" Cam almost sounded annoyed—and very out of breath. He lifted himself up to support himself on his elbows. "Warn a guy, will ya—oh,
God
." Austin's only response was to close his lips over the light, smooth protrusion and apply pressure with his tongue. Cam's moans spurred him on. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…" The fucks trailed off into shallow breaths.

As if Austin needed more encouragement, Cam pulled up his knees, spread them farther apart, feet still planted on the mattress, and watched with hunger in his eyes. Those expressive eyes, silvery gray, darkened with lust into the color of liquid mercury. Austin held the gaze as he penetrated Cam's ass with his tongue, loosening the tight ring of muscle. For one moment, Cam threw his head back, and Austin was certain he'd never seen anything so goddamn sexy. At the same time, Austin felt a hot trickle of arousal seeping out of Cam's cock.

"You're driving me—" Cam gasped "—driving me insane."

When Austin deemed him ready, he replaced his tongue with his middle finger. A second finger was added within a couple minutes, and then a third. Every now and then, he'd pause to fuck him with his tongue and get him nice and wet.

He'd reduced Cam into a man who pleaded and whimpered instead of grunted and spat out curses.

"Fuck me, Austin," he panted. "I'm fucking begging you."

Both beyond ready, Austin pushed himself up and sat back to roll the condom down his cock. Next he tore off a corner on the packet of lube and coated two fingers that he brought to Cam's ass. He smeared the gleaming liquid around the hole, then pushed inside, only to repeat two, three times with more lube. With his free hand, he added the last of it to his cock. All slicked up and ready, he spent a minute or two rubbing Cam's prostate—just because Cam was so insanely sexy when he lost control. He was writhing and panting, sweat glistening on his torso, and his cock throbbed off of his abdomen.

Removing his fingers from Cam's ass, Austin wiped them on the sheet and gripped the base of his cock, dragging the tip teasingly around Cam's entrance. His heart was racing, and as much as he wasn’t quite ready to delve deeper into whatever he felt for Cam, it was impossible not to acknowledge the significance. He moved higher up so they were face-to-face, and as he slowly began to push his cock inside, he dropped his forehead to Cam's, their labored breaths mingling in the small space between their parted lips.

"Yeah," Cam gritted out in a rush. "More."

Austin looked down between them, watching as his thick erection disappeared into Cam's tight ass. He groaned through clenched teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, countless sensations nearly bowling him over, but opened them again because he needed to see this. The feeling was…out of this fucking world. Tight, slick, hot. Just right.

Oh, holy mother of…

"Are you all right?" Austin asked huskily when he was all in.

"Uh-huh." Cam nodded jerkily and moved his hands to Austin's ass. There was both pain and pleasure reflected in his eyes. "Just been a while."

For the next several moments, Austin kissed and touched Cam wherever he could reach. He didn’t start to move until Cam was begging him to, and then all bets were off. They were both attentive, but that didn’t mean slow or gentle. They let go. Driven by desire and need, they unconsciously unleashed the savage mind-sets they'd had in captivity.

With each thrust of Austin's cock, Cam pushed back and urged him on.

"Don’t fucking stop." Cam dug his heels into Austin's ass and pulled him in for a bruising kiss. "Don't stop, don't stop."

"I won't." Austin moved a hand down between them to stroke Cam. "I can't." The slide of his cock inside Cam's ass was addictive; it was impossible to stop. "I need this—you." He slid out then slammed back in, causing two loud moans to mingle with the sloppy kiss. "I need you." He massaged Cam's tongue with his own, teeth grazing and nipping. And inside of him…it was like a storm building up. Indescribable emotions raged and surged, leaving him raw and open.

A fuck couldn’t alter a man's feelings, but it could make him realize things.

As far as Austin knew, lust came first, but that wasn’t true here. Somewhere in the past six months, he'd started to fall for Cam, and now there was no going back. He'd been blindsided by terms like friendship and brotherhood, maybe even brothers-in-arms, but this went deeper.

He didn’t have a lot to compare with, but he knew several things for certain. It wasn’t his wife's words of comfort he sought. It wasn’t his own house he wanted to spend time in anymore. It wasn’t Jade's body he wanted to explore, be near, and fucking ravish.

Peering down at Cam's sculpted body, he knew no trauma could cause this kind of attraction. He could've understood wanting Cam as a security blanket after everything they'd been through, but that wasn’t it.

Austin fucked the man under him harder and faster, not because it provided comfort, but because he fucking loved him.

He didn’t know if he'd fallen completely; he didn’t feel like reading into it anyway, but he finally knew where he was headed—where
this
was headed.

"Let me make you come." He kissed Cam 'til they were both breathless. Austin was on the brink of orgasm, too. "
Christ
." He sucked on Cam's bottom lip as his balls drew up and tightened, as the familiar tingling sensation traveled down his spine, and as he buried his cock deep in Cam's ass over and over and over.

"Close," Cam gritted out. "Oh fuck, Austin!" He dug his head back into the pillow, his back arching. "You gotta come, too.
Now
."

Like Austin had a choice. He'd already lost his struggle. Rocking deeper into Cam's ass, his climax took over just as the first rope of come pulsed out of Cam's cock. Austin's thighs throbbed, one with a twinge of pain, but he didn’t stop. Through shudders and panting moans, they rode out their orgasms.

Austin rubbed Cam's soaked dick and inhaled deeply, feeling his mouth water. It was heady and nearly dizzying.

As the last trickles of their releases seeped out of their cocks, Austin brought a wet finger to Cam's mouth and brushed it over his lips. And just as the tip of Cam's tongue slipped out, Austin was there to kiss and lick it all up. Their tongues met passionately, tasting the salty arousal, tasting each other.

The kiss eventually slowed, and they floated in a comfortable silence with words left unsaid. They could both feel it, see it, as they looked at each other. The green in Austin's hazel eyes shone brighter than the brown, and the darkness in Cam's silvery eyes had faded.

Austin expected it and wasn’t surprised when Cam averted his eyes, knowing that eye contact wasn’t always easy for Cam. So, Austin brushed a final kiss between Cam's brows and slowly slid out his softening cock.

"Let's clean up, Mr. MBA," Cam said quietly. "Then you're gonna sleep."

Austin twisted and turned in his sleep. It was just his naked body under the blanket, but his mind went back to a time where a specific pair of pants had probably gotten him kidnapped. Austin had suffered through so many flashbacks today; maybe that was why they didn’t stop now.

*

A few days later, the cuffs were back on, the medical kit and the keys had been returned, and both men were out of the woods for this time. They could move around as long as they were careful, and there was no fever.

"You think this could ever be in fashion?" Austin joked dryly as he put on his sweats. Not only were they dirty, but there were several small tears after the torturer's knife. "My father would probably cry if he saw his pants destroyed like this."

That was obviously not true, but it was a running joke in their family; Austin's dad was extremely proud of his company. He ran a successful construction business which he'd built from the ground up, and this was a man who bought fancy cases to keep his business cards protected.

One time, Austin's mother had to put her foot down, because his dad wanted to buy pillowcases with the company logo on them. And for Christmases and birthdays, Griffin Huntley handed out pens, clothes, towels, coffee mugs, trucker caps, and notepads—all with the logo on them—as extra presents. The entire Huntley family was a walking ad for G.H. Construction.

A pang of sadness hit Austin squarely in the chest at the thought of his parents. He missed them terribly and couldn’t imagine how upset his mother was. Maggie was the kind of woman who'd smack you upside the head with one hand and serve you apple pie with the other.

"Why would your pop care?" Cam looked puzzled. "Does he do your shopping or somethin'?"

Austin snorted. "That'd be a sight. But no." He pointed to the logo along his right leg. "My dad's business."

Cam studied Austin for a beat, then nodded pensively. "Yeah, that makes sense. You don’t really strike me as a construction worker."