Page 72 of Merry & Bright

Chapter Ten

For an instant, Robfroze, then, as Cam pressed closer, he moaned, parting his lips to allow Cam’s tongue access to his mouth, welcoming the press of Cam’s broad chest against his own, even as his mind raced with questions.

Cam wanted this? Wantedhim?

The thought was heady and it made Rob bold. He shifted his body underneath Cam’s bulk, straightening himself out and taking hold of Cam’s hips to guide him into closer contact, aching to feel more. They ground their hips together for a while, both groaning into the kiss at the tantalising, not-enough sensation. Rob arched up, pushing harder, frustrated by the stifling layers of their clothes, but the dimensions of the sofa were too tight to do more.

At last, Cam pulled back, chest heaving. He stared down at Rob with wild eyes, his dark gaze even darker now that his pupils were blown wide.

“Fuck,” he said.

Rob gasped out a laugh. “Yeah.”

“Do you want to—” Cam broke off, then swallowed. “That is,Ireally want to—do something—but I understand if you don’t.”

“I want to,” Rob assured him. “What did you have in mind?”

Cam swallowed. “Can I—would you let me suck you off for a bit?”

Rob groaned. “Yes. God,yes.”

The thought of Cam’s lips around him, those eyes looking up at him as he sucked and licked...

He hadn’t got his head straight before Cam was pulling away, settling himself on the floor, on hisknees.

Jesus.

Rob swung his legs round, planting his feet on the floor and shoving his hips to the edge of the seat to give Cam easy access. When Cam reached forward to unbutton Rob’s fly, Rob noticed the man’s hands were shaking, though whether from nerves or too much need he wasn’t sure. Possibly both. Cam opened up Rob’s jeans and slid his hand inside to palm Rob’s package through his briefs, cupping and weighing him for a moment. And then Rob was lifting his hips and Cam was easing Rob’s jeans and briefs down, exposing the rude arch of Rob’s cock against his belly and the tightness of his balls.

Rob hissed in a breath at that sudden exposure and Cam tilted his head up, grinning at him before lowering his head, first to paint his tongue up Rob’s length, from balls to head, and then to take the swollen heft right into his mouth, driving his lips all the way down so that Rob’s cock speared him to the back of his throat with swift perfection. Rob moaned, reaching for Cam’s head and twining his fingers into the soft silky strands as Cam began dragging his mouth slowly up again, his sleek tongue swirling, the muscles in his cheeks clasping.

So many perfect sensations: the wet, suckling pull of Cam’s mouth, the visual feast of watching him perform the act, cheeks hollowing, dark eyes gazing at Rob. Even the slight snag of a rear molar against Rob’s swollen member was good, evidence that this was unmistakablyreal.

Rob watched as Cam shifted his knees wider, reaching down with one hand to unfasten his jeans and draw out his own cock. He pumped it slowly while he gorged on Rob’s length, seeming to relish every messy, noisy second.

Part of Rob wanted to tell Cam to stop—he didn’t want to come too quickly, wanted this to last—but he couldn’t find the words, was too transfixed by the man’s knowing expertise and obvious pleasure in what he was doing. Only a lunatic would cry uncle at this. Instead he tried to distract himself, a little, from the pleasure by watching Cam more carefully, looking for clues about the other man’s desires.

He was, undoubtedly, loving this.

Rob thought about the swiftness with which Cam had suggested this, how readily he’d gone to his knees. He watched as Cam pulled off his cock with a rude slurp and immediately began nuzzling Rob’s balls, eyes closed and cheeks flushed with desire. When he moved back up to take Rob’s cock again, and Rob stroked his cheek, he pushed into the touch and moaned.

Incredible to see him like this. The big, dour man who had avoided Rob so studiously for months was gone and in his place was a man who wanted nothing more than to please, who seemed to crave to please. Perhaps to be praised. Maybe even be controlled, a little.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Rob murmured, trying his theory out. “You like sucking my cock.”

Cam groaned his agreement and renewed the vigour of his sucking, his expression abandoned, mouth wet with spit. Practically begging for more, without words.

“You’re good at it too,” Rob continued, adding a note of affectionate amusement to his next comment. “A good cocksucker.”

Cam moaned helplessly and the hand that touched his own cock moved more quickly as Rob watched him, insanely turned on. He’d never have figured Cam as a man who would let loose his inhibitions so readily, or in this way.

“Stop what you’re doing now, Cam. Look at me.”

Cam obeyed, lifting his head and opening his eyes. He still looked turned on, but now he looked a little anxious too, a little embarrassed. Possibly worried he’d revealed too much.

Rob took Cam’s face in his hands and leaned forward to kiss him, soft and sweet. When they broke apart, Cam looked a little dazed.

“You’re incredible,” Rob murmured. “And I’m loving every second of what you’re doing—if you want to keep doing it till we both come, I’m all for that. But if I’m honest, I’d like tonight to last a little longer. And more than anything, I want to know whatyouwant—and to give you it, whatever that might be.”