Page 27 of The Humbug Holiday

“Is that so?” His eyes took on a stormy, intense hue as he leaned forward and set his hand on my thigh.

There was nothing overtly sexual in the maneuver, but there didn’t need to be. We’d been skirting around a near-constant buzz of desire from the moment he’d stepped onto the porch looking like a bear emerging from his cave. A hot bear, though kind of rumpled and wild-eyed. And I’d been fighting a peculiar urge to caress his cheek and ask if he’d slept at all over the past three days. Somehow, I’d kept my mouth shut and my hands to myself.

It wasn’t my style to fawn over a lover. Cameron didn’t need that anyway. He was older and wiser and—well, I assumed he was wiser. Truthfully, his intensity had a haunted quality that hinted at secrets. He pulled off the charming artist for short stints, but I wondered about the man behind that suave mask. The one who’d flinched as if in pain before suggesting we grab something to eat.

If I were a betting man, I’d say he didn’t hate Christmas…he was afraid of it. He was hiding from something in this tiny town in the middle of nowhere Vermont, snooping in other people’s lives and hoping inspiration kept darkness at bay.

Christ, we made quite a pair. Two grown-ass men licking old wounds we did our best to ignore.

I’d heard once that lost souls gravitated to each other. That made perfect sense to me. It explained this yearning.

I hadn’t wanted to know anyone like this in a very long time. I hadn’t been willing to show scars or share my defeats. I figured they were visible anyway, so why talk about them? Yet here I was…spilling secrets over a bowl of chili.

And right now, I wanted a piece of him. His thoughts, his hopes…his body.

Yeah, I really fucking wanted his body.

I set my hand over his and moved it up my thigh to my crotch. Cameron growled, low and needy, as he scooted his chair closer and squeezed my package. I lifted my hips into his touch and licked my lips. He leaned in, brushing his lips along my jawline and ghosting them over my mouth while rubbing me like a genie in a bottle till my cock was rock hard behind my zipper.

When I couldn’t take the pressure for another second, I cupped his neck and drew him to me, crashing my mouth to his.

We made out in a frenzy, sucking at tongues as if we were battling for dominance. The frenetic push and pull was its own kind of aphrodisiac. Each lick and stroke fed a fire that consumed both of us. Suddenly, it was very fucking hot in that kitchen, and I desperately needed to lose every stitch of clothing on my body.

I broke the kiss with a gasp and tugged at his shirt. “Take it off. I need to feel you.”

Cameron stood as he unbuttoned his shirt. “Upstairs. Come on.”

We stumbled through the house, bouncing off walls as we undressed along the way. I could navigate as far as the stairs, but I let him take over from there. He grasped my hand and led me through a wide corridor adorned with peeling, faded wallpaper. There had to be five possible doors leading to his room. He threw open the last door on the right and turned on the overhead light, unbuckling my belt as he tongue-fucked my mouth.

I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to properly gauge my surroundings, but I could tell the room was large with high ceilings and a huge picture window covered with silky curtains. I spotted a desk covered with open books as I fell onto the massive king-sized bed. I kicked off my boots and wriggled out of my jeans. I was about to strip out of my boxer briefs, but the sight of Cameron kicking his sweats and briefs aside made my mouth water.

He gripped his gorgeous cock as he hiked one knee onto the bed and climbed over me. He pressed languid kisses along the column of my neck as he captured my wrists and secured them to the mattress. Sure, I could have bucked him off and taken control in a heartbeat, but he was so damn good at this. I loved the feel of his warm skin and the weight of his hips pinning me in place. I opened up for him in every way I could. I parted my lips and my legs, groaning into his mouth when he adjusted his boner to glide alongside mine.

The friction was heaven. We humped and grinded, sucking on tongues in a heated embrace as we rolled all over that huge bed. Cameron released me just before I toppled over the edge. I took the break in the action to lose my socks and boxer briefs. Then I propped a pillow against the plain wood headboard and jacked my drooling cock, smearing precum over the tip as Cameron searched for supplies in the bedside table. He tossed a condom and a small bottle of lube next to me and dove belly first onto the mattress, between my thighs.

I chuckled at his playful sneak attack but groaned when he licked the smooth skin under my balls. “That’s good. That’s so—oh, fuck.”

Cameron flicked my balls with the tip of his tongue and rubbed his scruffy beard along my thigh. I was fairly certain this was a precursor to sucking dick…and I was all for that, but apparently, he had other things in mind.

He flattened his tongue and spread my cheeks wide, pushing my hips upward to give him better access, then licked my puckered hole. I let out a weird whimpering noise and reached out to run my fingers through his hair as he worked wicked magic, laving and poking at my hole while I chanted incoherent praise. I was ready for his dick and begging was fast becoming an option, but I didn’t want to let this go either. I hadn’t been with a lover who was this good at rimming in ages.

I liked his fingers too. He kissed the inside of my thigh as he slid a single digit along my crease. I think that was when I begged for him to fucking do it already.

“Do what? Suck you?” Cameron licked my cock from base to tip and swallowed my length. “Or do you want my fingers? Like this?”

He slipped one finger in and a second, twisting his wrist and hitting my prostate at each pass.

“Mm. Yeah. Fuck, yeah.” I leaned on my elbows and watched the show. He was like liquid fire, everywhere at once…sucking me as he stretched me open. I wiped sweat from my upper lip and pushed his forehead when the pressure and pleasure teetered me too close to the finish line.

He chuckled. “No more?”

“I want it all. Fuck me, Cam.”

I didn’t have to ask twice.

Cameron suited up and lubed up like a man on a mission, guided his cock to my hole, and pushed. He inched his way inside and met my gaze when he was fully seated. It was the most vulnerable I’d felt with anyone in…well, years. Fuck, maybe ever.

Honestly, missionary was by far my least favorite position. I wasn’t a romantic dude, and the thought of staring into someone’s eyes while getting my prostate probed gave me the heebie-jeebies. It was the same with women, so I supposed it went beyond my personal pleasure receptors and teetered into the expectation zone.