by LaQuette
Elijah was a beautiful man. He was tall, solid, his muscles large and defined. But when Camden’s gaze traveled from the sharp angles of V-cut hips, to carved abdominal muscles, to beyond his expansive chest and strong shoulders, he realized something in retrospect that he hadn’t allowed himself to see before. It wasn’t that Elijah’s glorious body weakened Camden and made him feel helpless. Nor was it the soft welcome that Camden always saw in the depths of Elijah’s eyes that touched him most.
It had been there that first night. Camden had known no matter what, Elijah accepted him for who he was, a self-centered, often selfish individual who didn’t deserve the affections of an honest man like Elijah.
Elijah’s dark brown eyes radiated warmth, inviting Camden in from the cold mausoleum he’d existed in all these years. He wrapped his hand around Elijah’s waist and pulled him closer until there was no space between them.
Camden placed tiny kisses on the side of Elijah’s neck, just under his ear. He could feel a smile spreading across Elijah’s face as he continued to pepper the man’s neck and jaw with sweet pecks of his lips.
“What am I going to do with you, Cam?”
“Whatever you want to. I’m yours any way you’ll have me.”
Before Elijah could respond, Camden locked his fingers in Elijah’s hair and slammed his mouth against Elijah’s in an almost painful press of lips.
Elijah remained stiff in his arms, probably wondering why the crazy man holding him was attacking his mouth. It wasn’t until Elijah’s lips parted slightly, and Camden took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside Elijah’s heat, that the muscles in Elijah’s body began to relax as he pressed himself closer to Camden.
Elijah moaned, granting Camden the access he needed to deepen the kiss. If he was too chickenshit to tell Elijah how desperate he was to have a chance with him, to keep him near like a life-giving breath, he’d at least show him. He’d make sure every touch conveyed every word he was too afraid to speak.
Camden walked them back toward the daybed, hoping they’d make it, but happily settling for the carpeted floor when need outweighed common sense. If this ended up being as frantic as Camden surmised it would, they were both going to regret this decision to fuck on the floor like animals. But if the choice was being rational and walking to the bed like sane human beings, or feeling the delicious grind of Elijah’s stiff cock moving against his, Camden would deal with the rug burn tomorrow.
He wasted no time divesting Elijah and himself of their clothing, releasing a satisfied moan when flesh met flesh, searing Camden from the outside in.
He took a moment just to revel in the heat they generated as they rubbed against each other. It was hot, primal, full of so much need, Camden thought he might combust from the sparks of electricity sizzling through his body.
“Baby, please,” Elijah begged in short gasps, apparently breathing and speaking at the same time were a struggle at the moment. “Won’t last like this.”
Camden slowed his rhythm, letting one of his hands slide down the length of Elijah’s torso, loving the feel of smooth skin beneath his fingertips. He kept his movements slow, allowing his lips to touch the places where his hand had preceded his mouth.
The intricate pattern of the tattoo ink that covered Elijah’s left pectoral muscle mesmerized him, its long lines branching out to his shoulder and winding together as it circled his left arm. Camden stopped just above the pec, placing a gentle kiss over the strong thumping of Elijah’s heartbeat.
Its cadence was soothing to Camden. Not so long ago Camden had stood next to Elijah’s hospital bed, fearful that he’d never feel the vibrant, steady beat again.
He’d snuck into Elijah’s room every night under the pretense of official prosecutorial business, praying and willing Elijah’s heart to keep beating another day.
Elijah’s doctors might disagree, but Camden believed his daily ritual of standing by that bed, demanding that Elijah live for no other reason than Camden needed him to, had as much to do with Elijah’s recovery as the medical and surgical interventions provided by the healthcare team.
Tonight, it beat wildly in Elijah’s chest, the rhythm once again yielding to Camden’s need for Elijah to live, to thrive.
Camden’s mouth moved down to Elijah’s nipple, a satisfying moan escaping both their lips as soon as Camden’s tongue met the stiff peak. He closed his eyes and let himself delight in the needy sounds coming from Elijah beneath him.
Those sounds were raw, guttural, pleading with Camden for more. Elijah didn’t have to worry. Camden would give him everything he desired. How could he not when satisfying Elijah was all he craved?
He’d spent so much time telling himself that it was only a night, that it was meaningless. But he’d always known the truth. Somewhere deep down beneath all his bullshit, Camden’s soul had longed to reunite with Elijah’s.
He was here now, bonded with the man he’d ached for, needed like precious life-giving air. He was here, and he knew regardless of what the outside world held, he was never willingly giving Elijah up again.
Camden continued to pepper kisses down Elijah’s chest, licking down the hard, sculpted landscape of Elijah’s abdomen, until he reached beyond his navel and met the wet tip of his cock.
Cut, the domed cap straining with need. Camden licked his lips, his tongue eager for a taste. He’d been so needy the last time they were in this room, that he hadn’t taken the opportunity to worship Elijah’s cock with his mouth. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.
Camden swirled his tongue around the cap and eased his mouth slowly down Elijah’s considerable length. He moaned at the indecent stretch of his lips as he continued his descent.
He only made it halfway before his scalp prickled where Elijah’s strong fingers grasped his hair. When Elijah’s raspy “Please” filled the air, Camden wrapped his fingers around the wide base of Elijah’s cock, and continued his journey until his lips met his hand.
He worked his hand and his mouth in tandem to maximize Elijah’s pleasure, a tactic that was working as indicated by the frantic way Elijah thrust his hips forward every time Camden’s mouth sank lower, swallowing him.
Camden let two of his fingers slip inside his mouth. With Elijah’s girth, it was a tight fit, but the lube was too far away at the moment. If this would go beyond devouring Elijah’s cock, he’d eventually have to get up. But the taste of Elijah’s flesh on his tongue had Camden’s dick so hard, moving from his current position wasn’t something he could entertain.
The next time Elijah thrust upward, Camden let a single, slick finger slip slowly into Elijah’s ass. He took his time sliding in and out until Elijah choked out an impatient, “More.”
Determined to please him, Camden added another finger, scissoring and stretching Elijah. The resulting mewling sounds spilling into the air made Camden’s blood boil with desire.
Camden pulled Elijah from his mouth as he leveled his gaze upon his lover. The sight of him, locs free, creating a midnight halo around Elijah’s head, made the breath catch in Camden’s chest. His body was sculpted and beautiful, muscles tense with need. His legs were spread wide, welcoming Camden’s touch so deep inside him. There was nothing as magnificent as the picture of need this amazing man embodied.
I want to be the only one to make him need this way. Always.
The realization of the thoughts tumbling in his head made his movements come to a standstill. The loss of stimuli made Elijah slowly open his eyes.
“Cam?”
Camden shook his head, trying to break free of his thoughts, desperate to return to the moment. “Sssh,” he whispered. “I was just getting supplies.” He removed his fingers and leaned over Elijah, placing a quick peck on his lips, before getting up on his knees and leaning over to reach the nightstand they’d landed in front of.
Supplies in hand, he sheathed himself, coating his covered cock in lube, then doing the same to his fingers. He continued to stretch Elijah, making certain he was prepared f
or Camden. He was desperate to seat himself inside Elijah. But caring for him this way took precedence over his desire.
Camden restrained himself until Elijah grabbed his cock and stroked himself in tandem with Camden’s caresses. The sight of Elijah so lost in his pleasure, his muscles gripping Camden’s fingers with tight spasms, his bottom lip held hostage by his teeth as Elijah succumbed to the sensual rhythm of it all, made Camden’s cock throb with an almost painful ache.
He pulled his fingers free and fought to control his need to bottom out from his first stroke. Instead, he fed Elijah’s hole one unhurried inch of himself at a time and nearly collapsed from the necessary control the restraint demanded.
Camden tried to remain still and gather his strength. His resolve didn’t last long; as Elijah’s muscles squeezed his cock, he pulled back and pushed forward with no help from him.
“God, I’ve missed this.”
“Me too,” Elijah muttered, penetrating the heavy haze of Camden’s lust-drunk mind. In truth, he’d been so taken by the glorious sensation of Elijah’s ass strangling his fucking cock, he hadn’t realized he’d spoken those four words aloud until he heard Elijah’s response.
He leaned forward, deepening his stroke, changing his angle each time he plunged inside, seeking the tiny electric knot he knew would be Elijah’s undoing. He continued searching for the perfect angle when Elijah’s moans became louder, building from a quiet whimper to a pronounced outcry of pleasure.
Camden pulled out, motioning for Elijah to turn over. He complied quickly, dropping his shoulders to the floor, his hair spread across the floor in a wild heap, his ass tempting Camden as Elijah swayed his hips back and forth, beckoning Camden to return.
Camden leaned down, stopping to worship Elijah’s full, hanging sac, wondering how he could’ve ever been foolish enough to walk away from this. It wasn’t just the sex; it wasn’t just the beauty of the man beneath him. It was need. Since his first taste of this man, need crawled into his system, spread through his blood, and embedded itself in his DNA. His body craved Elijah like it did air, and depriving himself of him had damaged his heart, over time slowly killing off the parts that made it beat properly.
He seated himself again, one thrust to the hilt, and he was bottoming out again. The new position allowed him deeper penetration. Elijah whimpered beneath him, his fingers searching for purchase in the short fibers of the carpet as Camden plunged in and out of him. Camden loved facing his partner during sex. But the sight of Elijah coming undone on Camden’s cock while on all fours was breathtaking. Not to mention the pushback Elijah gave as he met each snap of Camden’s hips with an equal rock of his own had Camden glad he was already on his knees.
How could one man have so much power over Camden that even the breathless sounds he made while they rutted touched Camden in the deepest parts of him? There was only one answer.
He loved him.
Camden loved the man who welcomed him into the most intimate parts of his body. He loved the man who’d brought him to his home even though this was supposed to be just a job. He loved the man whose family had taken him in as one of their own simply because they thought Camden held Elijah’s heart.
In a long weekend, Camden experienced more love in the presence of the Stephensons than he had in a lifetime. And with his cock sliding in and out of Elijah’s body, Camden realized he never wanted to leave Elijah, his home, or the Stephensons.
Camden wanted it all. It didn’t matter he didn’t deserve it, that he hadn’t proven his worth to Elijah or the wonderful people back in the house who loved him. Camden wanted all of this to be his. No, he wanted it to be theirs.
Camden leaned down, covering Elijah’s back with his body, as if he were a human blanket.
He needed to be closer. His cock was buried inside Elijah, his balls pressed tightly against Elijah’s taint, but it still wasn’t deep enough for him. It still wasn’t enough of a connection. He needed more.
Camden swept Elijah’s locs away from his face, placing kisses anywhere his mouth could reach. And when Elijah turned his head enough so that their lips could meet in an awkward side kiss, messy, sloppy wet with tongues clashing, Camden thought he’d collapse from the satisfaction of being joined with Elijah in every way he knew how.
Elijah broke the kiss first. “Please,” he begged. “So close.”
Camden kissed Elijah’s face again, soothing him with each gentle peck, promising to give him everything he wanted. And Camden would. He’d give everything to Elijah, because from the first night they’d met, from the first time Elijah’s wide grin had spread across full lips, Camden had known Elijah should always be happy.
He’d fucked that up the first go ’round. But Camden would be damned if he’d mess this up again. No, now, he would get it right no matter what the cost to himself.
Camden lifted himself off Elijah’s back, reaching his arm around his waist, wrapping sure fingers around Elijah’s straining cock.
Each stroke of Camden’s hand matched the rhythm of each thrust of his hips. He bit his lip, trying to take the edge off his orgasm, determined that the trembling man beneath him would be satisfied first.
Camden switched his angle, feeling Elijah’s muscles tighten around him like an unforgiving vise. He held his breath, fighting the orgasm sparking at the base of his spine until Elijah’s cock pulsed in his hand. The first jet of cum coated Camden’s fingers in a thick, hot rope.
Camden continued to work Elijah until he was spent, his muscles so weak with satisfaction he stretched out completely on the floor, nearly unseating Camden as he slid into the prone position.
Camden braced his arms on the floor and gave in to the need burning through his body like liquid fire, consuming him from the inside. He snapped his hips, letting Elijah’s orgasm spark his own. His balls tightened, drawing up tight against his body just before his muscles seized, and his breath caught in his chest.
When the burn of release clawed through him, Camden shut his eyes, giving in to the blinding need to let go. His cock pulsed, and the heady rush of satisfaction pulled him under with each spurt inside the latex barrier covering his cock.
His muscles held him up just past the last pulse of his orgasm, and he landed gracelessly on top of Elijah. In his mind he told himself he should probably move. But when Elijah’s hand gripped the back of his thigh, Camden decided being sprawled across a willing partner was exactly what he needed in this moment.
Why mess with perfection?
Chapter Twenty-Three
CAMDEN turned over in the bed and winced at the tenderness in his ass. He’d thought he’d had the upper hand when he’d had Elijah spread on the floor, pummeling into the depths of his heat. He should’ve known it was only a temporary victory.
Elijah gifted him with a twenty-minute reprieve before he had Camden pinned to the mattress, screaming into the pillows, fearful and yet hopeful of the fact he was certain he was being split in two.
His body was tired, but he found just enough strength to curve his lips into a lazy smile as he joined gazes with Elijah.
“Hey,” Camden greeted him before leaning over to place a quick kiss on Elijah’s lips. “You think we could stay out here forever?”
Elijah wrapped a lazy arm around Camden’s waist and pulled him closer. “I’d love to, but if we miss my mama’s smothered pork chops, potato salad, and sweet potato pie, neither of us will have to worry about the Path, because Evelyn Stephenson will kill us.”
Camden rested his head on Elijah’s chest, chuckling softly at the idea of the barely five-foot woman doing them bodily harm. “How on earth do you stay as fit as you are and eat like that?”
“Did you not see the gym in my basement? With a cooking mama like mine, that’s a necessity, not a luxury.”
“You’re so lucky your mom takes care of you the way she does. That woman is a saint. I don’t care what you say, I couldn’t imagine her harming anyone.”
Camden’s head bounced a little when Elijah�
�s chest rumbled with laughter. “My hind parts would beg to differ.” Elijah snuggled closer to Camden. “The tenderness I feel from having you ride me into bliss is nothing compared to the switch she used to take to my ass when I was acting a damn fool.”
“I don’t believe that sweet woman ever hurt you. She loves you too much.”
“She does, but that didn’t stop her from reining me in when she needed to.”
Warmth spread through him as he watched an inviting smile tilt the corners of Elijah’s mouth upward. Whatever the differences in their childhoods, it was clear Elijah and his mother shared a loving connection that Camden both praised and envied at the same time.
Elijah slid a teasing hand down the curve of Camden’s ass, squeezing gently when he reached the meaty swell. “We’ve been ghost most of the day. We should at least go ask her if she needs some help. Especially since that tired-ass brother of mine won’t offer any.”
Elijah squeezed Camden’s asscheek again, planting a loud smack of a kiss across his lips before sitting up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, and heading off to the bathroom.
Camden remained in the bed, intending to get a few more moments of rest before he had to return to the outside world. He’d just found a comfortable position where the mattress was still warm from Elijah’s heat when he heard the shower running. The thought of Elijah’s satin skin covered in water made his cock twitch. His lips spread wide across his face as he sat up and looked at the closed bathroom door.
“No sense in wasting water with two showers.”
He laughed to himself at the ridiculous idea of water conservation being his goal. Camden knew there was only one reason he would slide into the shower with Elijah: whenever Elijah was naked, Camden wanted to be there. It was as simple and hedonistic as that, and Camden had not one bit of shame about it.