Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 140580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
And wanted him, just like this.
The realization gave him courage. Alric didn’t question it, didn’t let doubts rob him of this moment. He stood and stripped off his shirt in one go, throwing it to the side. “Come here.”
“That’s the spirit!” Cameron cheered, a victorious fist punching the air. He bounced right into Alric’s arms, throwing both of his around Alric’s shoulders. Alric latched onto his waist and kissed him urgently, needing to taste him after that strip show. Cameron smiled a little as he kissed him, hands sweeping down Alric’s back in a warm caress. His touch didn’t falter, didn’t show any difference between damaged skin and good. Alric felt tears prick at his eyes as he realized all over again that Cameron truly did not care. All he wanted was Alric.
And Alric was perfectly alright with Cameron having all of him.
Those very capable hands dipped down, tracing and shaping Alric’s ass. Cameron’s mouth trailed down his jaw and neck, nipping at the skin lightly. “Yes or no?”
Many lovers had held the opinion that because Alric was so dominant in personality he wouldn’t care to be taken. It was an erroneous assumption. “I like it either way. Giving and taking is pleasurable to me. You’re welcome to take me tonight.”
Cameron’s smile turned a little more wicked, definitely hungrier. “Please and thank you.” Cameron took him by the hand, leading him toward the bed.
Alric followed, and for the first time in memory, he wasn’t nervous about following a lover to bed. He wasn’t shy under Cameron’s eyes or felt the need to arrange them so that Cameron couldn’t readily see his chest. If anything, Cameron’s greedy gaze left him feeling powerful and desired.
His lover crawled to the center of the bed and sat on his knees, hand extended toward Alric. With his own grin, Alric shoved down his pants and socks, stepping away from the pile and leaving himself open to Cameron’s perusal.
“Yes. All of that,” Cameron said huskily, waving his hand toward Alric’s entire body. “I want all of that now.”
They came together in a tangle of limbs and laughter, their hands exploring each other and finding sensitive spots. Skin rubbed against skin, lighting a hundred little fires across Alric’s body. Nothing had ever felt so perfect to him. Every touch, every gasp and laugh added a new bubble of joy to his blood.
Unable to comfortably lean on his left side, Alric sat up instead, straddling Cameron’s thighs. He wrapped the fingers of his right hand around Cameron’s straining cock and slowly stroked him. Cameron lay back, hands over his head while fingers dug deep into the pillow. Cameron watched him through slitted eyes, his damp lips parted on a broken gasp of pleasure. Tension seemed to hum through his lithe body, pulling muscles taut to the point of trembling.
“That’s good,” he said thickly. “So good. Come here so I can reach you better.”
Good? Oh, Alric wanted so much more than simply good. He wanted to drive his sexy little mage insane. He wanted him writhing, shouting, and maybe even a little begging. He scooted back and bent down, pressing a series of open-mouthed kisses along the inside of his pelvic bone. Cameron’s cock nudged his cheek, and a soft moan left his lover when Alric turned his head and nuzzled his thick length with the tip of his nose. The scent of Cameron’s citrus bodywash and personal musk danced around him. Nothing had ever been so intoxicating.
He continued down, kissing and licking the little divot where his thigh met his torso. Cameron whimpered and one hand reached down from the pillow to thread through his hair. His lover didn’t pull him in the direction he wanted, but there was a slight tightening, some impatience in that tug. There was no question what his Cameron wanted.
His dragon urged the same thing. It growled in Alric’s brain, demanding to lick and taste every inch of the morsel spread before him in his bed. Yes, all of Cameron needed to be savored.
Turning his head, Alric licked a slow stripe up Cameron’s cock with the flat of his tongue. He paused, swirling his tongue around the tip, before swallowing him down. Dear god, how long had it been since he’d done this? Even in his foggiest of memories, it had never been like this. The sound of Cameron’s panting, the weight of his perfect dick on his tongue. Hollowing his cheeks, he sucked him slowly, relishing the taste and feel of his satiny skin on his tongue.
Cameron was panting and humming, his skin beautifully flushed, but it wasn’t enough. Drawing ever so slightly on dragon fire, he heated his breath up so that it was just a few degrees warmer than the average human’s. He let Cameron’s cock slide from his mouth, and he blew a steady stream from root to tip. The warm air across wet flesh became the most decadent caress, but also a wicked tease since it came without all the usual friction and pressure.