So he waited.

Patiently.

And then heaven rained down on him when Gannon began to move.

Neither of them said anything as Gannon began to fuck him, slowly at first, then faster. Gannon’s cock brushed sensitive nerve endings, caressing that spot that had Cam seeing stars. Over and over, Gannon’s lean body moved with him, forcing him to take every powerful inch, pounding away as sweat dripped down from his face onto Cam’s stomach.

“So beautiful,” Gannon huffed. “So fucking beautiful.”

Cam didn’t want it to ever end, he wanted to feel Gannon inside him forever, but he was quickly ascending to the point of no return, overcome with pleasure and a desperate need to come. He’d waited too long for this. Feeling Gannon inside him… It was better than he’d anticipated, better than he’d dreamed it would be.

Gannon gripped Cam’s cock firmly, stroking him as he scooted closer, his dick sliding in and out of Cam’s ass with every urgent jerk of his hips.

“Fuck, Cam. You feel so damn good. I don’t wanna stop.”

Cam closed his eyes, breathing hard, melting into the cushion. Delirious with pleasure as the thick head of Gannon’s dick stroked Cam’s prostate every so often, Cam tried to hold on. It wasn’t until he felt Gannon shift again that Cam opened his eyes.

Gannon toppled over, forcing Cam’s left leg across his body as he shifted positions, twisting Cam’s hips so that he was partially on his side. Gannon lay spooned behind him, holding him tight, still lodged deep in Cam’s ass, continuing to impale him, driving him higher, higher still. It was as though they were made to fit together. Cam couldn’t get enough. Gannon continued to stroke Cam’s cock while he buried himself deep, keeping a steady rhythm that coincided with the pounding of Cam’s heart.

He had no idea how long they went at it, but Cam was racing toward the breaking point when Gannon suddenly stopped rocking his hips. He turned Cam’s face back toward him, finding Cam’s mouth with his own, Gannon’s tongue delving inside in a kiss so hot it sucked the oxygen right out of his lungs.

“Turn over,” Gannon urged, rolling Cam beneath him, never dislodging from his ass.

When Cam was on his knees, Gannon’s arms came around him, his mouth on Cam’s back, teeth nipping his skin as Gannon began driving into him again, filling him with more pleasure than he’d ever thought existed.

A strong hand gripped Cam’s hip, jerking him back against the thick cock that tunneled in and out of his ass over and over. Then Gannon’s strong hand came to rest on Cam’s shoulder, keeping him firmly in place while he picked up his pace, slamming into him until the telltale tingle at the base of Cam’s spine ignited, warning he wasn’t going to last.

“Gannon,” he groaned. “Gonna come… Oh, fuck.”

“Come for me, baby. Come while I’m buried in your ass.”

Those few words, as well as the endearment he hadn’t expected, ignited the fuse, and as Gannon pounded away, driving deeper and deeper, harder, faster, Cam’s orgasm slammed into him, his cock jerking in his hand as he came in a rush.

In a flash, Cam was once again on his back, Gannon coming down over him, guiding himself inside his ass once more, their mouths melding, tongues lashing as Gannon rolled his hips forward, back.

“Can’t get enough,” Gannon said through clenched teeth. “Feels so good.”

Cam wrapped his arms around Gannon, holding him to him as Gannon continued to glide in and out of his body, their sweat-drenched skin sliding together. Cupping the back of Gannon’s head, Cam released his mouth, their heavy breaths colliding as Gannon didn’t hold back.

“Want you to come,” Cam urged, his hand sliding down to cradle the back of Gannon’s neck as he braced his knees against Gannon’s hips. “Need to feel your dick pulse in my ass.”

A few panting breaths escaped Gannon as the beautiful man stared down at him, his eyes closing briefly, pleasure distorting his near-perfect features.

“That’s it,” Cam said, rolling his hips back to give Gannon better access.

Gannon sat up, his hands pressed against the back of Cam’s thighs as he bent him over, his hips driving down, cock buried to the hilt.

“Come for me,” Cam whispered.

“Fuck, yes,” Gannon cried out, the muscles in his arms standing out in stark relief as his hips slammed into Cam one last time, his cock pulsing inside Cam’s ass. “Coming. Ahh! Fuck!”

Cam watched, enamored by the sight of Gannon in the throes of an orgasm. It was honestly the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And though he was exhausted, Cam couldn’t help but wonder when he’d get to see it again.

Because whenever that would be suddenly felt like a long damn time.

Gannon fought to fill his lungs with air as he flopped down beside Cam, wrapping him in his arms and holding him close. That had been the single most intense thing he’d ever experienced in his life. Being inside Cam, one with the man who’d filled his days with more happiness in the last three weeks had been better, and far more powerful, than he’d ever expected.

Hell, he hadn’t wanted it to end.

“You okay?” Gannon asked when he could finally speak a few minutes later.

“Good,” Cam murmured, shifting so that he could pull Gannon toward him.

Resting his head in the crook of Cam’s arm, he welcomed the security he felt there. For whatever reason, when he was with Cam, Gannon didn’t ever want to let him go. How he’d gotten to this point, he didn’t know, but he wouldn’t change a single thing about this moment, even if he could.

Long minutes passed as they lay on the cushion beneath the stars, his sweat-drenched body cooling in the breeze. Gannon trailed his finger over the bold script inked across Cam’s chest. Reckless. For some reason, that suited Cam. The man was certainly wild, untamed. And maybe that was what Gannon liked most about him, that sense of freedom. Anyone who knew him knew that Gannon was definitely not reckless. He was probably too cautious, too controlling, too buttoned up as Cam had once called him. But he didn’t feel that way when he was with Cam. He felt … free.

Once his breathing was normal again, Gannon shifted so that he was on his back, Cam’s muscled arm still beneath his head. “So, what made you want to get your dick pierced?”

He felt Cam shrug beneath him. “Don’t know. Seemed like the thing to do at the time.”

“Getting your dick pierced? Since I can’t imagine a needle coming anywhere near my dick, I would think you had to have given it some thought.”

Cam chuckled but didn’t say anything.

“How old were you?”

“Twenty-two.”

“How old were you when you got your first tattoo?” Gannon inquired.

“Eighteen.”

“What was it?”

Cam shifted, his hand sliding down to the tattoo that ran vertically up his side. Gannon moved, looked down to read it. This moment is all we have. He nodded, understanding. Cam lived in the moment, there was no doubt about that. He feared the future and ran from his past. And Gannon understood why.

“How many do you have?” he asked.

“At last count, it was something like thirty-five. At that point, I stopped counting.”

“And the other piercings?” Gannon found everything about Cam sexy, and he wanted to know the driving reason behind why the man did the things he did.

“What about them?”

“What made you want them?”

“I got my tongue pierced because I wondered what it would feel like.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Surprisingly, no,” Cam said with a chuckle. “Swelled up for about a week after, but no pain.”

“And your nipples?”

“That took a little more coaxing, and I probably wouldn’t have done it if Dare hadn’t dared me. Hurt like a motherfucker. But I got the pleasure of watching Dare squirm when they pierced his nipples, so it was worth it.”