Cam was almost positive it was possible to come from the sound of Gannon’s voice alone. The deep, rough baritone mixed with the dirty talk… Cam fucking loved it.

Gannon groaned long and loud, pounding Cam’s ass harder. The sensation was incredible, Gannon’s dick tunneling in and out of him, overwhelming him with pleasure.

Without warning, Gannon moved, roughly forcing Cam onto his back, flipping him, then slamming his dick back in as though he couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck,” Cam cried out, his back arching, head digging into the pillow as Gannon’s dick surged deep and hard.

Lifting his legs, Cam held his knees close to his chest, changing the angle once again. Gannon took advantage of the position, shifting to his feet so that he was crouching over Cam, driving his cock straight down into Cam, thrusting deeper, harder, faster.

The man was insatiable—not to mention incredibly flexible—and Cam reveled in watching him.

“Stroke your dick,” Gannon ordered. “Wanna watch you come.”

He wrapped one hand around his dick, grazing the shaft, but it was too dry. Rather than spit in his hand as he normally would, Cam fumbled around, feeling for the bottle of lube he knew Gannon had tossed on the bed. Once he gripped it, he squeezed a generous amount into his open palm, then wrapped his hand around his dick, jerking roughly, fingering the metal piercings, adding that touch of pain he craved. All while keeping his eyes locked on Gannon, who was still impaling him from above. Gannon lowered to one knee, thrusting into him as he held Cam’s legs wide.

He was watching Cam jerk off, and the sight of it was so fucking hot Cam knew he wasn’t going to last.

“Fuck me,” Cam groaned. “Goddamn, it feels good.” The powerful thrusts of Gannon’s hips rocked his entire body, but he didn’t care. “Gonna come, Gan… Fuck, gonna … make … me … come.”

Gannon’s roar split the air, and Cam’s dick twitched and pulsed, shooting over his chest and stomach while Gannon grunted his release. For a split second, he was light-headed, and he wondered if it was possible to black out from an orgasm.

Perhaps, if it was, he might one day find out. Especially if Gannon continued to fuck him like that.

“What time is it?” Cam asked when Gannon’s heart rate finally resumed a normal beat. Hell, there for a minute, he’d thought he was having a heart attack.

“Six thirty,” Gannon told him, rolling off the bed and getting to his feet. He went straight for the bathroom, tossing the condom into the trash can and turning on the shower.

A few minutes later, while he was soaping up his body, he heard the sound of the glass door open and knew Cam had decided to join him.

“I used your toothbrush,” Cam said, stalking Gannon as he filled the oversized shower stall with his presence.

“Did you?” Gannon smirked, backing up as Cam moved closer.

“I did.”

Cam stopped when there was nowhere for Gannon to go, but before Gannon could reach for him, Cam had their fingers linked and Gannon’s hands flattened against the wall on each side of his head. He had a split second to inhale before Cam’s mouth slammed down on his, bruising his lips with the sheer force. And though he’d just come harder than he’d ever come in his life, Gannon’s dick twitched to life.

“Mmm,” Cam groaned against his mouth, lifting Gannon’s arms above his head, then gripping Gannon’s wrists with one big hand. “Have I mentioned how much I like when you’re aggressive?”

Gannon didn’t respond, sliding his body against Cam’s, feeling the metal bars in Cam’s nipples against his chest.

Cam pulled back and stared at Gannon. “But you know it won’t always be like that, don’t you?”

Gannon wanted to argue, but words escaped him when Cam gripped the back of Gannon’s knee and lifted it, holding his leg close to his hip. Gannon felt Cam’s rough hand slide down the back of his thigh.

“Aw, fuck,” Gannon cried out when Cam’s fingers kneaded his balls from underneath. But when Cam’s wet finger found his asshole, Gannon nearly came undone.

“I look forward to burying my dick in your ass,” Cam said, his lips closer to Gannon’s.

Gannon could see Cam’s eyes as they trailed over his face, likely watching to see Gannon’s reaction. He couldn’t hide it, not even if he’d wanted to. He’d imagined what it would feel like to take Cam’s dick, to feel those piercings inside him.

Cam’s finger slid in deeper, gently thrusting into him, making him ache for more.

“Do you have a problem with that?” Cam whispered.

“No.” Gannon didn’t have a problem with that. Though he didn’t usually bottom, at the mere thought of Cam taking him, claiming him, he felt more blood rush to the head of his dick. “No problem.”

“Good.” Cam’s lips brushed his once again. “Because that seat over there…” Cam nudged his chin toward the tiled bench seat in the shower. “One of these days I’m gonna sit there while you ride my dick.”

“Fuck.” Gannon’s dick jerked as Cam inserted two fingers into his ass.

The sound of the water and the rapid thump of his heart beating against his chest were the only things Gannon heard as Cam continued to finger fuck his asshole. He didn’t think he could come again, but if Cam kept doing that…

But before he could reach the pinnacle, Cam stopped, his fingers sliding out of him and leaving him feeling empty.

He opened his eyes to see Cam smiling.

Gannon fought to get his bearings as he allowed the tiled wall to keep him upright, his gaze following Cam’s hands as they moved over his thickly muscled chest, then lower. He knew Cam wasn’t doing anything more than washing up, but the sight of all those tattoos and piercings, the bronzed skin over thick, rippling muscle… Fuck. Gannon could’ve watched him all day long.

“When will I see you again?” Cam asked after he’d washed his entire body and shampooed his hair, stepping beneath the spray to rinse off.

“Soon,” Gannon told him. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to stay away at this point, though he kept that to himself.

“Good.” Cam smirked, leaning in and kissing Gannon on the mouth. “And when I do, I’ll finish you off.” Cam glanced down at Gannon’s erection. “So keep that in mind.”

Gannon laughed. He wanted to ask Cam to finish him off now, but he didn’t.

Cam smiled. “I’ve gotta get back to the marina.”

Gannon locked his gaze with Cam’s, willing him to see how much he wanted him, how he fully intended to pursue this. He could tell that Cam was trying to distance himself at the moment, and maybe that was a defense mechanism; he couldn’t be sure.

When Cam’s mouth brushed his once more, Gannon gripped the back of Cam’s neck, holding him so Gannon could explore his mouth, teasing, tasting, trying to get his fill so that he could last the day without being with this man. Cam’s hands gripped Gannon’s hips, and they felt so good on his naked skin he fought back a groan.

“Call me later,” Cam said when he broke the kiss.

Gannon nodded, still watching Cam’s face closely.

A smile formed and Gannon felt a flood of relief fill him.

“I’ll let myself out,” Cam said, moving toward the shower door. “Thanks for dinner last night.”

Gannon smiled. “Any time.”

Something flitted across Cam’s face, an emotion Gannon didn’t recognize. “I may just take you up on that.”

And with that, Cam stepped out, leaving Gannon alone with his thoughts and his now aching dick.

Twenty-Five

Cam made it back to the marina before anyone else showed up, which was surprising considering it was after eight when he stepped into the office. He started a pot of coffee, skimmed the appointment book, and prepared himself for the ass chewing he would likely receive from Roan once he came down. There was no way his buddy hadn’t noticed that Cam’s truck hadn’t been in the parking lot last night, which meant he was going to hear about it this morning.