“Fuck no. Never.”

Cam resumed feasting on him, teasing him but not touching his thick cock, currently standing eager and proud. When Gannon reached for Cam’s head, he pushed his hand away.

“No touching,” Cam warned. “Put your hands behind your head.”

The annoyed glare that Gannon shot him made Cam grin, but he continued to torture him, watching the way Gannon’s dark eyes turned nearly black with arousal.

Needless to say, dinner was going to have to wait.

At least until Cam had dessert first.

Gannon wasn’t sure how he was going to make it through this unscathed.

Honestly, he hadn’t been thinking about sex on the drive over. Not entirely, anyway. He’d really come to have dinner with Cam, spend a couple of hours with him.

But like he’d told Cam, he definitely wasn’t complaining.

Cam hadn’t done anything more than use that wicked tongue and those delicious lips, and Gannon was ready to explode. When Cam ordered him to put his hands behind his head, somehow he managed to obey. Watching Cam as he explored, his damp hair—obviously from his shower—tickling the insides of Gannon’s thighs … it made him want to beg and plead for Cam to put him out of his misery.

Yet he kept his mouth closed, save for the few grunts and groans that drifted up from his chest, rumbling out of him as his blood heated from the sinful seduction. He couldn’t look away, mesmerized by the promise in Cam’s blue eyes, the insistence of his tongue.

And here he’d thought they’d have dinner together and then…

“Fuck,” Gannon cried out when Cam’s tongue lightly grazed Gannon’s dick as he moved upward. He was barely hanging on, and that slight caress… It was almost more than he could take.

Much to his dismay, Cam didn’t linger, didn’t take Gannon’s aching cock into his mouth. As he worked his way upward, licking across the sensitive skin beneath his navel, Gannon sucked in a breath, willing Cam back down.

It didn’t do any good, because Cam continued to kiss his stomach, making his abs flex from the soft press of his lips. As he moved higher, Gannon was tempted to move his hands, but he clutched his own hair instead, forcing himself to endure the sensual torment.

“Mmm.” The vibration from Cam’s mouth against Gannon’s nipple had his dick jumping, pressing demandingly between their bodies.

Gannon forced his eyes to remain open, watching as Cam flicked his tongue over his nipple, using his teeth to provoke the small brown disc until it hardened against Cam’s lips. He quickly learned that the torture wasn’t over. Cam moved to Gannon’s other nipple, then moved higher, nipping Gannon’s skin along the way, never stopping, even as he worked his way past Gannon’s armpit to the sensitive skin on the underside of Gannon’s arms.

The persistent nudge of Cam’s cock—still clothed behind his shorts—against his own had him gritting his teeth, desperate for more. Only Gannon didn’t know what he wanted. Not exactly, at least. He was torn. He wanted Cam naked, so he could feel him skin to skin, but he didn’t want Cam to stop doing what he was doing. He wanted to return the favor, to explore every inch of Cam with his tongue, but he didn’t want Cam to stop. He wanted to wrap his lips around Cam’s thick erection, sucking him into his mouth, but he wanted Cam to wrap those sweet, soft lips around the head of his cock and tease him with his tongue. He wanted to bend Cam over, slide his aching dick into the heated recesses of Cam’s body, but he wanted Cam to fold him in half and impale him, fucking him until only one syllable existed in Gannon’s vocabulary: Cam.

“Too many clothes,” Gannon muttered.

Cam lifted his head and smiled. “I can fix that.”

As he lay there, body humming, Gannon watched Cam undress. His shirt coming off first, then his shorts. No underwear. Huh.

Gannon liked that. A lot.

Before he could say anything, Cam resumed his position above him, the sweet torment returning.

Gannon was coming undone, probably what Cam had wanted when he’d started this a short time ago. But now, as he lay there on the couch, enduring the exquisite torment, there was nothing more that he could do except enjoy it and pray that Cam didn’t stop.

When Cam’s lips brushed his, Gannon sucked Cam’s bottom lip into his mouth, drawing a hiss from Cam. Cam’s hips rocked, his cock sliding against Gannon’s, and he thought for a moment that he would come just like that.

“Cam,” Gannon sputtered in warning.

“Mmm. Close?” Cam questioned, sucking the sensitive skin of Gannon’s neck.

“Need more,” he urged.

“You wanna feel me inside you?”

Gannon nodded.

“Tell me,” Cam ordered, propping himself up on his elbows and staring down at Gannon. “Tell me you wanna feel me buried deep inside you.”

“God, yes.”

“Say it.”

“Fuck me, Cam,” he pleaded. “Wanna feel you.”

“Skin to skin?”

Gannon locked his eyes with Cam’s, understanding just what he was saying. A wave of heat so powerful, so overwhelming tore through him, making him tremble. The thought of Cam bare … inside him. It was something he’d thought about, sure, but hadn’t expected. Not yet, anyway.

Again, not complaining.

Cam must’ve thought he was hesitating, because he said, “Trust me?”

There was so much hope in those liquid blue depths Gannon’s heart shuddered in his chest. Condoms had always been a requirement for Gannon—giving or receiving. He’d never been in a relationship that had made it far enough to consider not using one.

But with Cam…

“I’m clean,” Gannon blurted, as though he’d been the one to make the suggestion.

“Me, too,” Cam whispered, pressing his lips to Gannon’s briefly. “This’ll be my first time without one.”

Gannon nodded, his mind reeling. “Me, too. I’ve never… Not without one.”

“You sure you’re okay with this?”

Gannon liked that they were having this conversation. Oddly it wasn’t weird. And they were obviously on the same page here.

The mere notion of being Cam’s first … anything… It caused an even stronger tremor to work its way through his body. “Yes.”

“Bed,” Cam barked. “Need more room.”

Before Gannon could process the words, Cam was on his feet, pulling Gannon up with him. They fumbled their way over to the big bed, hands gliding over warm skin, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue. Gannon didn’t even flinch when he fell onto the bed, dragging Cam down with him, wrapping his legs around Cam’s lean hips, trying to bring him closer.

Cam didn’t remain where Gannon wanted him for long, sliding back down Gannon’s body, his lips lightly brushing over his dick again, a tortured cry erupting from him as the sensitive head throbbed.

Strong hands eased beneath Gannon’s thighs, and he found himself folded over, Cam’s dark head bent between his legs.

“Ahh … fuck … Cam.” Gannon was blinded by pleasure when Cam’s tongue slid against the sensitive tissue, gently probing Gannon’s asshole.

This time, Gannon did reach down, twining his fingers in Cam’s silky hair, holding him to him as Cam rimmed him roughly. Gannon rocked his hips, trying to increase the friction, wanting to feel Cam’s tongue inside him, fucking him.

“More,” Gannon pleaded.

“Hold that thought,” Cam said, pulling away from Gannon.

Lying there, his heart in his throat, body ablaze, Gannon watched as Cam retrieved lube from the nightstand drawer. He never looked away as Cam squeezed a generous amount into his hand, then stroked his cock, leaving the thick shaft glistening.

Cam probed Gannon’s ass with a finger, slowly, gently. Another finger joined the first, and Gannon forced himself to relax.

“Hurt?”

Gannon shook his head, sighing when Cam twisted his fingers, stroking Gannon’s prostate. “Ah, fuck,” he groaned, the pleasure intensifying.