I went to take a step back and Cameron turned around so he was facing me, eyes bright and cheeks flushed, and before I could say a word he’d pushed up onto his tiptoes, cupped my face, and pulled me in for a kiss.
I got lost in the taste and feel of his lips on mine, one hand cupping the back of his neck as I kissed him back forcefully, my tongue darting into his mouth and chasing more contact. Iwantedhim, and I ran my hands down his spine, splaying my palms over his ass and dragging him close. He moaned against my mouth before he broke the kiss. Then he stared up at me, his eyes wide, and said, “How about we forget the decorating and you fuck me instead?”
“I—yes.” The words left me in a breathless rush.
Cameron grinned, tangled his fingers in mine, and led me toward the bedroom.
Chapter 11
CAMERON
Iwasn’t normally someone who took the lead in the bedroom—except when it came to Finn Kelly, apparently.
But the flex of his forearms as he’d worked the fondant, the heat of his body where he’d surrounded me, and the faint traces of sweat and bodywash as he’d leaned in close had been nothing short of intoxicating. So when he’d thrust his half-hard dick against me, the lust that had been simmering under my skin had surged to the surface, and the next thing I knew I’d been kissing him and he’d been kissing me back.
For the record, Finn Kelly was a phenomenal kisser.
It was probably why when we reached the bedroom, I couldn’t stop myself from crowding him against the closed door, one hand tangled in his hair, and kissing him some more. His mouth opened and his tongue teased against mine as my eyes slipped closed and I sank into the moment.
They snapped open again when Finn slid one hand under my layers of clothing and over the bare skin of my torso, his fingertips ghosting over one nipple and sending a bolt of pleasure straight to my dick. I arched into his touch and felt his mouth curve into a smile as he rubbed at the nub again,more firmly this time. I let out a high-pitched whine as the skin tightened into a solid peak.
Finn broke the kiss, but only so he could flip us around so I was the one against the door. He pressed his lips to the side of my neck, and the scrape of stubble against skin had my knees going weak. I dragged in a shaky breath at the overload of sensation and tilted my head back so he could do it again.
I guessed I wasn’t in charge anymore.
But I didn’t care—not when Finn taking me apart, one touch at a time, felt so fuckinggood. While he mouthed at the soft skin of my throat, I reached between us and fumbled my jeans undone and shoved them down over my hips along with my underwear, impatient to feel his hands on me. My cock slapped against my stomach, hard and leaking, and when Finn figured out what I was doing he stopped kissing my neck, gave me a filthy grin, and shrugged out of his own shirt and jeans. I hurried to peel the rest of my clothes off so we were both naked. Then he took hold of my shoulders and steered me back toward the bed. My knees hit the mattress and I half sat, half collapsed backward. Finn clambered onto the bed as well, sprawling on top of me and taking my mouth in another greedy kiss that stole my breath and had my heart racing.
My hands traveled over the muscled planes of Finn’s back, mapping the skin and tracing a line along his spine. He flashed me a mischievous smile, then lowered his head and sucked at one nipple before teasing it lightly with his teeth, making my back arch and dragging tiny, needy sounds out of me. My cock pulsed, hot and hard, and he did it again, holding an arm across my stomach to stop my hips from bucking up.
When he moved back up my body and started nibbling my collarbone, his erection pressed into the crease of my thigh. I reached down and teased at the head with one fingertip. He let out a shiver that I was pretty sure had nothing to do with the coldand rocked against my thigh, leaving damp smears of precum. The sensation of Finn’s body pressing mine into the mattress as he moved was overwhelming in the best way, and I wanted more of that—of Finn holding me down—so I slid my hand farther down his back and gripped his ass.
He gave a pained hiss and I froze. “Finn?”
He leaned back so he was sitting straddling my thighs. “Just the bruises from where I hit the ice. It’s fine.”
I stole a glance at his face to make sure he wasn’t in real pain and lying to make me feel better. He wasn’t. His mouth was puffy from where we’d kissed, his eyes were dark, and his expression was one of raw, unbridled hunger—and it was directed atme.
The sight of him like that had heat coursing through my veins, and my cock throbbed again as I was hit with a sudden, urgent need to feel him inside me.
Something in my face must have shown what I was thinking because Finn let out a low sound that was almost a growl and put his mouth against my ear, breath hot as he rasped out, “Tell me how you want this.”
My chest heaved and my heart thundered against my ribs. I wanted him to put me on my hands and knees and fuck me from behind until I forgot my own name, but I could only gasp out, “I—behind. Hard.”
Finn’s eyes lit up. In one fluid motion, he moved from on top of me, rolled me over, and positioned me with my ass in the air, one cheek pressed against the quilt and my back arched high, like he knew exactly what I needed.
A dry finger brushed over my rim, making me clench in anticipation, and there was the sound of the bedside drawer opening before Finn made a pleased sound and I knew he’d found the lube and condoms I kept stashed there. The finger was back a second later, slick this time, and I let out a low groanas Finn eased it inside me. He worked the finger in my ass in a steady rhythm until my rim was loose and open, then added a second finger, sinking them both deep. The stretch had me panting into the covers, both too much and not enough at the same time, and when he nailed my prostate, my body lit up like a pinball machine and I let out a shout. Finn’s fingers pistoned in and out of my ass, hitting his target until I was shaking so much that my knees literally gave out and I fell face-first onto the bed, lying sprawled flat with my cock trapped against the mattress.
Finn pulled his hand away, leaving me open and aching, and a second later there was the crinkle of foil and the familiar snap of a condom. Firm hands at my hips pulled me back up onto my knees, and the head of Finn’s cock nudged my hole as he pressed steadily forward.
I tensed when that first inch entered me, and Finn went still, his breathing ragged. Then my body remembered that I knew how to do this and I relaxed, and when Finn thrust forward again, he sank all the way inside. I drew shallow, panting breaths as I took a second to adjust to being so thoroughly filled. I was beyond words, so I let out a needy whimper that I hoped Finn would interpret as permission to move.
He did. And just like I’d asked, Finn didn’t hold back. He proceeded to fuck me in long, steady strokes, making a soft grunt whenever he bottomed out. He managed to hit my sweet spot every time, slamming into me with a force and precision that had me desperate to come, my cock aching with need. And because he was absolutely fucking perfect, Finn draped himself along my back, reached around, and took a firm hold of my dick, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
He fucked me hard and fast, exactly how I needed, and my entire existence narrowed down to the sensation of a hand on my dick, a thick cock in my ass, and those primal noises Finn was making. It took barely any time before I found myselfclutching at the sheets and letting out a sharp cry as my orgasm hit. I spurted all over Finn’s hand, my cock pulsing as my heart beat almost out of my chest. He stroked me through it, milking my dick until I had nothing left to give and my limbs had turned to jelly.
I collapsed forward and this time Finn followed me down. He slammed his dick into me once more, the hand on my hip tight enough to bruise, then shuddered and stilled. His breath was warm on the back of my neck, and his skin was damp with sweat where he was plastered against me.
I melted into the mattress, my head spinning, and tried to catch my breath. We both lay there, a messy tangle of limbs, and eventually Finn pulled slowly out and fumbled with the condom, dumping it on the floor before he collapsed next to me on the bed. He exhaled long and slow and threw one arm over his head. “Holy shit. That was…” He trailed off, and even in my fucked-out state, I detected the thread of uncertainty there.
