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He arched against Henry and trembled at the rub of their cocks between their bellies.
At his ear, “You feel perfect, Cameron.”
Cameron’s heart pounded. Henry felt perfect against him, too. He could live here.
A firm hand cupped his ass and squeezed, then trailed over his hip between them.
Henry’s hot length pressed against his. Slightly cool fingers wrapped around both of them. Cameron gasped, and Henry gently pulled their foreskins up and down, stroking.
Cameron’s roaming hands slackened on Henry’s back. His neck curved as he wrestled with the intensity. God.
That always-teasing mouth found his throat and sucked.
The ceiling tiles blurred. The room glowed, a warm cocoon enveloping them. The heat between them multiplied with every stroke.
“This is . . . I like this,” Cameron burbled.
Cameron jerked at Henry’s hummed vibrations. “How much do you like it?”
“Like watching glittering stars on a clear, warm night until you feel like you’re a part of the sky.”
Henry’s eyes grew darker than they’d ever been, but still, a hint of a twinkle remained.
“The prince didn’t hesitate; the moment their clothes were shed, he had his rescuer locked between his thighs. He wanted to take Cameron to the stars.”
Cameron swallowed. Nodded.
Tender kisses trailed over his chest, down his treasure trail.
Henry gripped his cock and lowered his head. He took Cameron in his, hot, wet mouth. Lips suctioned and shifted over his sensitive tip. His tongue glided down his shaft until the head bounced against Henry’s tight throat. His mouth was exquisite torture.
Henry’s cock rubbed wetly against him. Desire possessed his face as he sucked him in and out, deeper and deeper, until Henry was gagging.
Cameron’s hips bucked. Groaning, he resisted snapping into that heat. Could he give in to all his inhibitions?
He felt the arousal in the balls of his feet, his flexing thighs, his knuckles as they fisted the blankets. Gravity played chase up and down his chest and lower belly. His cock was swelling in that perfect suction.
Fingers dug into his buttocks, palms rolled his cheeks, and the slick, messy sounds of Henry working him made his ears throb. His balls bounced at Henry’s prickly chin.
He’d always imagined this moment, but he never imagined this intimacy, this vulnerability, this addictiveness.
“Ohh, I’m . . .” His head rolled back as he thrust into Henry’s throat.
Henry caught him, jaw slackening.
Cameron couldn’t help it. His orgasm crested, closer and closer, and he pushed into Henry again and again.
The suction. The massaging grip at his ass. Henry’s fingers sliding into his crack.
The pad of a finger brushed over his hole.
He stiffened, coming in thunderous waves, the rush sweeping through him from head to clenching toes as Henry milked him of every drop.
He shivered when Henry released him to the cool air. Liquid dark eyes met his, and Henry straddled him, balls bobbing at his thighs. All that flexing muscle. Raw confidence radiated as he held Cameron’s gaze. One hand pinned Cameron’s wrist; with the other, he fisted himself with a low grunt, tugging furiously at his cock.
His solid body shook on top of him, in time to Cameron’s still-racing pulse.
No inhibitions, no shyness. A storm of admiration scuttled through Cameron. He bit his lip at how beautiful the man was.
He came with a guttural moan. Wet spurts coated Cameron’s chest and chin. He tugged Cameron into a sitting position, mouth pressing urgently against his.
Cameron held Henry’s jaw and kissed him back. His hands skated into those curls and shakily he whispered, the lobe of Henry’s ear soft against his lips. “The prince made him see stars.”
Henry laughed and tackled him playfully to the bed, but lingering in the back of his mind, Cameron knew their story wasn’t finished. The virgin hero might have the key, but he still had to fight the ultimate antagonist and do the saving.
He thought of Henry’s dad, the photos in his study, his kind words about his kids.
“Are you sure your dad will care?”
Henry’s limbs froze, and he rolled off Cameron, frowning.
Cameron winced. “Sorry. That slipped.”
“It’s okay. I want you to be open with me.”
Henry bunched some pillows and leaned back against the headboard.
Cameron glanced down at his wet chest and hesitated. Henry patted the space next to him; wiping himself clean with his shirt, Cameron snuggled in.
Henry leaned his head against Cameron’s. A sigh sifted through his hair. “He will care.”
“Because he wasn’t interested in your dissertation project?”
“A classmate came out as gay. Dad said everyone experiences phases but they pass. He sort of laughed at the idea of gay relationships, said he’d never understood it, never would.” Henry paused. “I feel you frowning. What is it?”
“He seems to care a lot about you and Georgie.”
“He does. He’s an incredible dad. That’s why I want him in my life. Georgie couldn’t bear not having Dad in her life, and I couldn’t bear not having Georgie. I don’t need his money. I need us to stay a family. I need his love.”
