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hair and tilted his head back so the weather worker was forced to look at him. ‘Because I’m fucking terrified of you.’
‘What? Why?’
Trace shook his head. ‘Let’s see about filling that mouth.’
The first taste of his skin was bliss to Cameron. He was salty and wild and the taste made Cam think of the beach on an overcast day. The salt and wind and drizzle feel of a grey day graced his lips. He sucked slowly, wanting to give as much pleasure as he could. Some goodness to cancel out the pain his off-the-cuff questions had caused.
‘Jesus. It’s been a long, long time, Cameron. Don’t expect a porn star performance from me.’
It had been just as long for him but he didn’t say that as he dragged the tip of his tongue up the back of Trace’s cock. His skin was soft; his pubic hair was even softer than the norm. It was … silken. Almost like fur. And Cameron couldn’t help but run his fingertips over it as he slid his mouth up and down the wolf’s thick shaft.
Excitement lit in his belly when Trace grabbed his hair a tad harder and actually thrust into his mouth. Giving this man something to make him feel good was beyond words for Cam. He wanted Trace to forget his pain for even just a few minutes. To stop blaming and hating himself and just let go. Cam knew what pain was like – that kind of pain that said you weren’t good enough or even just plain wrong. It was all-consuming and it hurt beyond any physical blow.
His fingers slid along the jut of Trace’s hipbones and then Cam slid his hands to cup Trace’s ass. Every time he felt the muscles grow taut with the wolf’s thrusting, excitement and pleasure curled in Cam’s gut. He wanted so badly to come, but this was all about Trace and that was how he wanted it.
They weren’t ready to fuck – maybe they never would be. But there was this – right now – and that was fine by him.
‘Lightning Boy.’ Trace chuckled, and the sound made Cameron smile. The laugh was real. It was good. Trace jerked against him three times, driving hard into his willing throat, and when he came, Cameron gasped with the rush of salty warmth that flooded his mouth. He did his best and then licked what he could from Trace’s shaft. He rested his head on Trace’s belly and just enjoyed feeling the man pet his hair.
‘Stand up, Cameron,’ Trace said and held out his hand.
Cameron took it and stood, and when he was told to take his pants off, he did that too.
‘Turn around,’ the wolf said, and Cameron felt his skin pebble like he was standing nude in a cool wind. Trace’s voice was cold but the heat that baked off him was intense. He was a walking, talking oxymoron. A glorious paradox.
When Cameron turned, the wolf stepped up close behind him. Trace’s heart was beating rapidly; Cameron could feel it banging against his back. More heat seeped into his tight muscles, making him shiver. Were all shifters this hot?
‘I’m not going to fuck you yet. We’re just getting the hang of each other, what with all the drama and sharing .’ Trace pressed his mouth to the back of Cameron’s neck and his teeth grazed the skin, making Cameron whimper before he realised the sound was even in him to make.
‘OK,’ was the only thing Cameron could think to say and he felt stupid when he said it.
Trace laughed deeply – it was a relaxed sound, a joyous sound. It made anything that was about to happen amazing as far as Cam was concerned. Even if it was just some teasing and a kiss.
Trace wrapped his arm – bulky from manual labour – around Cameron’s middle. He was strong and when he tightened the embrace air slipped from Cameron, making him lightheaded. The wolf’s other arm came around and that big fist wrapped around Cameron’s cock. His hard-on was like a lead pipe and he half laughed, half sobbed when their skin made contact.
‘You were very good just now. You have an amazing mouth,’ Trace said. Cameron nodded but kept silent as the bigger
‘What? Why?’
Trace shook his head. ‘Let’s see about filling that mouth.’
The first taste of his skin was bliss to Cameron. He was salty and wild and the taste made Cam think of the beach on an overcast day. The salt and wind and drizzle feel of a grey day graced his lips. He sucked slowly, wanting to give as much pleasure as he could. Some goodness to cancel out the pain his off-the-cuff questions had caused.
‘Jesus. It’s been a long, long time, Cameron. Don’t expect a porn star performance from me.’
It had been just as long for him but he didn’t say that as he dragged the tip of his tongue up the back of Trace’s cock. His skin was soft; his pubic hair was even softer than the norm. It was … silken. Almost like fur. And Cameron couldn’t help but run his fingertips over it as he slid his mouth up and down the wolf’s thick shaft.
Excitement lit in his belly when Trace grabbed his hair a tad harder and actually thrust into his mouth. Giving this man something to make him feel good was beyond words for Cam. He wanted Trace to forget his pain for even just a few minutes. To stop blaming and hating himself and just let go. Cam knew what pain was like – that kind of pain that said you weren’t good enough or even just plain wrong. It was all-consuming and it hurt beyond any physical blow.
His fingers slid along the jut of Trace’s hipbones and then Cam slid his hands to cup Trace’s ass. Every time he felt the muscles grow taut with the wolf’s thrusting, excitement and pleasure curled in Cam’s gut. He wanted so badly to come, but this was all about Trace and that was how he wanted it.
They weren’t ready to fuck – maybe they never would be. But there was this – right now – and that was fine by him.
‘Lightning Boy.’ Trace chuckled, and the sound made Cameron smile. The laugh was real. It was good. Trace jerked against him three times, driving hard into his willing throat, and when he came, Cameron gasped with the rush of salty warmth that flooded his mouth. He did his best and then licked what he could from Trace’s shaft. He rested his head on Trace’s belly and just enjoyed feeling the man pet his hair.
‘Stand up, Cameron,’ Trace said and held out his hand.
Cameron took it and stood, and when he was told to take his pants off, he did that too.
‘Turn around,’ the wolf said, and Cameron felt his skin pebble like he was standing nude in a cool wind. Trace’s voice was cold but the heat that baked off him was intense. He was a walking, talking oxymoron. A glorious paradox.
When Cameron turned, the wolf stepped up close behind him. Trace’s heart was beating rapidly; Cameron could feel it banging against his back. More heat seeped into his tight muscles, making him shiver. Were all shifters this hot?
‘I’m not going to fuck you yet. We’re just getting the hang of each other, what with all the drama and sharing .’ Trace pressed his mouth to the back of Cameron’s neck and his teeth grazed the skin, making Cameron whimper before he realised the sound was even in him to make.
‘OK,’ was the only thing Cameron could think to say and he felt stupid when he said it.
Trace laughed deeply – it was a relaxed sound, a joyous sound. It made anything that was about to happen amazing as far as Cam was concerned. Even if it was just some teasing and a kiss.
Trace wrapped his arm – bulky from manual labour – around Cameron’s middle. He was strong and when he tightened the embrace air slipped from Cameron, making him lightheaded. The wolf’s other arm came around and that big fist wrapped around Cameron’s cock. His hard-on was like a lead pipe and he half laughed, half sobbed when their skin made contact.
‘You were very good just now. You have an amazing mouth,’ Trace said. Cameron nodded but kept silent as the bigger
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