The Truth Within (Pelican Bay 3)

But my body refused my command to release him. “Be sure, Ford. Because there’s no going back—”

That was all I got out before Ford yanked my head down and slammed his mouth against mine. His tongue plunged into my mouth and staked its claim like there’d never been any question about it.

The man kissed like a fucking god. There was no hesitation as he explored my mouth and his fingers bit into my skin hard enough to leave bruises. He was holding onto the back of my neck with such strength that I felt completely at his mercy.

Owned.

My body’s primal reactions started kicking in as Ford stole into my mouth over and over again. His bare chest was pressed against me but with my heavy coat and several layers of clothes beneath, the only way we could get skin on skin was if I pulled my mouth from him.

And that just wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

Or so I thought.

Because Ford had different plans.

He tore his mouth from mine, but before I could protest, he was dragging the collar of my shirt down to expose my throat and upper chest. He gripped my hair hard and forced my head back as he nipped, sucked, and licked his way down my throat to my chest. His other hand somehow managed to get between my shirt and my pants so he could rub the muscles of my abdomen.

For someone I’d just assumed would have a certain level of inexperience, he kissed and touched me like he’d been doing it for years. He knew exactly where to touch me and how much pressure to exert with his mouth and his fingers. I moaned when my back hit something hard behind me. It took me a moment to realize it was the wall he’d been painting. I hadn’t even noticed that he’d somehow turned us around and maneuvered us backwards.

“Cam,” Ford whispered, his voice sounding strangled. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Cam.”

I wasn’t sure if it was his declaration or the use of my name, but whatever it was, it flipped the switch inside of me that I’d always been so careful to keep turned off with Carter. I growled low in my throat and wrapped my arms around Ford. I took control of the kiss, of him, of everything. I turned us and slammed him back against the wall, then slid my hands down to his ass. His hands were on my neck as we fought to see who owned whose mouth. I dragged Ford’s groin forward as I pushed into him with my hips. He gasped against my lips as our dicks began grinding against one another. I felt Ford’s teeth clamp down on the spot where my shoulder met my neck. It hurt so fucking good that I was sure I’d come there and then.

Ford took advantage of my loss of control and claimed my mouth again. His hands shoved my coat off, forcing me to release his ass so I could get the garment off. I was still trying to get my hands free when Ford’s nimble fingers pushed my sweater up to my armpits and he closed his mouth over one of my nipples.

“Jesus, fuck!” I shouted as I tore free of my coat and grabbed Ford by the head to hold him in place. Never in a million years would I have guessed the spot to be an erogenous zone, but now I knew better. Foreplay with Carter hadn’t ever been more than a few kisses and a couple tugs on my dick before he’d been sending me to my knees or bending me over some object. I’d always gotten off, of course, but it hadn’t ever felt like this.

Like my entire body was going to go up in flames.

Ford’s sinful mouth latched onto my other nipple to give it the same treatment. I thrust my cock against Ford, but the angle of his body meant our groins weren’t in contact anymore.

That just wouldn’t do.

I managed to get my hands between us and began working his pants open. I dipped my hand into his underwear and practically salivated when I felt the dampness there. His hot, slick cock seemed to seek out my hand and as soon as I closed my fingers around the thick shaft, Ford cried out. He bit me again, this time on my pectoral muscle as his fingernails dug into my upper back. The pain burned so good that I thought the top of my head would blow off.

“Yes!” Ford cried in what I could only describe as a relieved sob. He pressed his forehead against my chest. I didn’t know if he had his eyes open or closed, but if they were open, I knew he’d be able to see me handling his dick. The idea of him watching me work him over had me slowing my strokes. Copious amounts of pre-cum made his skin slick so I didn’t need to spit in my hand to make the glides smoother. I fondled his balls between strokes of his shaft.