The Truth Within (Pelican Bay 3)

“Take us both in your hand,” I urged.

He did as I said. I used my grip on him to set the motion of him grinding against me. The friction had me seeing stars. Ford let out a curse and began pumping his hand up and down our shafts. I kept one hand on his ass while I let the other one finger his crease. His skin was smooth and hot, and the idea of being inside him was threatening to have me come way too soon. I was very aware of the fact that I was with a guy who was fifteen years my junior and would probably have considerable stamina and recovery speeds. Although the way my body was reacting, I was starting to wonder if it wouldn’t be an issue for me. With Carter, it’d always been a “one time and you’re done” kind of deal, so it hadn’t ever been something I’d had to worry about.

“What?” Ford asked. “Why are you frowning? Am I doing something wrong?”

“No,” I ground out. “It’s perfect.”

Ford slowed his stroking and used his other hand to force my head back. The show of dominance was a turn-on like no other. “Tell me,” he said. His hand came to a complete stop.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “My brain just chose a really shitty time to remind me that I’m not a young man anymore.”

Ford hesitated for a moment, then looked between our bodies before returning his eyes to mine. “Please don’t hold yourself back from me, Cam.”

“What?” I said.

He dipped his head and nuzzled the shell of my ear. His hand began furiously stroking us both again. I moaned and slipped my fingers down his crease to cover his hole.

“I need to come so fucking bad,” Ford whispered in my ear. “But I want to see you this time. I want to know what you look like when I make you feel good instead of bad. I want that memory seared into my mind forever, Cam.” He gently kissed my ear and then lifted his head. His mouth brushed mine. “Come for me,” he urged. “We have all night, don’t we?”

I nodded but was incapable of speech. I thrust into his hand over and over again as I fingered the sensitive skin around his hole. Ford moved his body to counter my thrusts and when he ordered me once again to let go, I did. I cried out in relief as my orgasm took over me in burst after burst of pleasure. Liquid heat coated the head of my cock as Ford continued to jack me off. His lips peppered my cheek, my chin, my nose with soft kisses as he watched me come.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, then he was finishing himself off. I rubbed his hole with my finger as he undulated against me. His eyes went wide at the pressure on his opening. My sensitive cock screamed in protest as he fucked himself against me, but I was too far gone to care. When he came, it was with every part of his body. His hole quivered against my finger as he shook with the force of the orgasm. I felt his cum spill onto my dick and it caused a powerful aftershock to rock through me. Ford collapsed onto my chest a moment later, his spent cock nestled against mine and his wet hand sliding through our mixed juices. I still had a hold of his ass, but I’d removed my finger from his hole. I rubbed his lower back as we both came down from the high. I kissed the top of his head as his soft breaths skimmed over my chest.

As my mind started working more clearly, the fear that he would pull away from me again became a living, breathing thing inside me.

“Cam?” he said, his voice dripping with uncertainty.

No, no, no. I couldn’t take his defection again.

“Yeah?” I somehow managed to choke out.

“Can we go to your room now?”

Chapter Eighteen

Ford

“You okay?” Cam asked for what had to be the tenth time in the hour that we’d been lying in his bed. We were actually on top of the covers and were both dressed from the waist down. That part was my fault because I’d chickened out when we’d gotten to his room. He’d held my hand all the way up the stairs and it’d felt incredible. But when Cam had suggested getting undressed and taking a shower together so we could clean off, I’d freaked a little. My mind had started working overtime again and all the images I’d had of Cam in the throes of passion had started hitting me over and over again. All I’d managed was a shake of my head. Cam must have noticed how fucked up I was because he’d softly suggested we wash up with washcloths and then just lie down for a bit. He’d let me use the bathroom first while he’d gotten the fireplace going in his bedroom. I’d sat nervously on the edge of his bed until he’d finished in the bathroom and then we’d lain down together. I’d eventually relaxed enough to let him pull me against his side.