Stray for You (Rainbow Rescue Cat Café #3)

Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Julian

MY HEART IS BURSTING like a box of fireworks going off inside my chest. I can’t believe I was ready to let him go only moments ago. Now Cameron is following me to my hotel for the second time.

I make myself a vow as we stand silently in opposite corners of the elevator. For two people about to get naked together, we could not leave more space between us in public. All the more reason for the promise I silently make to myself.

I put it into action the second we reach my room.

Cameron shoves me against the wall before the door even closes, just as he did last time, but I get my hands on his shoulders and stop him when he dives at my neck. He hesitates, confusion drawing his brows down over his dark eyes.

“Not like that,” I say.

The confusion deepens, and I slide away from the wall and grab his wrist before this night can slip between my fingers. I walk backward toward the bed, towing him along, trying to make my smile reassuring. Cameron goes along with all of it, even lets me push him onto the bed and sit on his hips. I plant my hands on either side of his head, caging him in with my arms.

“We’re going to do it my way this time,” I say.

“Your way better—”

“Shh,” I cut in before he can grumble.

I throw my jacket aside, then fling my shirt after it. I help Cameron struggle out of his own jacket and shirt, but when he goes for his pants, I stop him again.

“Relax,” I say. “Slow down.”

“You have a lot of demands tonight.”

“Yeah, so? This is my last shot. I’m going to make the most of it, Cam.”

Something crosses his face. Usually, I can read people pretty easily, but Cameron has always been a bit of a mystery to me. Whatever that look is, it disappears so swiftly that I don’t have time to parse it.

I don’t worry about it, lowering to his mouth instead, attempting to distract both of us. Even I don’t want to keep talking, not when this night is so horrifically finite, not when every second that slips between my fingers is a second with him that I’ve lost forever. I didn’t plan on this night going this way, but as soon as he said yes to me outside that parking garage, my purpose struck me with perfect clarity.

I dive to that purpose now, trailing from his lips and along his jaw, all the way over to his ear. Our bare chests press together as Cameron sucks down a deeper breath. I flick out my tongue, running it along the underside of his ear before taking the lobe in my mouth and tugging.

Cameron shudders beneath me, his reaction raw and involuntary. A hand flies to my arm. Cameron clings to me, holding on like he might lose his balance even while lying down.

The smile that sweeps over my mouth forces me to release his ear. I kiss my way down his neck instead, not stopping my assault, but taking my sweet time with it as well. Cameron keeps holding onto me, his deep breaths gusting against the top of my head as I work my way down to his collar and suck at the joint where neck meets shoulder. The sheets shuffle as he plants one foot, caging me in with his knee.

Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere, not until I’ve had every last inch of you.

I trickle over his chest, my kisses on his firm pecs like water dribbling over rocks. I pause at the soft divot of a nipple, swirling my tongue around and sucking until he whimpers for me. Lord, what a sound, especially coming from him. With my head lowered, I can’t see his expression, but the noise arrives strangled between clenched teeth, and I can imagine well enough the way he must grit them, his eyes screwed just as tightly shut. Even now, he doesn’t want to give me his full, unfiltered self, but that’s okay. I’ll take whatever he offers me, whatever scraps he deigns to throw me.

Instead of immediately trailing downward, I divert to the side, lifting one arm and dragging my nose along him. He startles, but I keep going, breathing deeply to inhale the scent of his deodorant and, beneath that, Cameron himself. Even here, I kiss and lick, making it all the way up to the underside of his bicep.

I rush on, invigorated by that intimate taste of him. I follow the trail of hair that starts on his chest and trickles down his torso, tasting every ridge of his abs along my way, fitting my tongue into the grooves, kissing the unexpected freckle hidden on his side. He jerks, perhaps ticklish, and that hand on my arm seizes me tighter for a moment.

He won’t be able to hang on like that much longer. I’m not stopping. When I say all of him, I mean all of him, every last bit, and that includes everything below the waist.

He releases my arm and scoots backward on the bed when I reach the waistband of his jeans. I shuffle down to fit between his legs, marking my way in kisses left behind like warm stones along a pathway. Perhaps some day they’ll guide me along his body again, but if they don’t, at least I’ll have left my mark on him.

I look up, checking in with him for the first time since I declared my intentions. Cameron is craning his neck to look down at me, his lips parted, those dark eyes vibrant with lust.

He’s never looked so damn good.

That glance is all I need. I undo his jeans, pulling them down along with the briefs beneath them. In our haste, we neglected our shoes, so I have to pry those off before I can get him completely naked at long last, but God, is it ever worth it. The man lying in my temporary bed is like something out of those classic paintings, tan and toned and brushed with dark hair. His beautiful cock curves up at his belly, and I haven’t even touched it — and don’t mean to quite yet.

This seems to surprise Cameron. His eyebrows jerk upward when I reach for his leg instead of diving onto his cock, but when I said all of him, I meant all of him. I keep my eyes locked on his as I rest his foot on my thigh, kneading my thumbs into the arch. His throat bobs.

“That alright?” I say.

He nods. “It feels good, but…”

“Shh.” I lift his foot, kissing the underside. “I told you I was making the most of this.”

He blinks rapidly, so I’m assuming no one has ever done this for him, but I charge on anyway, fitting my lips over his largest toe. He makes no sound, but his eyes never leave me, even when I swirl my tongue around that toe, then move to the rest. I take each into my mouth in turn, then lick the top of his foot before I set it back down on the bed and focus on working my way up his shin.

Cameron’s eyes are locked on me. Even when I lower my head, I feel them prickling my scalp. Whatever he expected of me, he didn’t expect this .

I make it to his knee, but merely kiss the side of it before I go for his other foot. It isn’t a fetish for me or anything, but if dragging my tongue along his arch can make Cameron shudder like that, it doesn’t have to be. All of him is my fetish; all of him is an obsession I’ve never managed to shake. So it doesn’t matter if it’s his foot or his chest or his mouth or his cock. I want all of it. I want any part of him he’ll show me. I want any part of him that I can use to make him feel good.

By the time I climb up his other shin and reach that knee, a tremble rattles through his legs. It’s faint, but I can feel it with my lips pressed to his skin. I continue, tracing my way up the inside of his thigh, toward all the places he probably expected initially. When I reach them, Cameron is so sensitive that a slick bead of pre-cum waits at his tip.

I could do more to him. Oh Lord, I could do so much more. I haven’t even gotten to rim him. But Cameron grabs me by the hair once I’m in reach, his fingers tugging hard.

A promise for next time. Something to explore in the future, perhaps. That future feels unlikely, but I leave one place unexplored as a pact with myself: I will find my way back to this man somehow, even when this is over.

When I finally turn my attention to Cameron’s cock, I force myself to keep going slow. Instead of swallowing him whole, I lick along his shaft. Cameron groans, hand yanking at my hair. When I reach the tip, however, I leave him wanting, ignoring that for now so I can blow softly along the path my tongue painted.

“Christ,” Cameron rasps. “Why … why does that feel so good? Julian, I’m…”

He doesn’t finish, mostly because I do, at last, swallow him. Hearing my name tripping off his tongue like that, mangled and warped by desire, dripping out of his mouth as hot as melted wax — it breaks something inside me. I thought I was in control of this and could take it slow the whole way through, but the moment he uses my name I’m done. I seal my lips around him, tasting that bright bead of pre-cum in the instant before I plunge down his cock. He moans, writhing under me, his hand tangling up my hair. He can rip it out for all I care. I grab his sac, applying firm, careful pressure as I bob my head. My tongue is never still, even as I suck him. His hips start to move along with me as Cameron cracks, shoving his need at me while he groans and grabs.

“I’m gonna … fucking…” he chokes.

I don’t relent. Maybe he notices my determination. Maybe he’s too far gone for that. I drag him up to the edge and keep him there for so long that he’s wild with unleashed need.

“Juliaaannnn,” he groans one more time. Then his hips jam up at me. I almost choke on his cock, but force the reaction down so he can explode down my throat in a glorious burst that I happily swallow.

I ride him down, not really wanting to remove my mouth from him but finally conceding to do it when he shifts under me. I come up wiping at my mouth, which tastes all of him. It makes me want to never brush my teeth, even though I know he’d fade from my mouth either way before my plane landed back in Newark International Airport. I’ll have to settle for drenching my senses in him now: His taste lingering in my mouth, the sound of my name ringing in my ears, the sight of him breathing raggedly under me as he tries to calm himself, the feel of his flushed skin, the scent of his body sticking to my lungs.

He sits up after a few more deep breaths, and cold panic strikes at my chest, even with my cock rock hard inside my jeans. Will he run away? Is this how it ends?

I open my mouth, perhaps meaning to beg him to stay a little longer, but I don’t manage a single word before he throws me onto my back on the bed. I hit the mattress and blink up at him, limp with surprise.

“What?” he says. “You don’t think I’m not going to take care of you too, do you?”

“I…”

“Be quiet. I know what I’m doing.”

I can’t argue with that. He strips me down far more swiftly than I stripped him. He doesn’t even pretend to mimic anything I did, going straight for my cock instead. His brusque efficiency is no less effective than my meandering indulgence, however. I was already hard. The addition of his hand and mouth on me tip me toward the edge in mere heartbeats.

I grab Cameron’s dark hair as he bobs along me, following the swift, hard, merciless motion of his body. Quickly, it’s too difficult to try to keep my eyes open and watch him. I snap them shut, falling back into fantasy, clinging to him as his hot mouth takes me deep.

Surprisingly, it’s his hand that betrays him. His mouth might be all cold efficiency, but his fingers feel along the delicate skin of my sac, then explore lower, touching timidly at my rim like it might be too much. Nothing is too much when it comes to him. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say that everything is too much, but I savor the experience of being overwhelmed and overcome by him. His touch sets off sparks that crackle through my entire body, until I’m whining his name and yanking at his hair and rolling my hips at him in a pathetic plea for release.

I come crashing past the precipice in a thunderous roar. It’s an avalanche burying me alive, drowning out all my senses until there’s nothing but heat and pleasure and him . If I thought he had command of my senses before, it’s so much worse now. My very soul belongs to him in those blissful moments when he grants me relief and strips me down to nothing but a quivering mess.

Eventually, the mattress groans as Cameron flops onto his back beside me. I pry my eyes open and find him naked and panting. He stares up at the ceiling instead of looking at me.

“I think the garage is closed for the night,” he says.

It’s a lie. Those garages don’t close this early. But if that’s the truth Cameron needs to believe in order to stay here, I’m damn sure not going to dispel it.

“You can crash here,” I say, as though this is all so perfectly accidental. “I’ll get you brunch in the morning to compensate you for the parking.”

“Brunch,” he says.

“Brunch. It’s between breakfast and lunch.”

“Why not breakfast?”

I roll onto my side, sliding my arm across his belly, taking a chance. He flinches, but doesn’t push me away. He finally settles those dark eyes on me.

“Because I plan to stay in bed with you for as long as I can,” I say. “So we’re going to miss breakfast.”

I swear that the faintest of smiles twitches along his lips, if only for a heartbeat.