Page 28 of Caged Hunger

One hand reached for the bar behind him, and Basher’s breathing began to quicken as the boy attempted to suck his soul out through his cock hole.

“Fuck… I… I’m getting close. Where do you want it?” Basher asked, realizing he was quickly passing that point of no return. “Cam?” Basher asked quickly when Cameron didn’t respond. The boy just doubled his efforts, sucking him fast and deep until Basher had no choice but to let go.

Cameron grabbed the back of Basher’s ass cheeks and held him firmly in place, his mouth wrapped tightly around his cock.

His balls quickly tightened seconds before he unloaded in Cameron’s mouth.

His orgasm was explosive. Lights flashed behind his eyes as his body shuddered uncontrollably, each pulse of pleasure stronger than the last. Cameron’s soft moans filled the air, grounding him even as the sensation threatened to sweep him away completely.

Cameron continued his assault on Basher’s dick, slurping down every last drop.

He wasn’t sure when his soul left his body, but it was only after his balls were empty that Cameron finally pulled off his dick and looked up at him with pride in his eyes.

“So, how was that?” Cameron asked, smiling up at him as he eagerly awaited his praise.

“Jesus Christ.” Basher gasped, sagging against the bar. “I think you just sucked my soul through my dick.”

Cameron just smirked.

“That was a big load, by the way.”

“Sorry, it’s been a few hours since I last busted a nut.”

Another evil grin from Cameron.

“Anytime you want to unload that dick, I’m always here to lend a helping… mouth. Or ass. Whatever you prefer.”

Basher couldn’t help but chuckle.

“After seeing that tight little ass of yours, I’m worried my dick might destroy you,” Basher confessed.

Cameron’s eyes heated.

“It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”

Basher let out a growl before helping Cameron up to his feet. He pulled up his jeans and tucked his dick back into his underwear.

“Did you want me to…” Basher gestured toward the bulge in Cameron’s jeans. He was never one to leave his sexual partners unsatisfied.

“No, that was hot. Gives me something to jerk off to later tonight.”

Basher smirked.

“Let’s get you home.”

11

BASHER

Rushing out of his bedroom, Basher slipped his shirt over his shoulders, then pulled it down as he entered the living room.

Keys. Where were his fuckin’ keys?

This was the second time he had overslept this week, and he didn’t want to face the tormented jokes that no doubt would be thrown his way by Blade and Nikolai, and probably Caden.

The guys were cool but didn’t miss an opportunity to rib one another. And lord knows how much Basher hated being the center of attention.

Spotting the metal ring holding the keys to his bike and his temporary home, he snatched them from the coffee table, then shoved his cell into his pocket.