Page 59 of Caged Hunger

Without warning, Cameron dove down, taking all of Basher’s cock to the back of his throat.

Taking someone as big as Basher was not for the faint of heart and not to be attempted by anyone less than an expert cocksucker.

Grabbing the back of Cameron’s head with one hand, Basher let out a moan as he gave in to the pleasure in his balls.

Head bobbing up and down, Cameron spent the next fifteen minutes showing Basher just how much he appreciated him fixing his pipes.

It didn’t take long before Basher was spilling down his throat. Cameron made sure to swallow every drop. There was nothing sexier than swallowing an alpha male’s load, especially after he had just taken care of fixing his leak.

“Jesus. Has anyone ever told you that you suck dick like a demon?” Basher asked, staring up at the ceiling, his cock resting against his stomach as he tried to get his breathing under control.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Cameron responded, slinking down and resting his body in the crook of Basher’s arm.

“It is. Trust me. You just get in there and… fuck. I don’t know. But my balls sure thank you.”

Cameron cupped Basher’s trimmed balls in his hand and gave them a loving tug.

“You’re very welcome, boys. Thanks for the hot load.”

They both laughed.

“So how was your dinner?” Basher asked, pulling Cameron’s body closer to his own.

“It was good. Mom’s been having a great week so far.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear.”

Cameron rested his cheek against Basher’s chest. “I want to introduce you to my mom.”

Basher’s body stiffened.

“Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

Cameron nodded. “Yeah, I’d like her to get to know you soon, before her memory fades any more. I don’t know how long I’ll have her for. Focused and aware, I mean.”

“Well, if you’re sure, then sure, I’d love to come and meet your mom.” Basher’s body began to relax.

In all the years Cameron had been dating, he’d never cared about any of the guys enough to want to introduce them to his mom. Before Basher, dating had just been all about the sex, and nothing about the emotions.

Basher was different. There were so many different sides to him that Cameron couldn’t help but fall more and more in love with him.

22

CAMERON

“Umm, what the hell is that?”

The question cut through the peace and quiet like a sudden tornado.

Cameron lowered his mug just in time to see Ace and Gavin step into the employees-only area at the back of the bar, interrupting his peaceful coffee.

Giving them both a look, he held his coffee mug gingerly close to his face before responding sarcastically.

“To what are you referring?” Cameron answered in a sorry attempt at a British accent.

Ace nodded toward the mug.

“That. Right there. That deformed piece of child’s creation that should never, ever be anywhere close to your face,” Ace responded. “Is it seriously holding scalding-hot liquid?” Ace cried, his eyes practically bulging from his head.