Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

are you doing to me?" Brad murmured, his hazel eyes searching Cam's blue gaze.
    Cam gave another sinuous roll of his hips, and Brad groaned, dropping his forehead onto the couch beside Cam's head. He was hard as granite, and Cam Hunter was the reason. Brad's dark hair brushed against Cam's dirty blond waves, and he could smell a hint of the clean, woodsy scent of Cam's aftershave. He heard Cam take in a deep breath and then felt his chest rumble as he answered in a low voice, "I don't know, but I wish you wouldn't stop."
    Turning his face into the side of Cam's neck, Brad's lids dropped closed as he whispered into Cam's ear, "Then let's keep going, shall we?"
    Murmuring his assent, Cam shifted restlessly beneath him in response, bringing their muscular bodies in contact with each other once again. Brad gave Cam's ear a soft nip and then began nibbling and licking a path down the strong column of his neck. When he reached the neckline of Cam's shirt, Brad growled in frustration.
    Breathing in Cam's scent, Brad muttered under his breath, "Cam, I want to feel you. I need to feel you." He reached his hands down for the hemline of Cam's shirt and felt a momentary pang of doubt. Was he moving too fast? Cam was well known for his Boy Scout ways, which included a definite absence from the dating scene and not even a whisper of any sexual exploits. Jesus, for all Brad knew, Cam might be a virgin and saving himself.
    It seemed his hesitation was written on his face because Cam reached one hand up and ran a gentle palm along the side of Brad's neck. His gaze was open and bright with desire. "Brad, I want this. I want you," he said firmly, smoothing his hand down Brad's neck and along his shoulder in a lingering caress. He swallowed hard before continuing. "I've wanted you for longer than you can even imagine." With those words, Cam shifted upwards and reached down to pull his shirt over his head. Tossing it to the floor, he pulled Brad in for a determined kiss. When their lips parted, they were both breathing heavily as Cam said, "And right now, I want us to keep doing what we're doing."
    Not waiting for a response, Cam leaned in for another kiss as his hands went to the bottom of Brad's shirt. Feeling Cam's insistent tugging, Brad sat up to pull his polo off and toss it onto the floor with Cam's shirt. He hesitated; then, holding Cam's gaze, Brad slowly and deliberately reached for the button on his jeans. Cam's eyes widened and his lips parted before he whispered, "Oh yes…" Cam reached for his own fly, and they both stripped off their jeans before settling back down length-wise on the couch.
    Brad sucked in a harsh breath as they came in skin-to-skin contact with only his black boxer briefs and Cam's blue cotton boxers to separate them. "Jesus, that feels good," Brad murmured, leaning forward once again to capture Cam's lips with his own. Brad shifted his hand up to explore the light sprinkling of dark blond hair covering the other man's firm, muscular pecs. He gasped against Cam's lips when he felt fingers trailing up along the ridges of his abdomen. They sifted through the dark hairs on his own chest before coming to rest over his heart, the thumb circling around the now-pebbled peak.
    Cam broke the kiss and, heavy lidded, leaned down to lave at Brad's stiffened nipple, taking it between his lips and sucking at it gently. Brad dropped his head back with a groan as Cam turned to pay similar attention to the other side. He was so hard he felt like his cock would tear a hole through his briefs.
    As though reading his mind, Cam lifted his head and met Brad's gaze with eyes that blazed with desire. "Brad, I want you. I want to feel you." He paused and pressed his obvious erection upwards into Brad's hip. "All of you," Cam added in a low voice.
    In response, Brad ran a hand along the man's outer thigh, and he watched as Cam's lids dropped to half-mast once again, his breath quickening. Brad glided his hand to the front of Cam's boxers, tracing the impressive outline of the cock beneath the soft cotton. "Like this?" Brad queried with a teasing quirk of his lips.
    "Mmmmm," Cam agreed, his hips surging up as he sought closer contact with Brad's hand. "Or like this," Cam offered. Brad felt exploring fingers tunnel beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs before strong hands gripped the curves of his ass and pulled him close. Brad groaned as he felt his cock rub against Cam's hip through their shorts. The soft cotton of his boxer