Reynaud's Redemption, стр. 12

Reynaud’s talented mouth lowered as his hand stayed behind to tantalize his raging hard-on. He moved his licking and sucking even lower to the sensitive area beneath his sac to continue the delicious assault on Cameron’s genitals. Incredible sensation burst into Cameron’s consciousness, like firecrackers in the sky. It increased tenfold when Reynaud’s ministrations dropped farther, seeking the hidden hole between his cheeks. Discovery ripped a scream from deep within Cameron’s chest.

The combination of Reynaud’s superior tongue lashing and stroking brought Cameron to the brink of ecstasy, but just as he thought he would explode, Reynaud pulled his tongue from his ass. Stunned, Cameron threw his legs wide in offering. Still gripping Cameron’s cock, Reynaud used his other hand to wipe the rest of the grease from the tube onto his own erection. Reynaud continued stroking Cameron and, with a quick swipe between Cameron’s cheeks with his slick fingers, Reynaud slid effortlessly into him. Cam released a sigh of pleasure.

“You’re so tight, so hot… So sexy.”

Reynaud was gentle and aggressive at the same time. The insistent stroking as he delved into his tight tunnel drove Cameron half crazy. Reynaud rode his ass with expert precision moving his hand in perfect sync, taking Cameron’s pleasure to new heights. Reynaud’s words and technique seduced Cameron quickly, bringing him to a mind-shattering orgasm. He yelled his pleasure aloud, no longer embarrassed by his shameless cries of joy.

Breathless, Cameron reclined soaked with sweat after his body had emptied its load. Reynaud pumped into him for a few moments longer then moaned his release as well. He pushed his erupting cock deep inside Cameron’s clenching body. Obvious pleasure twisted Reynaud’s handsome features while Cameron enjoyed each emptying pulse. With a slow, cleansing breath, Reynaud rolled off Cameron to his side then pulled him into his arms. Kissing his neck and shoulders tenderly, he sighed.

“Cameron, I have waited so long for this moment. I can’t begin to tell you how wonderful it was. Thank you again.”

The harshness of Reynaud’s breathing disappeared as it regulated to an even pattern. The arm Reynaud had draped over Cameron’s waist finally loosened its grip as sleep claimed him.

Cameron relaxed into his pillow. Reynaud was true to his word. Cameron was more content than he had been in years. Reynaud’s lovemaking was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Although he had shared hand jobs and blow jobs with guys before his time with Joe, Joe was his first lover and first real relationship.

He’d been a shy kid in culinary school, and Joe was this amazing older man blatantly flirting with him. Basically Joe had swept him off his feet with affection, time and money. He talked Cameron into moving out of his little studio apartment into his house. Cameron remembered the first year being like a dream. Unfortunately, the rest of their five years together was a nightmare.

Cameron had spent the past three years alone, fearful that all men were like Joe. Now, as aftershocks of bliss danced through his nervous system, he realized how wrong he was. He pulled Reynaud’s arm tighter around him. Reynaud shifted behind him, breathing peacefully. Cameron drifted off to sleep, lulled by the sound, hoping Reynaud was indeed real and not a hallucination. Now that he’d had a peek of what being with a man could really be like, he wanted it more than ever.

* * * *

Cameron opened his eyes. He was cold. The sheet lay bunched around his back, but that sweet warm feel of body heat was gone. He turned over. The empty bed confirmed his fears. He was alone. No Mel and no Reynaud. With a sigh, he lay back on his side, gripping his pillow and squeezing his eyes shut to stop the tears.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

Cameron flipped over with a loud gasp.

Reynaud stood in the doorway to the bathroom. The sunlight emphasized his beauty even more. His broad shoulders, long muscular legs and even his sleeping member all looked invitingly delicious in the sunshine. Reynaud smiled at him as he approached. Sitting beside him on the bed, he used his thumb to wipe away a tear that fell to Cameron’s cheek.

“You didn’t think I’d left, did you?”

“I still haven’t really processed if you are truly real.”

Reynaud chuckled. “And yet you were distressed that I had gone.” He leaned forward kissing him softly. “I am real, Cameron. Didn’t I feel real last night?” he asked with a teasing grin, sliding beneath the covers.

Oh, my God. Did you ever.

“Oh, yeah.”

“In my dog form, I had many people willing to feed me, but not one person wanted to take care of me and no one needed me. Fate has brought us together. I will not leave you… Unless you want me to, that is.” He paused to stack the pillow against the headboard. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No,” Cameron shouted. The happy smile that spread across Reynaud’s face made heat infuse Cameron’s face again. “I mean, no. I want you to stay.”

“Excellent because I’d like that as well.”

Reynaud opened his arm in invitation. Cameron rested his head on his shoulder, melting into the sense of security his embrace gave him.

“I’ve never heard the name Reynaud before.”

“It is an old Creole name. It means courageous, bold and strong.”

He chuckled. “That name fitted you perfectly when you were Mel.”

Reynaud laughed with him.

“How did—? Why were you a dog, Reynaud? What happened?”

“I was betrayed,” he answered with a sigh then delved into his story.

Cameron listened intently, nodding and gasping along the way. When it was complete, Cameron still had questions.

“How long were you a dog?”

Reynaud was quiet for a moment, seemingly in thought. “One hundred and fifteen years,” he said finally.

“A hundred and fifteen years?” he repeated. “That’s a terrible punishment for something you didn’t do.”

Cameron saw the