Page 76 of Caged Hunger

They were safe.

“Yeah, we’re safe here.” Basher entered the alarm code by the front door. “Just don’t be sneaking off anywhere on your own tonight. I’ve got big brother watching,” he said, pointing toward the alarm.

Cameron nodded as he stepped farther into Basher’s home.

Basher couldn’t understand why Cameron seemed so nervous. Cameron had been there countless times before—he knew the house and where everything was.

After dinner, Basher showered, then settled on his bed while he reread the card Cameron had received over and over.

He was trying to understand what this crazy man was trying to get out of this whole situation. He had to know that Cameron would never be interested in dating a man so clearly unhinged and out of his mind.

And was that any different from dating someone who had been in prison, killed three men, and beaten the shit out of countless others? He wasn’t exactly boyfriend material himself.

If truth be told, Basher was probably the last person who should be deciding who Cameron should be dating.

“You still reading that stupid thing?” Cameron asked, walking into the bedroom and climbing onto the bed next to him, wearing nothing but a small towel wrapped snugly around his waist.

Basher gave a grunt, frown lines forming as he concentrated on the last part of the note.

I can’t be held responsible for what comes next.

What did the psychopath mean by “what comes next”?

It was the threat of uncertainty that didn’t sit well with Basher. Was he coming after Cameron? Him? Someone else close to Cameron?

“I can think of a better way to be spending our time,” Cameron said, cozying up next to him and sliding his hand over the bulge between Basher’s legs.

Basher’s eyes quickly fell to where Cameron was busy rubbing his dick.

“Mmm, fuck…” Basher moaned, tossing the note on the floor and pulling open the folds of his own towel.

His cock sprang free, flopping against Cameron’s chin as it quickly flooded with blood. Basher had never seen his cock get so hard, so fast.

Cameron smiled as he grabbed the base of Basher’s dick and held it up straight.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Cameron whispered, licking Basher’s meat from nutsack to tip before diving down on his cock like it was his newest favorite addiction.

“Jesus, Cam.” Basher groaned, feeling his cock hit the back of Cameron’s throat.

He stared down at the boy as Cameron slobbered all over his dick, taking it fast, then slow and shallow, then deep. He was a man possessed, devouring his cock like it was the only thing on earth that mattered.

Reaching across the bed, Basher pulled open the top drawer of his nightstand and grabbed a condom and the bottle of lube.

He flicked open the cap and squeezed a generous amount of lube on Cameron’s hole. He began working Cam open, never losing rhythm as Cameron continued to swallow his dick. First one finger, then two, then finally four.

The boy was a cock-sucking demon.

The moans that spilled from Cameron’s lips were positively sinful.

Desperate, but sinful.

“Fuck, I love playing with that hole of yours.” Basher still couldn’t believe that this incredibly gorgeous man was interested in him.

“Are you going to play with it all night? Or are you going to fuck me until I can’t remember my name?” Cameron challenged, giving him a smirk as he rubbed Basher’s mushroom head against his lips.

Fuck… the boy was such a cock-hungry monster.

“First, I want you to sit on my cock and ride me reverse cowboy style. I want to see that ass of yours swallow my dick. Get that hole nice and stretched before I flip you over and pound the shit out of you.”