J.V. Speyer

Cameron has built a good life for himself despite his rough start. He can’t trust enough for romance, but he’s okay with that. He’s got good money coming in as a graphic designer and just inherited a duplex in Plymouth from his estranged grandfather, so he doesn’t have to worry about keeping a roof over his head. He likes his tenants, he has friends, and he’s content with that.<br><br>When two guys claiming to be paranormal investigators show up on his doorstep tell him the tenants contacted them about “phenomena” in the house, he knows they’re con men right away. For one thing, they claim he was the tenant. He sends them packing. It doesn’t matter that one of the con artists is the hottest guy Cameron has seen in years -- if anything, that just makes Cameron more suspicious.<br><br>Then things go wrong in the house, things he can’t shrug off or ignore. The past Cameron has worked so hard to leave behind is coming for him, and it’s angry.

Rites of Spring

Jason’s mouth closed over Cameron’s own cockhead at the same time, and Cameron was pretty sure that he’d never felt anything as incredible as this. He wanted, and needed, to make Jason feel as good as he felt right now. He teased the underside of Jason’s cock with his tongue, getting a little thrill as he felt Jason’s moan of delight along his own shaft. Moving along at a slow but steady pace, Cameron worked until he had all of Jason in his mouth. This didn’t feel great against his aching throat, but he could ignore that for now.


Jason wasn’t able to get quite as much of Cameron into his mouth. His gag reflex was strong, but that was okay. Everything he was doing was more than enough for Cameron, who gave a low moan as his pleasure built. Jason wasn’t just sucking, though. He was using one hand to stretch Cameron out with the best fingering of Cameron’s life, and Cameron never wanted him to stop.


Chapter 46