Chapter 18
Eighteen
Logan
Camden kisses me with a hunger I didn’t know any human could possess, his tongue sweeping along my lower lip before diving between them. I welcome the onslaught while he pillages my mouth mercilessly, and my fingers dig into his bicep to hold on and enjoy the ride.
It’s delicious and messy and addictive in a way I didn’t know kissing could be. Full of so much passion and desperation, it feels like I might burst apart at the seams.
With one hand still anchored in my hair and our lips still fused, he rolls over top of me, sliding a knee between my thighs and bracketing my head with his forearms. I can feel the warmth of his chest and stomach radiating into mine, enveloping me in heat and need and desire while we’re skin on skin.
I’m wholly encased by him like this, no escape route in sight, but there’s not a shred of me that would want to get away from him.
Not now.
Not when I’ve finally gotten a taste of what my body’s been craving.
My hands move of their own volition, grabbing for whatever smooth expanse of skin I can find next—first his shoulders, then his ribs, before skirting around to the small of his back and clawing at his flesh. Needing to be closer, aching to feel more.
He takes my silent plea as an invitation, rolling the hard ridge of his erection against my hip, and it sends another bolt of desire straight to my stomach. But a surge of panic is quick to follow, dumping a bucket of ice water over my now-raging libido, and I break the kiss, gasping.
Undeterred by my sudden departure, Camden continues pressing his lips to my skin. Starting at my cheek, then carving a path over my jaw and down my throat until he reaches my collarbone.
“I…” I pant, trying to find my words. “We’re not having sex.”
“That’s fine,” he murmurs before running his tongue over the ridge of my clavicle.
The sensation has my cock twitching between us, and he lets out a little hum of appreciation before rolling his hips into me again. But despite his assurance, his body is saying something entirely different, and I find myself rushing to explain further.
“It’s not that I haven’t, like, done it before. Because I have. It’s just, my brother and my parents are down the hall and this isn’t really something I do often and—”
Camden presses his mouth to mine in a kiss that’s rough yet sweet, a brief silencing, with him pulling away seconds later. But, somehow, it still manages to leave me equally as breathless as the ones prior, especially when his thumb traces over my lower lip.
“We’re not having sex. So you can stop freaking out,” he says, his tone both gentle and slightly amused.
“Are you okay with that?”
He nods, a little smile forming. “We’ll go as far as you want.
I’ll be perfectly fine if our dicks don’t even enter the equation.
” His attention dips to my mouth briefly, and I catch his throat working to swallow.
“But in case they do, I want you to know I got tested in November, and it all came back clear. Negative for everything. I haven’t been with anyone since, and I’m pretty much the poster child for condom use anyway, but if you—”
“I don’t actually think you had syphilis. Or anything else, for that matter,” I whisper.
“I just want you to be aware,” he rasps. “And I want you to know I would never put you in that position either.”
I nod, a bit of guilt eating at me with his rushed delivery of all this information. It makes me wonder if the comment I made earlier this year stuck with him this long.
God, I fucking hope not.
“I trust you, Cam.”
He smiles again, pure sunshine and golden retriever, before brushing his nose along mine. “Then I’m at your mercy, Little Reed.”
“At my mercy?”
“Yeah,” he whispers against my lips. “Do your worst.”
With those parting words, he lifts himself off me completely, only to fall with his back against the mattress at my side.
I sit up and stare at him, still hard and sprawled out before me like a sinful fantasy, and it takes me a moment to collect my thoughts.
Even then, I have no clue where to start.
The options are endless, and I swear my brain glitches into an error code for a solid thirty seconds because of it.
Meanwhile this shithead is grinning at me, all cheeky and cute, as if he has no idea what he’s just done.
“And for the record, I didn’t think you were a virgin, but if you keep gawking at me like that, I might start to question it.”
That snaps me out of my daze, and I pin him with a glare. “Shut up, Camden.”
He grins some more, a hellish gleam to his eyes now. “I have a few suggestions on how to make that happen. Just say the word.”
Lust zips through my veins like lightning, going straight to my cock with the way his words paint multiple filthy pictures in my mind. But I think I want to torture him a little first.
Turning to my side, I slide my hand down his rippling abs, enjoying the feel of them beneath my palm, before reaching my final destination.
My fingers wrap around his cock over the top of his underwear, feeling how long and thick he is.
The rounded tip is already seeping pre-cum into the fabric, and he lets out a soft moan when I give him a gentle stroke, the sound sending another zing of desire to my own dick.
He’s expressive, I quickly realize, as he arches into my touch while these sinful little noises slip out, completely unabashed about letting me know how good I’m making him feel. But this is just the beginning, and I can’t wait to see what other delectable sounds I’ll pull from him.
There’s a small part of my brain still screaming about this being a terrible idea, doing its best to remind me that this is fake.
A lie. A deception.
A fallacy I concocted to cast a shadow on the person I really want.
But as I look at Camden, as I stare into those swirling blue depths—see them glimmering with trust and desire—I realize there might actually be some truth to this farce.
And as scary as it is, it’s not enough to stop me.
“Take these off,” I whisper, tugging at his waistband with my free hand.
He’s quick to oblige, shedding the only layer of decency left and tossing it into the darkness beyond the bed.
I’ve seen his cock before, but that was a moment when I didn’t think to truly appreciate how fucking gorgeous it is.
Even in the dim lighting, I notice the veins running from his base all the way up to the tip, disappearing beneath the mushroom head.
A bead of pre-cum pools at his slit, and my mouth waters at the sight, giving me half a mind to lick it off before sucking him deeper into my mouth.
“I know I said to do your worst,” he whispers, drawing my attention back to his face. “But if you make me come just from looking at it, I will never live it down.”
I smirk, taunting, “A little quick on the trigger, are we?”
“This round? Most likely,” he admits with a shrug. “But after that, you better hope you can keep up.”
Damn.
His honesty takes me by surprise, but it’s the confidence in his candor that’s so fucking sexy, I can’t help being in awe of it too. I’ve never met anyone as brazen and unapologetic as him. About who he is, what he wants.
It makes me want to be just as bold.
Licking my lips, I lean down and press my palms against the mattress on either side of his rib cage. From the way he watches me, I can tell he thinks I’m about to kiss him. But rather than claiming his mouth, my lips find a home at the base of his throat, just above his collarbone.
He lets out a little sigh as I slowly make a path downward, brushing kiss after kiss along his skin. First his chest, then the base of his sternum. Trailing down his abs until I finally reach the sinful set of cum gutters leading to his cock.
Reaching between us, I wrap my palm around the base, feeling the weight of him in my hand for the first time. Instinctively, I give a gentle stroke, enjoying the way his skin moves over his length, before bringing him to my mouth.
Camden hums, the low, growly sound drawing my attention back to his face. He’s watching me with a predatory hunger, his teeth scraping over his lower lip.
“You gonna let me see what that mouth can do?”
“Maybe, as long as you behave,” I tease before lashing my tongue out over the tip.
The first bead of pre-cum bursts on my taste buds, the salty tang flooding my mouth, causing it to salivate for more. So I do it again, my tongue flicking over the head, only to take the entire crown between my lips.
His eyes sink closed, a whimper slipping out when I gently suck on him before pulling away again.
It’s a slow kind of torment as I lick the length of his shaft, going from root to tip before returning to the crown and lavishing it with attention.
Swirling my tongue around the head, then flicking the nerve underneath.
Licking up more pre-cum as it seeps from his slit.
Doing everything I can to drive him absolutely mad.
“You regret telling me to do my worst?” I whisper.
The heat of my breath on his dick causes it to twitch against my lips, and he moans out a single word.
“Never.”
Good.
Both of my hands grip his thighs as I take him in my mouth again and start to bob over his length.
I grow bolder with each motion, picking up speed and letting more of his shaft slide past my lips.
His groans and pants spur me on further, as do the shallow thrusts his hips start to make.
It’s nothing I can’t handle. In fact, it only makes me want to take more of him—as much as I dare—to make him feel even better than I already do.
I moan around his cock as it slides all the way in, not stopping until it gently hits the back of my throat. He gasps, his body arching off the bed to the point where my nose brushes the light smattering of hair at the base.
“Ah, fuck. Can I—?”