Chapter 14 #2
My eyes swing to the black bag on my bed.
Undressing down to the strawberry lingerie, I take out the purple prostate massager. I’ve never used one before . . . Opening my nightstand I take out the lube, trying not to make eye contact with my dildo. “This doesn’t mean I love you any less.” I shut the drawer then get on my bed.
My hands run over the silky fabric. I like the way it makes my skin feel.
When I’m not looking at myself in the mirror, I feel sexy.
I feel different, alive. Noah has opened this whole new world to me.
And I love that he’s shameless, it makes asking questions easier.
I’m not really that experienced, and the only other person I have to talk to is the reason for these feelings to begin with.
I lube up the toy then stretch my underwear, reaching down. My eyes close. I press it against my hole, slowly working it inside, and I suck in a breath when it rests against it’s target. “Holy shit,” I whisper. Reaching next to me, I find the remote.
I turn it on and holy shit. Oh my god. It nearly slips out, but my walls clench around the slender toy.
Holy shit!
I close my eyes, reaching inside the fabric of my underwear and palming my aching dick.
I could slip the underwear off, but there’s something about the feel of the fabric on my skin that’s turning me on.
My hips roll with the pulse of the toy, every thrum making my back arch a little more.
It takes a while for me to feel comfortable, even just with myself. I feel, I don’t know . . . hot.
Reaching between my legs, I press the toy lightly, thrusting it inside.
I’ve never felt anything this good—my dildo is great but it doesn’t vibrate.
My free hand runs over the fabric of the top.
It’s silky and soft, and here with my eyes closed, I do feel sexy.
My palm runs down my stomach then down between my cheeks, pressing on the toy harder as I grind against it. “So good. Fuck me.”
In the privacy of my room I let my mind wander. I think about what it would be like with Cam, every hard inch of him pressed against me. What would he taste like? I hate that man who got to know. Sweet and musky, probably. Incredibly addicting, definitely.
I’ve loved Cam most of my life, but this heat and fire is so new to me. Maybe it’s because I never dared let my mind wander, but now that I’ve experienced a small taste . . . Maybe that’s why I can’t let these thoughts go.
In a perfect world I’d have him here with me.
He’d come home after work and we’d make dinner.
Or he’d make dinner and I’d work on writing while he hummed happily in my kitchen.
Then I’d let him watch whatever anime he wanted, all while we sat on the couch making out until we were both desperate for air.
“Cam.” His name slips from my lips in a breathy whisper.
“Ungh, Camden.” I release my balls, still stroking myself and letting my imagination bleed over into reality.
Who needs the truth when my fantasy is so sweet?
My fingers dip into the fabric of the top to pinch a nipple.
“Insane. Cam.” I moan. “Feels . . . so . . . feels so—”
“Feels so what?” I freeze. Instant chills run up my spine. I lift my head, watching Cam in the doorway. “Uh . . . got home earlier and I heard, uh, my name. I uh, thought you um, needed . . . me.”
The room is soft with light, but I think I see him swallow as his amber eyes do a slow crawl over my body.
“Cam—”
“Feels so what, Bowen?” His raspy voice makes me shiver.
His hand is squeezing his dick. What the hell am I doing?
I fumble for the remote, trying to shut it off and accidentally hitting a different setting.
My head flies back and my back arches as the evil thing inside me thrums against my prostate. It’s absolutely too much.
I smell subtle cedar, and I open my eyes. Cam is above me, looking down at me. What’s happening? Am I imagining this? I have to be, right? He looks down my body. “Feel good?”
“Yes.” I nearly bite my tongue. “What are you doing?”
“I'm not sure, but I know what I want my prize to be.” My brain tries to make sense of those words, realizing he means the game. His prize for winning game night. “I want to watch you come.”
“Cam—”
“Go ahead, Bo. Use me.” Bad idea, but this toy is drilling all the common sense out of me through my ass.
“Kiss me.” He doesn’t hesitate, leaning down and kissing me hard. I reach out, realizing now he’s shirtless as my hands run down his chest before stopping at the band of his gym shorts.
I slip them inside, lacing my fingers around his cock.
Holy shit. “Cam, fuck.” The pressure is perfect .
. . the way the toy fucks me. This thrusting setting is the perfect amount of tug and pull I need.
I jerk him off slowly, mapping the silky smooth skin of his cock.
My thumb swipes his crown feeling precum.
“What’s this thing do?” My eyes flutter open. “What’s this button for?” He smirks.
“Cam, unghhh.” I grip him hard—maybe too hard from the hiss that leaves his lips. My nails bite into his arm. My cock is making a mess across my belly. My hips roll, chasing the pleasure crawling up my spine.
“That’s it, Bo. Keep going. Be good for me, Bo.” Oh fuck. I want to be the best for him.
“Don’t stop, Cam.” I’m not sure what I’m asking him to do, but Cam improvises, pulling back.
My hand slips out of his pants as he moves down my body.
With his thumbs, he hooks the band of the pink thong, sliding it down my legs.
His eyes dilate on me. Then he shocks the hell out of me by dropping down between my legs. “I may be bad at this.”
“What—oh fuck, Cam!” He takes me in his mouth. He’s right, he’s really fucking bad at this. How is it also like the best thing in the world? He sloppily sucks me down. Zero finesse, zero skill. Still, just the warmth of his mouth is enough. Just the look of him between my legs is enough.
I’m not going to last.
I’m going to come, and just when I got his gorgeous mouth on me. “Cam—” My fingers dig into his scalp. “Move. I’m going to come.” I squirm in his grip, and he lets me fall from his lips, jerking me without pause. His other hand takes the opportunity to grab the toy and fuck me with it.
My orgasm is blinding, my vision just a mess of darkness and stars. I come hard—all over his hand, across his chest, his neck. Fuck. Those molten amber eyes stay on me, then on my dick as he jerks and milks me of everything.
“Holy shit,” he whispers.
“Come here.” I feel drunk. I do not feel like myself at all. I better not be dreaming.
He blinks out of his daze, getting up to crawl over my body. His lips go to connect with mine, but I bypass his mouth, licking a strip up his neck and tasting myself on his skin. His bright golden eyes hood drinking in my body.
My tongue maps a path across his chest. My palms smoothing over his skin.
“Bo—” He connects our lips again, moaning into my mouth as I grab his cock and start to jerk him faster with purpose. He’s big. I need to know how he tastes. “Fuck, that’s good.”
“Shut the toy off.” It’s becoming too much. Cam fumbles for the remote, shutting it off, and I sag with relief, pumping him faster.
Camden groans. “Make me come, Bowen.”
Cam’s head drops, and his eyes flutter shut as he ruts into my hand.
“Good?”
With his eyes closed, he nods rapidly. “So good. Fuck, Bobo.”
With a twist of my wrist, I pump him, and I’m unable to look away. Then his eyes flutter open, glassy and bright. Lust-drunk and desperate for release. “That’s it. Fuck that’s it, Bo. Holy shit.” I reach inside his pants with my free hand, cupping his balls, and Cam swears.
Little breathy moans puff from his lips. He starts to tremble. I feel his stomach tighten. “Holy fuck.”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck, Bo, I’m . . . yes, I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming.
” He crumbles, sagging against me as I milk every drop from him.
I’ve just come but I can feel myself half hard already.
Cam jerks a bit before slowly moving off me, and I watch the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He gets off the bed, turning to the dresser.
To my shock, he takes off his messy underwear, and with his back to me I get a brief view of his muscular ass before he slips on a new pair.
He walks out of the room, and I panic for a moment before I hear the water run. He returns with a washcloth, coming over to carefully wipe me down, then lets me clean my hands. Luckily I didn’t get this outfit too messy. He holds out his hand. “The toy, Bo.”
“Uh . . .” Cam holds his hand out and I hand it over. I’m not sure what’s happening right now. Cam comes back and slips into bed with me.
“So, what did you do today?” He smiles, resting his head on my shoulder, and I laugh. I can’t help it. My brain is still trying to catch up with what just happened. If it was even real. That happened, right?
“Noah and I went lingerie and toy shopping.”
“Very productive day I think.” Cam laughs, kissing the side of my head. Is he going to freak out? I keep waiting for it. Instead, he settles more against me, and I don’t know what to do with this.
“Cam—”
He silences me with a kiss. “Not tonight. I don’t want to dissect it.
I just want to lie here with you. Okay?” His fingers slide over the fabric then play with the skin above my belly button.
“Don’t overthink.” Cam takes me into his arms completely, and I drown.
His chin rests on the top of my head. I can smell the scent of the bodywash he must have used at work before he came home.
Tomorrow is going to suck. I already know it.
But for now I can pretend this is real. That Cam and I are meant for each other.
I’m so tired. I’ve been out shopping all day, and with the adrenaline now waning my eyes are growing heavy. “Take a nap, Bo.” Cam kisses the side of my head as I fall asleep in his arms.