Chapter 19
Heavy breaths, slickened bodies, and pumping hearts are the three most outwardly obvious things in the room right now. The less obvious is the ache between my legs.
The pain.
It’s a raw throb that’s positively tortuous. How do teenage girls get through this with guys who don’t know what they are doing?
After the sharp, initial part was over, the build of my orgasm helped mask the pain. Now that it’s all over and I’ve come back to the land of the living, I feel it everywhere.
Regardless, the soreness doesn’t discredit the part when it got good. Really good. Deep, penetrative, mind-blowingly good. The entire experience was nothing like I had imagined.
From the look in Camden’s eyes to his tender touches and words of affirmation, it was all surprising. Very unlike what I had expected from a Penis Number One.
At one point, I swear he looked at me as if he could see my soul. It was unnerving. But I suppose it’s normal to feel some natural connection when your bodies are literally joined in the most carnal way possible. He was inside of me after all.
Plus, I know virgin sex is huge on a bloke’s bucket list, so that had to be all his expression was about at the end.
And that is precisely why I wanted my first time to be with someone experienced.
Because, regardless of all those strange feelings, it was still incredible.
The whole area between my thighs is raw and needy as if I want more but can’t possibly take it.
I can now say that “hurt so good” is an expression I fully endorse.
Camden remains collapsed on top of my body with his face buried in the pillow beside my head. His muscled back rises and falls with each lung intake.
“Are you okay?” he mumbles into the pillow, finally showing signs of life.
“Yeah,” I reply, noting him softening inside me.
He rolls over and stands up, naked and completely unashamed of his softening erection. I feel awkward and unsure what to do until he bends over and scoops me up in his arms.
I wrap my hands around his neck and ask, “What are we doing?” But he doesn’t answer.
He carries me down the hallway and into the loo, where he sets me down on the counter and turns the water on. He grabs two towels out of the cabinet, places them on the warming bar, and opens the glass shower door. He avoids eye contact with me as his head motions for me to get in.
So I do.
Once encased in the small glass space with him, I feel a bit awkward. He hands me the shampoo and finally looks at me with a meek, sort of small half smile.
Okay, so we’re showering together as if this is a normal thing we do. He holds my shoulders and positions me so I’m beneath the stream. Then he tips my head back, using his hands to help soak all of my hair.
And now he’s washing my hair.
When I close my eyes to rinse out the shampoo, I feel his lips on my collarbone but can’t open them to see him yet. He moves up my neck, dragging his chin along my neckline with every kiss.
We switch places and I attempt to help him wash his hair. With our height difference, it’s not as easy for me, though.
He loads up a sponge and rubs soap all over my body. I flinch when he gently swipes it between my legs.
“Sensitive?” he asks quietly. “Or does it hurt?”
I swallow and drop my chin, embarrassed by how badly I want more when I’m so clearly hurting down there. “Both. Sensitive on the outside.” He nods and pulls his lips between his teeth.
After we finish rinsing, he cuts the water and we step out to towel off. He casually wraps one around his waist, leaving his chest damp with water.
Camden Harris in a towel is still a sight to behold.
He begins brushing his teeth and offers me a toothbrush with paste on it, too.
“This isn’t Tanner’s, is it?” I ask, joining him at the counter.
He shakes his head and passes it over. We brush our teeth next to each other like two normal folks. I mean, never mind he just took my virginity and gave me an earth-shattering orgasm to boot.
The aching pain he’s left behind just makes me want more. So much more. I’m glad I agreed to adjust our arrangement. These next few days are sure to be the best Tequila Sunrise moments yet.
After we rinse off our toothbrushes, he finally speaks again. “I want to try something.”
He moves toward me, my butt hitting the countertop as I turn to watch him. “What?”
“Just trust me.” His gaze drops down to my body as he turns me so my back is pressed against his front and we can see our towel covered bodies reflecting in the mirror.
He slowly unravels mine and then his own. Staring at our naked reflections in the mirror, my first instinct is to cover myself; however, the heated look of his eyes on me is so intense, I automatically arch into him.
His hands reach around and cup both of my breasts. “Do you know how hot you are, Specs?” he whispers in my ear while kneading my breasts in his hands.
Unable to find my voice, I swallow hard and my breaths come out shaky.
“Your body is like a sweet, juicy morsel that begs me to fuck it.” I moan softly when he rolls each nipple between his fingers.
He stops his assault on my nipples and trails his fingers slowly downward over my abdomen, finally stopping at the area between my legs.
“I’m going to touch you here. Right on your sweet little pussy.” His hands spread my thighs apart. “But don’t worry. This won’t hurt.”
“Okay,” I all but moan, the combination of his naughty words and the growth of him pressing into my back nearly sending me over the edge all on their own.
Then he’s touching me again, just on the clit this time. His skilled motions take an embarrassingly small amount of time to get me off. I was still so keyed up and raring to go, it isn’t more than thirty seconds before I am coming apart all over.
When I’m done crying out for the man upstairs, Cam smiles, kisses the side of my neck, and murmurs, “I think I found your button.” Then he strides out of the bathroom without a look back.
After a moment of confusion, I grip my towel around me and make my way back to his room to find him putting fresh sheets on his bed.
He watches me carefully as I move to the other side of the bed to help. He’s found a pair of shorts now, thank God. Maybe now I can think straight for once.
As I pull down the corner of the fitted sheet, I can’t help but ponder over what the next couple of days will be. This feels more intimate than I thought it would. More personal. Not like sleeping with a player. Unless this is all a part of his well-practised game?
“Are you going to tell me what has you chewing your lip like it’s a piece of bubblegum?” he asks, tossing the pillows back on the bed and launching the last one at me.
I catch it and concurrently release my lip. “Probably not.”
He huffs once. “Am I going to have to force it out of you?”
He seems less introspective after our bathroom antics. “I don’t have to spill all my thoughts to you just because you say so.”
“After I fuck you for the first time you do.” His face looks cocky but his eyes look tense. “Don’t tell me it wasn’t good. I’m not stupid.”
“It was better than good,” I offer and definitely mean it.
“Then why the sour face?”
I know I won’t be able to get away from his question. Honestly, he deserves an answer. I don’t want him to think that I didn’t like it. “It just felt…different than what I imagined.”
“Different how?” he asks.
“Nothing. This is daft.” I quirk a brow at him. “That was the best sex of my life, Camden Harris. Is that what you need to hear?”
“That was the only sex of your life, Indie Porter.”
The sound of a buzzer interrupts the tension brewing between us. Camden looks at the time. “Fuck.”
“What?”
“I completely forgot.”
“Forgot what?”
“My sister was coming over.”
“Vi? Oh God. Should I hide?” My eyes are wide with worry.
I don’t want his sister to know what’s going on, no matter how psychic his family is.
His brother last night was one thing. We were in a public setting.
But his sister seeing me here is a whole different thing.
I’m still his doctor for the next three weeks.
I’m going to be operating on him. This is bad. This is very, very bad.
“No. You’re not going to hide,” he says as he rustles in his dresser for some clothes.
“Cam, I wouldn’t feel right operating on you if your sister knows we’ve—”
“Had the best sex of your life?” he finishes.
“Yes!”
“She’s not going to care. What she would care about is me hiding a girl in my closet. My sister would castrate me. And she’ll know. There’s no use hiding it.”
“This is awful,” I groan. His family is everywhere. How do people live like this? “What should I do?”
“Put some clothes on to start.”
He tosses me a pair of compression tights and a T-shirt, reminding me of our tryst in the hospital bathroom. Gosh, that feels like ages ago now.
“Hey,” Vi’s voice calls from the entry.
I yank the shirt down over my head and bounce on one foot as I shove my legs through the leggings. “She has her own key?”
He shrugs as if it’s totally normal for his family to waltz in and out of his flat.
“Where are you—Oh!” Vi comes face-to-face with Camden as he tries to exit his room to stop her before she walks in.
He puts his hand on the doorframe, blocking her view of me, but she drops her head and catches me adjusting the band on the leggings.
“Well, hello to the both of you. I didn’t realise you had company, Cam. ”
“Hello, Vi.” I give a self-conscious wave, wishing like hell my hair wasn’t still wet from our shower. I wince when I see Cam’s is still wet as well.
“Hiya, Dr. Porter.” She grins lasciviously. “Nice to see you again.”
“I was just—”
“Dr. Porter was just making a house call.” Camden turns away from the door and strides over to stand beside me. “My knee needed tending to.”