CHAPTER 10 #2
Why was I so bad at this? I had never shied away from taking the reins before, but with Cam...
my masks were off, the confident bluster and armor I wore stripped bare.
He had no idea the power he wielded over me, that I was willing to do anything he would say or ask of me.
He had no idea that, despite me being the witch, I was the one already under his spell.
My chest was rising and falling rapidly with nervous excitement, heart fluttering high in my throat. He carefully set the two items aside to grab both of my ankles and, with a swift tug, yanked me toward him further down the bed.
I released a startled but not displeased squawk which earned me a devious smirk from Cam.
The movement made my shirt ride up, exposing my lower stomach.
He placed a palm on my chest, sending me gently onto my back as he crawled over me.
He didn’t settle his full weight on me, instead resting on his forearms. But with our bodies pressed flush together, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, his heat was pouring over me, nearly as hot as the warmth spreading throughout my own body.
I could see the slight shaking of his hand as he reached it up to tenderly stroke soft, caressing fingers over my cheek.
His thumb danced across my lips which parted on a sweet gasp.
His eyes never left mine, heavy and dark with lust, as he pushed his index finger past my lips and into my open mouth.
I flicked the tip of his finger with my tongue and avidly watched his throat bob.
When I sucked him into my mouth and wrapped my tongue around his finger, I gave it a greedy lick as a rumble sounded deep in Cam’s throat.
One finger became two and the sounds I made sucking on them were borderline obscene.
He was obviously enjoying this as much as I was, if his stiff cock pressing insistently against mine was any indication. Just to see how he’d react, I rocked my hips upward into him and was rewarded with Cam’s delicious groan.
When he pulled his fingers free, they were wet and glistening.
“The wine...” I gasped, tongue tingling. “Are you still...”
He shook his head as he put his spit-slick fingers into his own mouth and sucked on them.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, rutting up into him again. It seemed that Cam was a dirty little pervert just like me. What a perfect pair we made.
He released his fingers to trail them along the hem of my shirt.
His touch tickled the bare skin just beneath the fabric sending sparks zinging all over my body and making my stiff cock jerk hard in the tight confines of my pants.
He leaned down, lips hovering flirtatiously above mine but just out of reach.
Warm breath tickled my flushed skin as our breaths mingled.
His nose nuzzled against mine as he hummed,
“You?”
“I’m... I’m good,” I breathed.
The wine had cleared from my mind the moment Cam had told me what he wanted from winning our bet. The only thing clouding my head now was this burning desire for Cam. This consuming need to have his hands, his lips, his tongue, all over my body.
“Tell me you want this,” Cam growled against my neck, and I arched into him.
“I... I want this,” I told him, hands clawing at the back of his shirt. “Please Cam. I want you. Please.”
I couldn’t hide the pleading tone in my voice, breathless as it was.
Cam’s lips trailed wet kisses down my neck while his hands worked their own magic, lifting my shirt higher so that my chest was exposed to his ministrations.
While his fingers flicked and twisted at my right nipple, his mouth clamped down on the other.
“Ah! Oh my...” My eyes fluttered shut and I gasped when his tongue and fingers worked in tandem to wring blinding pleasure from me.
“You like this, Victor?”
I let out a hoarse groan, spine arching deeply as my body instinctively drew nearer to his touch, seeking him.
“Yes! Fuck yes!”
I had always enjoyed my nipples having attention paid to them. There seemed to be a direct link between them and my cock and with every flick of his tongue or pinch of his fingers, my dick would flex eagerly in response.
“I bet you could cum just from me playing with your slutty nipples.”
“Mph!” I slapped my hand over my mouth, stifling my pleasured cries. I would probably cum just from him talking dirty to me like that.
He steadily worked his way lower, lips and tongue kissing and licking down my chest and to my navel, unraveling me as he went.
His fingers explored their way down my sides to grasp the dips in my waist. When his mouth reached the waistband of my pants, he pulled the fabric between his teeth and tugged.
He mouthed at my aching cock over my already damp jeans.
“I love the sounds you make, Victor,” Cam rasped against me. “You don’t have to hide from me.”
Once he got to work with my clothes, it was only a matter of seconds before I was completely naked beneath him.
There was something inherently lewd about being entirely naked with someone who was fully clothed.
But instead of feeling exposed and vulnerable as I would have in the past, I only burned hotter.
It felt deeply intimate as I was laid bare before him, body splayed for his gaze to admire, for his hands to explore, for his touch to tease.
“Fuck, just look at you,” Cam groaned.
His gaze roamed all over my body, dragging from head to toe then back up again.
I could practically feel every spot that his eyes took in, sending my skin aflame.
He was kneeling between my spread legs, taking in his entire unobscured view.
God, I bet he could see everything. Part of me itched to use my magic to turn off the light, but I didn’t dare.
My cock was needily jutting straight out, a steel hard bar that was painfully flushed and aching.
Sweaty, trembling all over, chest heaving, and confetti sticking to my damp skin, I probably looked like a complete and utter wreck.
“You’re so beautiful. And your skin is so soft,” he whispered as his palm slid down my stomach possessively.
“I love this mole here.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin on my inner thigh.
Then another a little higher, dangerously close to the apex of my thigh.
“And here.” Another. “And your cock. I bet your cock tastes as good as the rest of you.”
I could only watch, breath catching as his mouth hovered over the head of my dick. And when his tongue emerged to lap at the leaking tip, my hips twitched upward off the bed, accidentally jabbing him in the chin with its desperation.
“Sh... Shit, sorry,” I stuttered, covering my embarrassment with my shaking hands.
Cam chuckled, the sound practically vibrating into my balls. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?”
I whined, hands falling to clutch at the sheets beneath me, “Cam...”
“Shh baby,” he crooned. “I know.”
Oh shit, I needed to hear him call me that again. Every day. Forever. Had I been standing, that one mere word would have brought me directly to my knees.
Then my cock was being swallowed within warm, wet, smooth heat as Cam’s mouth sank over its length.
I didn’t consider myself large, but I wasn’t small.
He swallowed me in one fluid, sucking motion until his lips were pressing against my pubic mound and the head of my cock bumped the back of his throat.
And when he swallowed around the head, throat constricting like a vice, my brain nearly short-circuited.
“Oh fuuuck,” I cursed on a shaky breath, overwhelming pleasure flooding my mind.
Then he began to move. His tongue was so big and thick as it wrapped around my dick between those sucking draws that the sensations were driving me wild.
Every now and then his teeth would graze me, but the slight pain only heightened the pleasure.
Through the haze, I could feel the hard ball of his tongue piercing dragging along the underside of my cock, making me shiver.
He hummed around me, sending vibrations tingling along the shaft and into my balls. When he deliberately slid up so that the metal piercing dragged along that sensitive V, I choked, nearly cumming far too soon.
After bringing me to the edge over and over, he pulled his mouth free and I heard him take a deep breath.
One hand cupped my balls while the other shuffled around on the bed in search of something.
When I heard the click of a bottle cap, I readied myself for the cold, slick wetness.
The hand on me squeezed gently as his index finger pushed back and into my taint.
I shuddered hard, exhaling a trembling moan.
My entire body was quivering and coiled tight with need.
Cam gave me no warning before the tip of his lube-slick finger was grazing lightly against my hole. I felt it twitch and tighten in surprise as he rubbed small, teasing circles. Then his finger curled, pushing inward slightly.
He whispered, “Baby, relax for me.”
I did. Then he was pushing inside me to the knuckle, making me shiver with pleasure.
I bore down as he carefully worked a second finger in alongside the first, and the sweet pressure built and built as he loosened me with such tender patience.
It had been a long time since I’d had anything but my own fingers or a dildo up my ass and his fingers were delightful. Long and thick and perfect.
He purred, “You’re so hot inside.”
My eyes fluttered when two became three and I sucked in a ragged breath as Cam’s wonderful fingers filled and stretched me, working me open in preparation.
I didn’t know what to fully expect from him, didn’t know how far he was wanting to go.
But the anticipation of not knowing sent my heart racing even faster than it already was, a rapid pace that left me dazed and lightheaded.
At some point he had crawled up my body once more to rasp in my ear, fingers still deep in my ass thrusting in and out. “Are you ready, Victor?”