CHAPTER 12 #2
“I might not be as good at cooking as I am at baking, but I’ll get better for you,” he began as I stared at the flowers.
“I am so glad that you brought me back, that you gave me a second chance. And that you’re choosing to share it with me.
You are... You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, Victor. ”
My eyes were burning, lips trembling.
“I know we haven’t known each other very long,” he soldiered on, “but I want you to know how much I care about you. And I want to continue showing you just how much I care about you. If you’ll let me.”
At some point, my gaze lifted to land on Cam as I watched him spill his heart to me.
My eyes grew hot and heavy. Something warm dripped down my cheek, and I reached a hand up to swipe it away. My fingers came away damp.
Cam didn’t grow flustered at my sudden, unexpected tears. His expression merely softened as he moved the cake and flowers to the coffee table before us.
“Wow I... I never... cry,” I hiccupped as Cam wiped at the tears trailing stead paths down my cheeks. Then the waterworks I’d been fighting off spilled free.
My sniffles quickly devolved into harsh sobs that wracked my entire body, so Cam lifted me with those strong arms of his until I was cradled in his lap.
He pressed my cheek into his shoulder, rocking me gently as I cried.
I didn’t know what came over me, but I couldn’t seem to stop.
It felt like hours passed when really it was probably only a minute. And all the while he held me.
“Feel better?” he whispered into my still damp hair, palms running up and down my back and outer thigh.
I nodded, feeling drained but somehow lighter than I had in a long time.
I hadn’t cried when my mom left me and dad.
I hadn’t cried when I wasn’t accepted into my dream college.
I hadn’t cried when I was homeless, barely managing to get by.
I had cried the day I left Ron, but that seemed like a lifetime ago.
Almost like it all had happened to someone else; like it wasn’t my past.
“Well then,” Cam kissed away the remaining tears on my cheeks, “blow out your candles and make a wish.”
But what more could I really ask for? I thought as I stared blurrily ahead at the candles dripping colorful wax onto the cake’s icing.
I had a home, friends, a job I loved, and a boyfriend I cherished, who cherished me in return.
I had never been so happy, so content, so loved.
I had never had someone who cared so much about me to make me a cake for my birthday and pick me wildflowers.
Someone who genuinely cared the way Cam did.
Someone who showed his love in every way he possibly could.
I smiled, closed my eyes, and blew out the candles.
***
“Mmm,” Cam hummed. “You look... delicious.”
I wasn't exactly sure how I’d ended up like this, sprawled completely naked on the sofa.
Covered in icing.
It was everywhere. Literally. My face, lips, neck, chest, stomach, arms, thighs... Cam had spread the sweet white cream all over my body as if I was his own desert-themed canvas.
Everywhere he had painted the icing, his mouth licked and sucked, cleaning up every last spot.
When that wicked tongue of his dipped into my navel, I shivered beneath him.
My dick was throbbing and leaking where it bobbed completely untouched.
Even so, I was on the razor’s edge of cumming just from Cam’s mouth slowly tasting every inch of me.
And he certainly did take his time. I was panting and whining pathetically by the time I was licked clean.
I barely registered Cam leaning away from his position between my legs, arm reaching toward the mess of a cake on the low table. Nearly sobbing with relief, I eagerly watched him scoop a generous portion of icing then lathe up my stiff cock from root to tip.
“Ah! Cam... please...” I gasped as he coated my entire length in icing. Even my balls.
“Fuck,” Cam hissed as he shoved a pillow under my hips, raising my waist high just for him. Then those icing-coated fingers found my asshole and I groaned low and rough. “I’m going to eat this icing right out of your ass. And you’re going to cum before I even touch your cock.”
I mewled a pathetic whimper at the command.
He gripped my hips and tugged me toward him, situating myself so that I was somewhat bent in half with my legs spread obscenely wide.
One ankle hooked over the back of the sofa, the other left to dangle freely by Cam’s shoulder.
When his head bent low, mouth hovering just over my ass, he asked again,
“Do you understand, Victor?”
Gods, when Cam got like this, all sexy and commanding, it made my brain nearly melt with lust and desire.
My mind didn’t even know what it was agreeing to; all I knew was that I had to agree so that Cam would continue. And fuck, if I couldn’t get his mouth back on me in the next five seconds, I swore I would combust on the spot.
I nodded, a vigorous jerking up and down of my chin that I hoped conveyed how much I definitely, absolutely, one hundred percent understood. Cam saw right through me, but he didn’t say anything. And the first brush of his tongue against my hole nearly had me screaming.
I was wound so tight from all the licking and sucking, a session of foreplay that had gone on far longer than expected. Not that I was complaining.
When his tongue sank in deeper, past the tight ring of muscle, a garbled moan escaped me. It was somewhere between an “oh fuck yes don’t stop” and a “wait wait I’m ‘gonna cum!”
My hands flew down into his hair, fingers tangling in those messy black strands and pressing his mouth harder against me.
Cam didn’t object to the rough treatment, only licking me with a renewed, starving vigor.
I was so close and knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
He knew it too. It seemed I was always a hair trigger from climax when left to Cam’s ministrations.
And he had learned very quickly just what left me squirming and crying out with pleasure.
“I shouldn’t have put so much icing here,” he mumbled against me, tongue still lapping as he rimmed me into insanity. “I want to taste you so fucking bad.”
And that... Well. That did it.
With one final deep thrust of his tongue, I came.
Loudly. Obscenely. Pornographically. My pleasured shout tore from me as my body spasmed from its folded over position.
If I'd had closer neighbors, they certainly would have heard my cries of ecstasy. The fingers clutching Cam’s hair tightened to the point that it had to hurt as I held him against me, grinding my ass as best I could against his face while my body pulsed through the intensity of the orgasm.
When the waves of pleasure passed, leaving a lust-drunk me wrapped in overheated, sensitive skin, I went completely boneless. My throat clicked loudly as my legs fell open even wider, any and all inhibitions long gone. Shame? I had none. Self-restraint? Who knew her?
Not when Cam had made me cum from a damn rim job by literally eating frosting straight out of my asshole like it was the last supper.
“Wow,” he purred, his hum of approval buzzing over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh as he rested his cheek there. “You actually came without me touching your dick.”
My unspoken retort turned into a breathy gasp as Cam licked a long stripe up the underside of my soft cock. I flinched with oversensitivity and Cam proceeded to lick the icing clean off my balls. Drawing one into his mouth, he sucked so long and hard I nearly saw stars.
“Please...” I twitched violently, barely managing to choke out, “Please, it’s too... too much.”
My cock gave a valiant effort to rejoin the party, but the poor thing was spent. It merely flexed weakly once then rested softly against my stomach, seeing as I was still somewhat upside-down.
Cam reached over to grab yet even more icing, then plopped some directly onto my stomach, right alongside the streaks of cum. My eyes grew impossibly wide as I watched him lean down, open his mouth, then lick up the cum-frosting mixture without hesitation. All while holding my gaze.
“Oh, fuck,” I whined, reedy and hoarse.
Cam was a dirty, kinky, sexy beast and I loved it. Before I knew it, Cam was coating his fingers yet again.
Conclusion: there was no way I was going to survive this with my sanity intact.
The good news was, it didn’t take long before my dick was fully hard and ready for action once more. The bad news... Well, Cam eventually ran out of icing.
***
The next day, I returned to work. And thus, we fell into our new routine.
After my extra sweet birthday with Cam, before we knew it, a month had flown by.
I’d helped Cam get a job at the café bakery on the university campus, so he was able to ride with me to work.
Okay, so he – more like we – had some attachment issues; we were working on it.
I’d visit him on my lunch breaks where we would sit in one of the booths and chat about our days over coffee and whatever pastry he had baked that day.
Today’s was a warm, flaky cheese danish.
With it being the day before Thanksgiving break, the café was particularly busy.
Even with the loud atmosphere, Cam and I still found enjoyment in being in each other’s company.
And, as a bonus to me, I got to see him in his cute apron and hat, which was apparently called a toque.
I nearly huffed as he pulled it off and ran his fingers through his dark hair to fluff it out.
He grew a little exasperated when a few dark locks kept falling into his face. I leaned across the table and slid my fingers with warm familiarity into the soft strands, brushing them to the other side where they obediently stayed.
He smiled at me somewhat shyly, and I stared at the pink now staining his cheeks.