CHAPTER 13 #2
He hummed in appreciation, “Shit, Victor. You look...” A deep, rumbling groan replaced his words as he rubbed a palm over his own erection obscenely tenting the seam of his pants. But he made no move to pleasure himself further.
His eyes darkened as he leaned down, closed his eyes, and pressed a tonguing kiss to the weeping tip of my cock.
“Oh, fuck.” My hips bucked upward.
He did it again, and I had to slap a hand over my mouth to muffle the wanton moans spilling free. Even though no one should be here, that didn’t mean no one was. Charlie could still be lingering, or the janitors. The door wasn’t locked. Anyone could walk by and hear us.
My dick grew impossibly stiff as Cam wrapped his fingers around its base and squeezed.
I was far from an exhibitionist, but the thrill of the fear made adrenaline course through my body. My blood rapidly heated, causing my head to go dizzy with lust.
“Maybe I’ll just,” he licked a long stripe up the underside of my shaft, “bend you over this desk and finally fuck you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you.”
I whimpered, the fingers of my free hand white knuckling his hair. I couldn’t help but tug his head closer, wanting my cock filling his mouth. I needed to plug that wicked mouth so he’d stop saying such dirty things, or else I’d cum from just his words.
He chuckled, resisting. I let out a frustrated sound, hips lifting to meet his lips instead. His grip on my cock tightened and I winced at the burst of pleasured pain that jolted through me.
“You really want me to suck that beautiful cock of yours, don’t you?” he purred, pulling the head of my dick into the slick, wet heat of his mouth.
I dropped my hand from my mouth to gasp, “Yes... Yes.”
However, when I looked down, Cam’s eyes were already on me.
He was gazing up at me from beneath those thick, dark lashes, his flushed lips circling my cock.
Fuck, those lips looked so sexy wrapped around my cock.
And that lip ring rubbing the underside...
Gods. That blush was staining his cheeks and his eyes gleamed with challenge.
That was my first mistake.
Still watching me, his pierced tongue flicked at the sensitive V on the underside, and my hips jerked again. But this time, Cam didn’t stop me. He also didn’t stop me when both of my hands went back to his head and began tugging his head down.
And then I was fucking his mouth.
That was my second mistake.
Had I let Cam go slow and take his time, maybe I wouldn’t have cum so fast. Then I could have relished the pleasure for much longer than an embarrassing twenty seconds.
And that was all it took before I was spilling down Cam’s throat. When he swallowed, the flexing muscles of his throat working my cock, ringing it as he sucked long and hard to pull every last drop from me, I couldn’t hold back the guttural groan that left me.
Had anyone been walking by at that exact moment, there would have been no doubt as to what was going on within.
When he pulled his mouth free, his watery blue eyes flicked up to me as he licked his lips clean. He smiled and any air left in my lungs whooshed out of me in a rush. Because he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and I...
I loved him. It hit me like a bolt of lightning.
I loved Cam.
I really truly did.
***
The next day we were well on our way to the festival which was a few hours away. Cam drove most of the way. I had been surprised to learn that he actually liked driving, so I embraced being the passenger princess I was always meant to be.
We’d stopped at a diner for lunch and before we knew it, we were passing a sign welcoming us to Cresthill.
The anxiety of returning to this place hovered over me, looming like a storm cloud. I tried not to let it bother me as we parked outside the hotel and grabbed our bags to make our way in.
Once we’d checked in and received our room keys, we easily found our room. Cam and I both dropped our bags and flopped onto the large king-sized bed at the same time.
“Why are hotel beds always so squishy?” I asked as I nestled into the clean-smelling linen.
I had stayed in my fair share of hotel and motel rooms over the years. But this was by far the most comfortable bed I’d ever experienced. Cam chuckled and rolled onto his side to face me.
“What time does the festival start?” he asked, his hand reaching out to cradle the side of my face.
I nuzzled into his palm, greedy for his touch. “The gates open at six, but we probably want to get there a little early to park and get in line.”
He hummed thoughtfully, thumb tracing my lips. He shuffled closer. “That doesn’t give us much time.”
“Time for what?” I asked curiously.
The lascivious grin he gave me was answer enough. His hand trailed down my neck and shoulder to grip my waist. When he tugged me close, our rapidly filling cocks were pressed tightly through our jeans. I rubbed against him seeking the sweet friction, and we both groaned.
“Well,” I chuckled hoarsely. “I think we can make time for that.”
***
The festival was packed. Even though we’d shown up over an hour early, we still fought to find parking that wasn’t a mile away.