CHAPTER 13 #3
And even though we waited in line for an obscenely long time, it was worth it. It was seriously some of the most fun I’d had in years. And having Cam at my side to enjoy the revelry with made it that much sweeter.
There had been a few smaller bands that played to open for the headliner, and they had all been amazing.
The food was delicious, the virgin drinks creative and colorful, and we’d even managed to buy a couple of t-shirts before they’d sold out.
The crowds had been so pumped up by the time the main band made it to the stage that I thought I’d be trampled or smooshed if Cam wasn’t at my side.
He’d held my hand nearly the entire time, his body a wall of protective muscle.
I didn’t know if it was an anxiety thing or a possessive thing, but even while acting as my personal shield, he still seemed to have had a blast. Especially if his collection of colorful glowsticks donning his attire were any indication.
Cam had at least two dozen glowsticks on him, all circling his neck, his wrists, and even his ankles.
I had made a crown of mine, which Cam was currently trying to straighten as it had gone crooked yet again where it sat on my unruly, glitter-dusted curls.
We stumbled into the elevator of our hotel drunk on happiness.
I was giddy with it, so loose and carefree and happier than I had ever been.
By the time we made it to our room, we had left a trail of confetti and glitter in our wake. Because, of course there were magic glitter bombs. And confetti bombs and bubble wands and so many freaking glowsticks.
It was going to take days to wash the glitter out of our hair and clothes. But I didn’t care.
A vibrant purple streak of it had smeared across Cam’s cheek, so I leaned in and kissed it just to get a taste.
I was too distracted to really take in the way Cam’s expression transformed, but my blood still raced all the same.
Then, before I could react, my back was being pressed into the door with a thud as Cam’s tall, hard body pinned me in place.
“Cam-” I gasped before my words were swallowed by Cam’s lips.
His tongue sank into my mouth in a hungry, greedy swipe. The glitter had no taste; all I could taste was him. Well, him the sweet virgin sangria we had been drinking all night. And that alone was enough to make me drunk off him.
I fumbled in my pocket for the key card to unlock the door, but Cam’s mouth had found its way to my neck like a damn vampire, thoroughly distracting me.
“Cam...” I moaned, back arching deeply. “Bed. Now.”
He gently bit down on the sensitive skin and I gasped, cock twitching eagerly at the brief flash of pain.
“Yeah,” he mumbled against my neck, licking away the hurt.
Then his hand was digging into my pocket for the room key.
He palmed my aching cock just before pulling the card out and unlocking the door.
I nearly toppled backward from it opening had Cam not grabbed my hips and pulled me back until our bodies were flush once again.
It seemed he didn’t want to be apart from me any more than I did. And that worked perfectly for me.
Because I had plans for this evening’s activities. Plans I’d come well prepared for. And Cam was going to be in for one hell of a surprise once he finally took my pants off. Which he was currently working on like the proactive sweetheart that he was.
I’d worn my black skinny jeans for this event, and he was having some difficulties sliding them down over my ass and straining erection. He growled with frustration, a cutely disgruntled noise,
“I’m going to rip them off.”
He dropped to his knees before me to tug at them with intense sexual frustration.
“Don’t you dare,” I crooned, tangling my fingers in his glittery raven hair. “These are my favorite pants. Make my ass look great.”
He groaned loudly as he finally got them over said great ass, taking my underwear with them so that my cock sprang free. I glanced down and... shit, how had glitter gotten there too?
“They do make your ass look fantastic,” he admitted, bringing his palms around to grip my bare cheeks as he stared at my dick like he was seconds away from devouring it whole. Then me.
Oh fuck, please yes, please do that, I silently begged.
Cam seemed to see the pathetic plea in my eyes as I stared down at him expectantly.
He grinned up, expression filled with wicked delight as he made no move to take my straining cock into his mouth.
He was so close, no more than an inch separating his lips from the leaking tip, and I could feel each puff of his hot breath against the flushed head.
His fingers slowly began trailing back toward the seam of my ass and I grinned smugly down at him.
Payback was about to be a bitch.
I was granted the opportunity to see the exact moment when Cam’s fingers finally found the surprise. His breaths hitched and his eyes widened, flaring with intense heat. They finally left my cock to stare up at my face in shock and... excitement.
“You...” Cam’s voice was low and scratchy, and he swallowed. “You had a butt plug in for the whole concert?”