CHAPTER 17
Frosting-fantasy-induced boners
and confessions.
IT TURNED OUT THAT cremating Ron's remains was far too easy when you were best friends with a morally gray mortician. It was a good thing I didn’t have the particular proclivity for killing people, because I could totally get away with it.
The most difficult problem we faced was ensuring our “victim” didn’t become a ghost and haunt our house.
It had taken me several days to acquire all of the ingredients needed for the cleansing spell, but since it took so long, the Darkmage Web’s version of Reddit also helpfully explained how it would be safest to also perform an exorcism on the house as well.
Cover all our bases and all that.
It meant we’d had to say goodbye to our resident ghost, Sylvia, but according to Cam, she was more than ready to move on. Especially if it meant not being forced to endure the chorus of our “wild sexual escapades.”
Her words, not ours.
She still refused to reveal where the secret entrance to the hidden attic was though, so I was somewhat salty.
But even that couldn’t cloud my bubble of pure happiness as I sat at the kitchen table watching Cam baking the last batch of his delicious pumpkin scones.
Well, more accurately, I was watching his ass as he bent over to pull the tray from the oven.
Unholy shit, even in those sweats his ass was so round and pert.
I just wanted to scamper over there and bite it. He’d probably like it.
It wouldn’t be the first time I jumped Cam when he was doing simple, mundane things. And it certainly wouldn't be the last. Only he could make things like doing dishes or laundry sexy.
Ever since our lovely, steamy getaway, our days at home were spent mostly, to my utter delight, naked.
We were insatiable for each other, and I considered myself to have a high sex drive, but I didn’t have the stamina for these all-day sex marathons, even though I wished to all the gods that I did.
Ever since that night in the hotel, we’d had sex basically every day, except for the day of “the incident.” It was practically all Cam wanted to do. Hell, I wasn’t much better, but I was barely keeping up. I was almost thirty! Was this much sex normal?
Just last night, when I say we had sex all night, I literally meant all.
Night. We had made love for hours. There was hardly a moment where his dick wasn’t plugging my ass or my throat.
Or when he wasn’t choking on mine. Every day, multiple times a day.
So many times, that I truly couldn’t remember how many.
And it was everywhere.
Bent over the counter as I was making coffee, sprawled over my desk in my office at work, me in his lap on the sofa riding him, us in the shower with my back pressed to the wall and both of my legs in the air as he used my hips as leverage to plunge my body onto his cock over and over...
But after five days of this sex marathon, I was getting a bit sore. I swore my asshole had lost its ability to clench shut at this point. Cam could probably just bend me over and shove his dick inside me without the need to loosen me up at all.
I swallowed hard. Why was the thought of that so fucking hot?
“What in the world are you daydreaming about?” Cam questioned from...
“Satan, when did you get down there?” I startled with a jolt at Cam, who was kneeling between my legs from beneath the table.
He was deftly undoing the tie on my UFO pajama pants just above the very prominent bulge of my cock. When had I gotten hard?
Cam pulled down the hem of my pants with his teeth. “I asked you first,” he mumbled through a mouthful of fabric.
With no warning, he swallowed my cock in one go, lips pressing firmly against the thatch of hair at the base.
“Fuck, Cam,” I hissed as my head slammed back into the chair.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, and he hummed in approval. I knew what that meant, so I tightened my grip, pulled his head up then down over my dick, and proceeded to fuck his mouth.
It was so warm and wet and the pressure of his perfect suction was enough to drive me wild.
He always applied just the right amount of pressure as his pierced tongue worked in tandem with those fluttering cheeks.
I was embarrassingly close to release already.
When he pulled back and flicked that piercing over the sensitive tip, I gasped sharply.
“What were you thinking about, baby?” he purred with another relentless lave of his tongue.
“That you’re-” I cut off with a rough groan as he deep-throated my length.
“Mmm, oh shit, that you’re so sexy when you bake.
You’re just...” Cam swallowed around the head of my cock, and I fumbled to speak as his throat squeezed me tight.
“No matter what you’re doing, you’re seductive as fuck, Cam. ”
Cam withdrew to gulp a deep breath, blue eyes watering and wet lips already flushed a dark pink.
“You’re one to talk, Vic,” Cam growled as he caressed my balls with his tongue. Fuck, that wicked tongue. “Sitting there in a turned-on daze while you stare at my ass. I can’t keep my hands off you. Especially my mouth.”
When he sank a long finger into his mouth then dragged it between my legs to sink easily inside, the sound that left my mouth was nothing more than a pathetic whimper.
I leaned back to give him better access as he sucked my cock and fingered my ass at the same time.
Wanting to prolong the intense sensations for as long as possible, I pulled his head up so that he was only sucking on the tip and held him there.
Shudders of pleasure rippled down my spine as he moaned around me before I plunged his mouth fully over my cock once more.
Almost at the same time, his fingertip pressed further and grazed my prostate, causing my body to seize up in a rush.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Cam, Cam!” I choked out. “Wait... I’m... I’m ‘gonna-”
A garbled moan escaped me as I thrusted up and came so hard down Cam’s throat that I went light-headed, brain going fuzzy with ecstasy.
The fingers of his other hand dug into my thigh as he continued those sucking draws through every pulse of pleasure until I went limp with sated bliss.
I heard him swallow before he pulled off, but left his finger buried knuckle deep.
He gave the tip of my cock a final sucking kiss before moving to my inner thigh.
Humming, he nibbed on the sensitive skin there making me shiver with little aftershocks.
“We need to get ready soon,” he said through those delectable little love bites.
I squeaked none too seductively and whined, “Can’t we just skip?”
“And you’ll eat the dozens of scones, cookies, and cupcakes I baked?” he chuckled.
I grinned down at him smugly. “I am an overachiever.”
“It’s Alice’s engagement party.” He placed a particularly hard bite on my thigh that I knew would leave a delightful mark. “We cannot skip or be fashionably late.”
Only two days after we’d returned from our trip, Mandy had proposed to Alice. They planned a last-minute get-together to celebrate, and Cam was their chosen patissier. He'd even made them a three-tier cake and everything, the sweetheart.
The whole thing had made him super excited, and I was so beyond proud of him. Alice was already spreading the word to her circles of friends, family, and the families of those she tended to at the morgue. He already had catering for a few funeral receptions lined up in the coming months.
It was fitting, I supposed, given everything. And hell, it was a start to his dream!
I heaved a dramatic sigh as I stroked his hair, then sucked in a surprised breath when his one finger became two.
“Says the man who won’t stop fingering my ass,” I said this but spread my legs as wide as my pants would allow.
“We do have a little time,” he purred, a devilish smile to his voice. “How about a quick shower before we head out?”
“You mean how about a quickie in the shower?” I quipped, a smirk playing at my lips.
His two fingers became three and my eyes fluttered closed. He hummed thoughtfully as he worked me open. When I couldn’t take it any longer, panting with need, I gripped Cam’s wrist between my legs and gave him a hungry stare.
“Enough. Now, be a good boy and fuck me in the shower.”
***
Alice’s and Mandy’s party went off without a hitch.
It wasn’t a huge event, just twenty or so of their closest friends and family members.
Everyone loved Cam’s pastries, and he’d gone pink with embarrassment at the compliments and praise.
We’d stayed to help clean up and were just stacking the rest of the boxes of simple decorations and few leftover scones I’d hidden for myself into my car when Cam cleared his throat behind me.
I turned to him and suddenly realized that we were the last people along the deserted street of Dolly’s and Delia’s diner, which was where we had suggested they have the party.
The ladies had been ecstatic, even more so about meeting more of Cam’s friends – namely Alice and now Mandy – and had even made several homemade pizzas for the event.
When I faced Cam, my eyes grew impossibly wide.
He was standing there looking all the while like a schoolboy presenting his crush with a bouquet of flowers.
Because that was what he was now holding between his hands.
In that moment, I had two questions: where was he getting these flowers from and where had he been keeping them this time?
“Awe, Cam, they’re lovely,” I crooned as I shut the car door and strode to stand before him. They were more winter wildflowers of varying colors, all tied together with a simple ribbon. “Thank you.” I smiled softly up at him, propping onto my toes to give him a sweet, pleased kiss.
When I pulled back, I noticed the deep blush spreading from his cheeks to the tattoo on his neck. I watched his throat bob once, twice before he spoke,