27. Cam
CHAPTER 27
CAM
S tella looks at me like she’s not sure if I’m serious.
I arch a brow in response. Challenge accepted.
By the way she got off on Wyatt’s lap, I don't think it’s going to be difficult at all.
I tap her shoulder. “Turn around.” I help her slide backward and stand up, then tug at one of her belt loops. “Okay if I take these off?”
Her eyes go big, and for a moment, I’m afraid I’ve pushed too far. “I’m not trying to have sex with you. It’s too soon for that. I just want to make you feel really good.”
“It’s been a long time since I …” Her words trail off as her eyes flicker toward the floor.
“Then this will be perfect. Nothing you need to do but enjoy yourself.”
“What are you planning to do?” Her question is quiet as a whisper.
I cup her chin so she’ll look at me. “Since I can’t kiss you here—” I brush my thumb over her bottom lip. “I’m going to kiss you here.” I trace a line from her hip toward her center, not quite touching her there … yet.
She’s quiet for a moment, then barely audible when she says, “No one’s ever done that.”
“Oh, Stella.” Maybe she’s inexperienced, or maybe she’s been with selfish dicks. Maybe both things are true. “I’ll make it so good for you. I promise.”
When she nods, I take off her pants, exposing silky pink underwear. “So pretty,” I say, as I kiss each of her soft thighs.
She’s covering the lower part of her stomach with her hand, and I hope it’s just a random thing, but in case it’s not, I kiss her there. “Your curves are so gorgeous. I love how soft your skin is.” I press my lips all along her middle, on her belly, her hips, her thighs. “I’m honored that you’re letting me see your beautiful body.”
My words seem to relax her, but there’s still tension in her legs.
I’ve heard that women can be self-conscious about having men so close to this part of their body. ”You don’t understand how sexy you are, how good you look, how good you smell.”
I slide her panties down and draw in a breath. “You’re so gorgeous, Stella.”
With reverence, I draw a finger through her folds. “I love how wet you are for us.”
When her stance softens, I ask her if she’d like to sit on Wyatt’s lap, and she nods.
I’m glad Wyatt’s here to hold her and make her feel safe and comfortable while I focus on her pleasure.
“Women seem to have no idea how good they taste.”
Her brows shoot up, and I give her a grin, then move in to sample her, first with a short lick, then a longer swipe of my tongue over her clit, making her … giggle?
“Did that tickle?”
She nods. “A little.”
“Try to relax.” I love making women laugh, but that’s not my goal at the moment.
Wyatt toys with her nipples and nuzzles her neck, as I drape her legs on the outside of his knees, spreading her open. “You look so good, and you taste even better,” I tell her. “A beautiful flower, with the sweetest nectar.” I take another long taste, and am happy to hear her moan instead of laugh.
My mouth is fully occupied now, but if it wasn’t, I’d explain that if women truly understood how men felt about their pussies, they’d be shoving them in our faces all the time. They’d be sending us pussy pics, giving nicknames to their ladybits, and talking about them nonstop.
Nah, women are much too classy for all that, but I wish they knew what goddesses they truly are.
Stella’s juices are flowing, dripping from her almost faster than I can keep up with. Her hips are quivering, and her intermittent moans are turning into a steady whimper as I focus on her clit, circling it with my tongue, flicking across it over and over, until she cries out.
“Let yourself go,” Wyatt tells her, sounding rough himself.
I almost feel bad keeping Stella’s pussy all to myself, but not bad enough to stop and switch places. At least Wyatt’s having a good time playing with her gorgeous tits.
I wasn’t sure Wyatt would be game for sharing her at all, so I’m shocked when he tells me, “Fuck her with your fingers, Cam. Make her come.”
I check for Stella’s response to this, and she looks surprised but doesn’t appear to object. In fact, she tilts her hips, giving me better access, and my cock, already rock hard, aches for her.
Next time. Hopefully soon.
I bury one digit inside her wet heat, and Stella moans. Fuck, she’s so wet.
Wyatt groans, his eyes fixed to where my finger disappears inside her over and over. I curl it to stroke a spot inside her, and am rewarded with the sight and sound of Stella losing control.
Her hand clamps onto Wyatt’s leg, her hips press upward, her head goes back, and she cries out. “Oh god, oh god!” Then her pussy throbs around my finger and I nearly come in my pants at how fucking hot she looks and how good she feels.
I keep my finger buried deep and press the palm of my hand against her pussy as she pulsates through her peak. When she starts to come down, I flick my tongue over her stiffened clit at a wild pace and keep fucking her with my finger until she cries out again, louder this time, disbelief mingled with the ecstatic expression on her face.
I keep her coming for as long as I can, my pride swelling bigger than my dick. She thought she couldn’t come again, but I made it happen—twice.
Well, Wyatt and I made it happen. His arms are still wrapped around her, holding her steady as she comes back to herself.
“I can’t believe that,” she says, when she finds her voice.
“That was so unbelievably hot, Stella.” I press a kiss to her soft inner thigh, then head to the hall bathroom to grab a towel and a washcloth, running it under warm water before I return.
Wyatt’s still holding her, talking quietly in her ear when I get back.
There’s not much to clean up, just a few shiny spots on her thighs, and when I dab at them, Stella looks down in surprise. If no one’s gone down on her before, it’s likely she hasn’t been well cared for after sex, either.
“Thank you,” she says, still looking dazed.
I gather her clothes, folding them into a neat pile. “The bathroom’s in the hall,” I remind her, “if you want to get dressed in there.”
Her eyes drop down to my pants, where my cock is still semi-erect. “You want me to get dressed?”
I take her in, from her flushed skin, to her darkened nipples, to her messy hair. “No, I definitely don’t want you to get dressed, but I don’t want you to regret how late you stayed out.”
“What time is it?” she asks.
When I tell her, she jumps up and grabs her clothes. “Oh, shit!”
“If you turn into a pumpkin, we’ll roll you home,” Wyatt calls after her, chuckling.
Both of us enjoy the sight of her ass as she hurries out of the room.