Chapter Fourteen #3
“I want you.” I squirm back on the bed and unhook my bra, so that I’m fully bared to him. “Come here and fuck me already, would you?”
He made me feel wanted in a way no fantasy ever has. Not like a girl in a book. Like a woman who could undo him with only her taste. That realization hums in my veins, hot and terrifying and addicting.
With a groan, Camden rises, chest heaving, and starts unbuttoning his shirt—but I can’t stop staring at his mouth.
Red, glossy, ruined from me. When he unzips and pulls himself out, I see him fully for the first time.
Thick. Long. Heavy at the base. I’d fantasized about this, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the raw reality of Camden Beck’s cock.
He pauses, pants on and dick out, and glances toward me through his lashes. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was shy. “Is there a problem?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No, I just. Um, wow. I can’t wait to see how you make that fit.”
He chuckles as he finishes undressing. “It’s not that big. Trust me, I’ve spent a lot of time in locker rooms. I’ve seen a lot of dicks.”
“You’re the perfect size,” I assure him. “I, for one, have not seen a lot of dicks, but yours is very nice.” I sit up on my elbows. “I could use my mouth, if you want?” Given how good he just made me feel, I’m eager to return the favor.
“Not tonight.” He lowers himself onto the bed and places his still-slick mouth over one nipple. I spasm against the mattress. Holy fuck, that tongue.
I lose myself in the moment, floating in a state of mindless bliss until he raises himself up again and produces a condom.
From where, I don’t know. His pants? Maybe I should be embarrassed.
But his mouth already rewired my nervous system—I’d let him conjure a condom out of thin air if it meant he’d keep going.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks.
I nod. Right now, I’m clenching down on air. His fingers were good, but I need more. “I am extremely sure.”
He stares like he doesn’t quite believe me. Like I’m the impossible part. He touches my face—only a brush of knuckles—and whispers, “You’re perfect like this.”
After rolling the condom on, Camden lowers himself on top of me and guides himself to my entrance. The first thrust of his hips sends his cock skidding across my belly. His second attempt ends in him pressed against my thigh.
“Fuck, I’m shaking,” he mutters. “I want this too much. I want you too much.”
“Let me help,” I say.
Camden moans when my hand closes around his cock. His hips rise to press the hot length of him against my palm.
He bucks into my palm. “Dot,” he growls, “you keep touching me like that and I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind.”
I guide the tip of him into me. My entrance resists for a moment, but then he’s inside me, sharing the same space. I tense up at the sudden discomfort of the intrusion. Oof, this part is not as good as the tongue thing.
It’s not pain, not really. More like pressure, stretching me open in a way that makes me bite my lip. I feel every inch of him. Every inch I give him. It’s too much and not enough all at once.
“Relax,” Camden whispers. “Oh, Dot, you feel so good. Relax. I won’t do anything until you do.”
It takes me a minute to adjust to his presence. When I think I’m ready for more, I say, “Now.”
Camden’s hips move, driving him deeper, and I let out a hoarse cry. He freezes.
“Too much?” he asks.
“N-n-no, oh, fuck, Camden, please, I need…”
Once again, I can’t quite articulate what I need, but he understands anyway. He thrusts deeper, taking his time, until at last he’s all the way inside me.
I thought I’d want him to hold me down and fuck me into the mattress, now that we’re finally here. I thought that would be what he wanted, too, but he surprises me by running his thumb across my bottom lip and moving in slow, deliberate thrusts.
“Please tell me you like this,” he whispers. “Please, tell me this feels as good for you as it does for me.”
I nod, then part my lips to suck his thumb into my mouth. “It’s better. Better than anything. You’re so big. It… it’s a lot. But I want all of it. I want you.” My voice breaks, and so does he.
Camden moans, and his pace increases. I clench around him, turned on by his obvious desire for me as much as the rest of it.
“Dot—fuck—Dot, I can’t—I need—” He buries his face in my neck. “Please let me have this. Let me come inside you. Let me feel it.”
I suck his thumb deeper into my mouth, and he cries out. I feel him pulse inside me, cock throbbing through the condom, hips stuttering in helpless rhythm. His whole body goes taut, then slack—like he poured every last piece of himself into me.
He doesn’t pull out. Just stays there, trembling, forehead pressed to mine. “You wreck me,” he whispers. “Dot. You always have.”
We lie there, locked together, limbs entwined. I let my eyes drift shut. According to Ye Olde Internette, I should get up to pee as soon as possible. Yes, I did my homework.
But not yet. In a minute. I want this moment to last as long as possible. I want to keep him like this. Heavy on top of me, inside me, undone and real. Not simply a moment. Ours.
I want to cherish the culmination of our first time, knowing with hungry certainty that it won’t be our last.