Chapter 33
Ellie
Iblink up at Camden, surprised.
“Oh, um…you don’t have to,” I say.
He drops to his knees, takes off the rest of his clothes, and quirks an eyebrow. “I know I don’t have to, Ellie. I want to.”
My nerves kick up when I think about the first and only time I did this with my ex.
Actually, tried is a better word. I asked him to do it, and he tried for a minute.
When I didn’t come right away, he stopped and made a comment about how I needed to relax more.
I told him I was trying, and then we got into an argument about it, and he left the room.
And that was it. I never asked him to go down on me again because I was too embarrassed about what a disaster it was the first time we tried to do it.
And I figured that there was probably something wrong with me that made him not want to do it at all…just like how sex with me didn’t work out either.
The warmth of Camden’s palm on my knee pulls me back to the present.
“Hey.” His voice is soft, just like his gaze. “What’s the matter?”
I shake my head. “Nothing.” I try to smile, but I bet it looks forced.
He blinks, the concern in his eyes deepening. My shoulders slump despite how I’m trying to play this off. It was such a high giving him a blowjob, seeing him so turned on, watching him unravel as I took him into my mouth and drove him wild with my tongue and my hands.
Seeing Camden, this sexy, experienced hunk, lose all composure because of me made me feel so powerful. I felt like a sex goddess.
And now, just a couple of minutes later, I feel like a shrinking violet.
He swipes away a chunk of my hair that’s fallen into my face. “Did I say something to upset you?”
Warmth courses through my entire body at how much he cares, at how he can tell just from looking at me that I’m upset. My ex never could. I could cry in front of him, and he wouldn’t have bothered to ask what was wrong.
But Camden can tell from my body language and the sound of my voice that something’s off with me. That’s how much he cares about me.
I clear my throat as I work up the nerve to tell him.
“Are you nervous because you’ve never done this before?” he asks, his tone soft.
I shake my head. “It’s not that. It’s just…I tried this with my ex once, and it didn’t work out.”
Camden’s eyebrows crash together. “What do you mean by ‘didn’t work out’?”
I play with the delicate ruffle on the front of my dress.
“He tried for a few minutes, but I didn’t have an orgasm, so he just stopped.
He said I needed to relax more, and I told him that I was trying to, that it was my first time, and I wished that he’d be more patient with me.
But then we got into an argument about it, and after that we never tried it again. ”
Camden leans back on his heels, resting his hands on the tops of his massive quads. He looks off to the side, glaring at the wall. He shakes his head and bites down, his jaw bulging like he’s pissed.
“What a prick,” he mutters.
“I just don’t want you to try to do it and then get upset with me.”
He turns to look at me, his gaze determined. “I’d never get upset with you about something like this, Ellie. Ever.”
That tight feeling in my gut loosens the longer I look at him. Of course he’d never get upset with me. He’s been so patient and sweet this whole time, letting me take the lead on the things that I feel comfortable doing. He showers me in compliments and praises me as he talks me through it.
He’s the perfect partner.
Friend. Perfect friend. Not partner.
I sit with that quiet reminder I’ve given myself and then refocus.
“I know you’d never get upset with me,” I say. His expression eases. He looks relieved. Like he can’t stand the thought of me thinking he’d ever be mad at me.
“You really want to go down on me?”
His mouth curves up in a sly smile. He nods. “Yeah. It turns me on like crazy.”
I can’t help but smile. One thing I know about Camden is that he’s honest, always. He wouldn’t ever lie to me.
There’s a spark in my tummy as I lie down on the bed. His blue eyes go glittery as he pushes up the skirt of my dress. His gaze runs up my legs, settling between my thighs.
He looks up at me. “Can I touch you?”
My breathing kicks up at the rasp in his voice, at how turned on he sounds right now just looking at me. “Yes.”
He runs his thumb along the crotch of my panties. The soft touch sends shivers all over me, and I whimper.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he says in a low, rough voice.
“It really turned me on to go down on you,” I admit, my heart pounding in my chest.
A smug look flashes in his eyes as he smiles. “We have that in common. This turns me on too.”
He lowers his face to my pussy and licks me roughly outside of my panties. My mouth falls open as I gasp.
He licks me again and again, groaning each time.
That familiar ache between my legs is back, only this time it’s hotter, more intense. Feeling Camden’s tongue this close to the most intimate part of my body has me so turned on.
My inner thighs start to twitch, and my clit is throbbing. He’s not even touching my skin yet, and already I know I’m not going to have any trouble having an orgasm.
His tongue keeps that firm, steady rhythm for a minute. I thread my fingers into his hair, pulling harder the more turned on I get.
Well. This is very, very different from the first time I tried to do this with my ex.
Camden drags his tongue over my panties, then pulls away to kiss the inside of my thigh. Then he goes back to teasing my clit.
It’s like he’s toying with me, drawing this out so I don’t come too fast.
My skin is on fire from all the teasing he’s doing to me. So when he finally slides off my panties and tosses them aside, I whimper out of sheer relief.
His mouth slants up in a sexy half-smile. “You ready to feel me, baby?”
I nod, feeling dizzy already. “So ready.”
Gently, he runs his thumb along my slit, which is soaking wet. I don’t miss the way his eyes light up. His throat bobs as he swallows. “I love how wet you get for me. It’s so fucking hot.”
Before I can say anything, he leans down and swipes his tongue along my pussy. I cry out.
He chuckles roughly. “From just one lick, huh?”
“I can’t help it,” I say, my voice breathy. “I’m so turned on.”
“It seems like you like being teased, Ellie baby.”
“I-I think I do. I…”
I trail off when he runs his tongue along my pussy once more. He does it a few more times, until I’m gasping and gripping the bedsheets.
He kisses the inside of my thighs. “You were saying?”
I stare at the ceiling, amused at how he’s teasing me. “I’m kind of surprised I like being teased because the whole time, I’m aching to come. But the teasing makes it better.”
I glance down to see Camden staring at me, a satisfied look on his face. “That’s the fun part about teasing. It’s like the sweetest, hottest torture with the best payoff.”
He swirls his tongue gently over my clit, and I gasp, taking all the room in the air with me.
“It makes for one hell of an orgasm,” he says before flicking his tongue over my clit again and again.
Oh my god.
His soft, warm tongue is unreal. He knows how to apply the perfect amount of pressure. He knows the exact right rhythm. It’s like he can read my body and my cues like a book.
Heat simmers through my entire body. My legs are shaking, and I’m making the most desperate noises I’ve ever made in my life.
My clit is throbbing, aching with the need for release. I’m overheated and shaking, and I want more than anything to come right this second.
“Camden, I’m close,” I rasps.
“I can tell,” he murmurs against my skin.
Pressure surges up my chest, and that lightning bolt feeling hits me.
My eyes roll back as I explode. I tug my hand through Camden’s hair, grinding my pussy against his face. I cry out his name. I’m so loud, my throat aches. I can’t help it though. That’s how good this orgasm feels. That’s how good Camden is with his mouth.
My arms and legs shake. It feels like every inch of my body is on fire with pleasure. Even my brain. It’s gone offline completely. I can’t see or think or process. All I can do is lie there as this orgasm ravages me.
I gasp, my lungs aching like I’ve just sprinted a race. I blink quickly, struggling to see.
I finally make out the image of Camden sitting up on his knees and wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist, a fiery and wild look in his eyes.
He leans down and presses a whisper-soft kiss to the top of my thigh. My heart flutters in my chest as I stare at him. I need a second to process just how sweet and sexy he is.
Gently, he pulls my dress back down, then joins me on the bed. He lies down on his side and props himself up with his elbow, then swipes my hair out of my face.
That’s when I realize how my hair is loose now.
I bite back a shy smile, self-conscious that I orgasmed so hard that I messed up my updo.
“You look beautiful,” Camden says, as if he can read my mind. “You always look beautiful when you come.”
That warm feeling settles in my chest once more. I can’t help the giddy smile that breaks free when I look at him.
I run my gaze over his naked body. I swallow hard, taking my time as I admire all those hard lines and stacked muscle.
“And you look like a Greek god,” I say.
He chuckles and kisses me. I close my eyes, humming at how comfortable and easy it feels to be with Camden like this. To be good enough friends that he’s willing to teach me all the sexy things I want to learn in the bedroom.
I still can’t believe it worked out this well.
Is this what it feels like when you’re in a good relationship? Or is it just because Camden and I are such good friends? Because if this is what a good relationship is like, this is exactly what I want.
But you can’t have it. Not with Camden. He’s your best friend who’s doing you a favor. And in less than a year, this will all be over.
I try to ignore how that sinking, disappointed feeling sprouts up inside of me once and instead focus on the moment—on all the good things that are happening.
I’m becoming more comfortable with myself in the bedroom.
I’m able to orgasm more easily than I thought I could. And it’s all because of Camden.
The muffled sound of fireworks goes off outside. Camden glances over his shoulder toward the bedroom window.
“Wow. Coach Porter got fireworks for his wedding. What a stud,” Camden says.
I sit up. “I wanna go outside and watch. And get some wedding cake. Abby said the chef made it from almond flour and with coconut whipped cream, which means I can eat it.”
He grins and throws on his clothes, then grabs my hand and leads me out of the room. “Fireworks and cake coming right up.”