17. Talia
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Talia
Holy mother of God. I can’t believe he admitted that he’s going to smell my panties and jerk off to my scent.
Why the hell is that so damn hot?
I rub my thighs together as I imagine him holding my panties under his nose with one hand while the other strokes his cock. My mouth waters thinking about what his dick looks like. For the last three nights, I’ve made myself come from grinding against the enormous bulge beneath his sweatpants.
“Big guy” is the perfect nickname to describe everything about Cam.
My eyes drop to the giant erection pushing against his jeans as I envision how it would feel to hold it in my small hand while I licked the tip, took him deep into my mouth, and tasted him. A bolt of liquid heat has my clit pulsing with need and my pussy dripping wet.
“Do you like the idea of me sniffing your panties and fucking myself to your scent?”
Gripping the bottom of Cam’s oversized hoodie with my fingers, I glance up to find his smoldering hazel orbs focused on me. The look he’s giving me could torch my panties to ashes if they weren’t already safe in his pocket.
“Yes.” I’m breathless as my heart pounds beneath my ribcage. Desire courses through my blood, burning me from the inside out .
I want him to touch me. To run his hands over every inch of my body. Right freaking now before I burst.
Cam senses my growing need and points to the bed. “Lie down and spread your legs wide for me like a good girl. It’s time for me to eat my dessert.”
My body obeys as I rush to lie down like Cam demands. I sit on the bed and slide my butt back until I’m in the middle, but I don’t spread my legs as he asked. Instead, I cross them and lean back on my elbows. Something in me likes to push at Cam and defy him.
He gives me the confidence I never knew I had, to explore a different side of myself and ask for what I want in the bedroom. A side of me that might like something other than plain vanilla sex. Not that there’s anything wrong with vanilla. It’s fine. But when I look at Cam, he’s anything but vanilla.
He’s all the flavors scooped into one delicious dish.
With a smug smile, Cam steps forward and bends at the waist. He props his arms outside my legs, caging me in. Eyes on mine, he dips his head and peppers kisses over my knee and up my inner thigh.
“Yes,” I hiss, throwing my head back, enjoying the way his mouth leaves a trail of heat in its wake. Arousal floods my core and drips down my center to my ass. My body yearns for him to spread me open for him to see. To touch.
Cameron is nothing like the guys I’ve been with before. There is no comparison, really. Not one guy before him has turned me on the way he does. Not a single one succeeded in giving me an orgasm. In fact, none of the guys I’ve been with even tried foreplay. To use Cam’s metaphor, they all just skipped on home without bothering to make sure I was satisfied.
When I told Cam my sexual experienced was low, I meant it. I’m twenty-freaking-seven and I’ve never had a guy finger me, let alone go down on me.
Not Cam. He doesn’t want to skip a single step. He wants to give me everything and more .
The sex I’ve had before—if you can call it that—was mechanical and awkward. I know sex with Cam is going to be out of this world.
Yeah, because he’s been with too many girls to count. Jealousy burns my stomach, making me second-guess everything.
Don’t think about other girls.
His strong fingers grip my thighs, pulling me from my runaway thoughts.
“Nuh-uh. Eyes on me, Talia.”
My lids slide open to find him on his knees at the foot of the sunbed.
“We can stop at any time. You are in charge. Are you sure this is what you want?”
“No. Don’t stop. I want this. I want you.”
“Thank fuck.”
With a deep breath, I let go of my fears and insecurities, and let Cam spread my legs open, giving him access to what he wants. I watch his chest puff with a sharp inhalation of air as the fabric of his sweatshirt rides up my thighs, exposing my pussy to his eager eyes.
Hooking his arms under my knees, he pulls me close, keeping his heavy-lidded gaze on my soaking core. The way he’s staring at me, like I’m something precious, sends my heart soaring. He looks at me like there’s no one else in the world but me, like I’m a cherished treasure.
Cam runs his nose up my thigh until his mouth hovers over my pussy as he places my legs over his shoulders. “Fuck, itty bitty. You’re perfect, you know that?”
I fight the blush threatening to take over my cheeks at his praise. “You’re pretty great yourself, big guy.”
Cam is nothing like I thought he’d be, and yet, he’s everything I need him to be. I hope he knows how truly wonderful he is deep down. He has shown me a side of himself that very few people get to see. I’m honored to be one of the few .
He shakes his head and brings his lust-filled gaze to my face. “No. I’m nothing compared to you.”
See? How does he do that? Make me feel like I’m made for him? I want to think that maybe I am. And he is for me.
I watch as Cam blows a stream of air over my heated sex, fanning the flames of need between my legs and erasing all other thoughts.
Using his thumbs, he spreads me open. With a seductive lick of his lips, he leans forward, and this time, he swipes his warm tongue up the line of my drenched slit.
“Cam,” I moan, my body shivering. I thought having his mouth on me down there would feel strange; instead, it might be the most erotic act I’ve ever experienced. My hips lift of their own volition, searching for more.
Cam chuckles as he laps at my pussy like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever eaten. “Hmm. The perfect dessert,” he grunts.
I thread my fingers through his hair, grounding myself to him and the inexplicable pleasure he’s gifting me. Cam spears his tongue into my hole as one of his thumbs brushes soft, teasing circles on my swollen clit.
With every lick he gives me, my pussy quivers, the muscles spasming as my orgasm builds deep inside me.
“Fuck, you taste so good, itty bitty. Better than chocolate ice cream.” Cam moves his attention to my aching clit and flicks the swollen nerves in quick succession as he simultaneously slides a thick finger inside me.
My pussy spasms around his delicious intrusion as he takes his time burying his digit inside me. Arousal floods my core with enthusiasm, and a guttural moan vibrates in my throat at Cam’s obscene rumblings.
Turns out, I really like dirty talk. Cam’s dirty talk. He could convince me to do anything with that whiskey, warm voice of his. My body is his to do with as he pleases.
My orgasms crests to the edge just as he removes his mouth to mumble, “Fuck, I love how tight your pussy feels wrapped around my finger. I can’t wait until it’s wrapped around my cock, squeezing the cum right out of me.” He adds a second digit, spreading me open. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well, taking my fingers like they were my dick.”
Cam sucks on my clit, allowing pleasure to overshadow the pinch of pain as my body adjusts to the size of his long fingers filling me.
“I need to work on getting your pretty pussy ready to take my fat cock before I steal home.”
Chills run down my spine. I love that he’s still using his baseball metaphors. It’s hotter than I thought it would be, but then again, Cam makes everything sound hot.
Cam sucks my clit hard, sending a wave of prickling heat through my body. My pussy gushes as Cam curls his fingers forward, rubbing the magical spot I thought was a myth.
“Oh, god yes,” I cry out. My body arches off the bed as I pull at his hair, holding on for dear life at the impending orgasm threatening to break free.
Cam’s sweatshirt bunches at my waist as he pulls me closer and buries his face in my pussy, covering himself in my essence. He returns his attention to my pulsing clit and goes at it like a man determined, with quick rough flicks.
I close my eyes and thrash my head as fire rolls through my veins before receding back to my clit and imploding like a supernova. White light crackles and sparks behind my eyelids as Cam works me over with his mouth, and I experience the most intense, life-changing orgasm. I have an out-of-body experience as I watch myself float back down to earth after floating in the atmosphere.
“Holy … shit. I can’t … breathe,” I pant, coming to. Sliding my eyes open, I find Cam staring at me in awe through his thick lashes.
“You’re fucking stunning when you come. I could watch you all night as you break apart under my tongue.”
I hiss as he swipes his tongue over my sensitive flesh and kisses my clit one last time before sitting back on his heels. He looks disappointed as he kisses my knees and pulls his sweatshirt down, covering me from his view. The action is both sweet and salacious.
“Don’t look so sad.” I close my legs and scoot to the end of the bed, which brings me face to face with Cam.
I watch as Cam shoves the fingers that were inside me into his mouth and sucks them clean. He smirks at me. “Sorry, not sorry, baby. You’re fucking delicious. I think I might be addicted to your pussy.” He exaggerates licking his lips as he adjusts himself over his jeans.
“Is that so?” I run my hands up his thick arms and shoulders. His muscles flex under my palms as I revel in the strength that lies below.
Cam slips his hands under the soft sweatshirt, groping my ass as I spread my legs, settling him between my knees. He taps my nose with a devious grin. “Abso-fuckin’-lutely.”
I curl my fingers in his hair and tug his mouth to mine. I lick his lips, tasting the sweet tang of my arousal that lingers. Another first that I find alluring as I deepen our kiss, twining my tongue with his. Our mouths move in sync, gliding together in a silky, smooth dance.
Cam doesn’t realize I’m already addicted to him too. His kisses possess an intoxicating magic that has me completely under his spell.
But I want more.
Bringing one hand down his body, I cup Cam over his jeans, making him growl deep in his chest. The big guy in his pants gets harder, threatening to break free from his jail at my touch. All I want to do is help set him free. Touch him. Taste him.
I want to run my hands over his hot, velvety skin and lick every inch of his hard cock. I’ve never given a blow job before. It always felt too intimate to do with someone I didn’t have any genuine feelings for. I’m so happy I waited for Cam. I want him to be my first.
There is no doubt I’ve caught feelings for this man. How could I not? He’s thoughtful and giving. He listens to me, and not just the words I say; he listens to the way my body reacts to him and to the things I don’t say.
Cam makes me feel everything. Even things I shouldn’t. I know having feelings for him is trouble waiting to happen, but for once, I’m not going to overthink it. I’m going to trust my gut, and it says that what I have with Cam is special. He’s special.
Without breaking our kiss, I bring both of my hands to the waistband of his jeans and flick open the button. My fingers find the tab of his zipper, ready to pull, when his hand snaps up and wraps around my wrist, stopping me.
“Talia,” Cam warns.
The tiny flicker of defiance that burns inside me erupts into a full-blown fire. I lift my eyes to his, chin up, and return his warning. “Cameron.”
“Just because I ate your pussy, it doesn’t mean I expect anything in return.” He cups my cheek, peppering kisses on my cheeks and nose. “There is no need to rush. I swear I’m not going anywhere.” He watches me, his eyes pleading for me to believe him.
I do.
Cam steals another piece of my heart with his promise. But his words do nothing to cool the desire burning me from the inside out. Heat licks and furls at every edge of my being.
“Are you done being sweet?”
Cam’s eyes widen in surprise at my sass. Shocked silent, he nods, releasing my hands. I take that as my opportunity to stand, hip cocked in front of him, and place my hands on his shoulders. He stares up at me and grips my waist.
“I know I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to. It’s my turn to steal third. Now, be a good boy and stand up.”
Cam grunts and does as I say. “It’s so hot when you talk baseball and use that tone with me. Makes my cock hard as fuck and ready to come. ”
I fight a smirk as I glance down at his crotch. The zipper of his jeans has slipped lower, giving me a glimpse of his massive cockhead as it pokes out from under the waistband of his underwear. My pussy weeps, clenching air at the sight.
I love knowing I affect him the same way he does me.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” His voice is thick and gritty. He swipes his thumb over the bead of precum beading at the tip.
Now, it’s my turn.
“This.” I grip his wrist and bring his thumb to my lips. Eyes on his, I lick the pearl of cum off the pad of his finger. His masculine taste explodes on my tongue, making me moan.
What in the… He tastes amazing. Tangy and sweet.
Cam pulls his thumb from my mouth. “You like the way I taste, itty bitty?”
My mouth waters as I lick my lips, desperate for more of him. “Yes.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes.”
“Get on your knees and finish what you started, Talia,” Cam demands, reversing our roles.
“Take off your shirt,” I counter.
The gold in his eyes sparkles in the moonlight as he grips the back of his collar and pulls off his shirt in that sexy way men strip. He throws the fabric to the floor at my feet, still putting my comfort above his pleasure. “Take out my cock.”
Gripping the sides of his jeans and underwear, I pull them down to his knees.
Holy fucking shit.
Cam is huge. From root to tip, he is thick and long. I don’t know how I’m going to take him into my mouth to the back of my throat, but I’ll suffocate trying—Cam’s cock is that perfect.
I run my hands up his thighs, resting them on his hipbones, and take a deep, calming breath.
“Put it in my mouth. ”
I open wide for him.
His gaze darkens as he takes a step closer to me. “Stick out your tongue.”
This is fun. I’m enjoying the exchange of power between us as I do what he commands.
Cam bends his knees and slides his cock over the tip of my tongue, teasing. I grip his thick shaft with both hands and give it a firm squeeze before wrapping my lips around him and hollowing out my cheeks.
Cam’s legs shake as he groans, “Fuck.”
Picturing every woman I’ve seen on video giving blow jobs, I channel my inner porn star and take Cam as deep as I can. His head bumps the back of my throat, and my eyes water as I gag.
Cam pulls out, cupping my face in his hands. “Go easy, baby.” I open my mouth to protest, but he places his thumb over my lips. “I’m bigger than average. Anything you give me is going to be the best I’ve ever had because it’s you.” He brushes my hair off my forehead.
I didn’t have to say a word for him to know I’m lacking in the dick-sucking department. While that should embarrass me, it only fuels my need to rock his world. To prove that I can do this for him. Please him. Make him come the way he makes me.
I nod my assent before taking him back into my mouth.
Cam wraps one fist around my braid as he holds my face with the other, lovingly caressing my cheek with his thumb as I cover my teeth with my lips and push his cock into my mouth. Starting slower this time, I bob up and down, using my tongue to flick the underside of his shaft with each pass. Cam groans, tugging at my hair as he restrains himself.
My pussy aches with the need for him to touch me. I squeeze my knees together, attempting to ease the throbbing.
He doesn’t miss the movement and grits his teeth. “Does sucking my cock turn you on, itty bitty? Do you want me to fuck your face? Do you want me to slip my cock down your throat and squeeze?”
I hum around his mushroom tip as thoughts of him taking control have my arousal dripping down my thighs.
“Fuck, Tals. Don’t do that, or I’ll come down your fucking throat faster than I want.”
I hum again, and he growls. I look up to find him with his head thrown back and his eyes closed. His grip on my braid tightens, and I hum again.
I want him to lose control, and I want to be the one who makes him.
His chin drops to his chest as his eyes open and he stares at me, his eyelids heavy with lust. “I see. You want me to come in your mouth. You want to drink down every drop of my cum, don’t you, my naughty pixie?”
Placing my hands on the globes of his ass, I squeeze, confirming my intention.
He nods in understanding. “If it gets to be too much, tap my thigh and I’ll stop.”
I tap his thigh, letting him know I understand.
“Relax your throat and breathe through your nose.”
With a big inhale through my nose, I relax my throat and let Cam take control. He moves his hips, pumping his cock into my mouth with slow strokes, progressively going deeper with each passing thrust. The next time he hits the back of my throat, I’m ready and I don’t gag.
“Fuck yes. Just like that, baby. Look at you taking my cock like my good little slut.” My watery eyes find his as he gauges my reaction to his slight degradation.
The way my pussy flutters at him calling me a good little slut is surprising. It’s not something I thought I would like, but who am I kidding? I like everything Cam says and does to me.
I moan around his cock in approval.
“Oh fuck, you liked that, didn’t you? ”
I tap his thigh.
Cam moves the hand cupping my cheek to my neck. “You have no idea what you’ve just done, itty bitty.”
I think I do, and I’m prepared for all the consequences.
I relax my throat more and push my face forward, taking more of Cam’s cock down. I can feel the inhuman growl vibrating in his chest radiate throughout his body as he finally breaks free from whatever was holding him back and fucks my mouth.
“Swallow,” Cam grunts.
The grip on my neck tightens as he forces himself down my throat another inch. I do as he demands and wring one last gulp around his fat cock. Light dances before my eyes, popping and sparkling at the edges. Blood roars in my ears, and I hear Cam bite back a shout as warm liquid spills down my throat.
Cam pulls out until only the tip of his cock is in my mouth as he spills the rest of his cum on my tongue. I swallow it all down as I gasp for air.
“Holy shit,” Cam wheezes as his knees give out and he falls onto his back on the sunbed.
Pride fills me to the brim as I take in his messy, half-dead state.
“I think you just sucked my soul right out of my cock. Who the hell taught you to hold your breath and swallow like that?” He throws a hand over his eyes as he takes ragged breaths. “Actually, don’t tell me. I can’t go to prison for murder.”
I throw my head back and laugh.
With ninja-like reflexes, Cam sits up and pulls me onto his lap. “It’s not funny. I’m serious.”
His declaration only makes me laugh harder.
Cam grabs my head between his palms and kisses me, killing my laugh. His tongue swirls with mine in silky smooth licks. The taste of our combined arousal is a heady concoction that has me snapping out of my lust-filled haze.
I push him back. “Wait. ”
“What? Why?” Cam leans in to kiss me again, but I hold him back.
“You just came in my mouth. Shouldn’t I brush my teeth or something for you?”
“Talia, I’m a grown fucking man. I wouldn’t give a fuck if you spit my cum back into my mouth and then sucked it off my tongue.” Cam shoves his tongue into my mouth, kissing me hard before proving his point and sucking my tongue. “Did you like tasting yourself on my lips after I licked your pussy clean?”
“Yes.” I didn’t just like it; I loved it.
“I enjoy tasting my cum in your mouth too. You taste like mine.” Cam twists us around and lies between my legs as he kisses me long and hard. My pussy comes to life in the proximity of his cock.
A slap to my thigh has me freezing. “What the hell, Cam?”
“You’re being naughty, Talia.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Do me a favor and look at your arms and legs.”
I glance down. Cam’s got a point. I’m clinging to him like a monkey, with my arms around his back, my nails digging half-moons into his skin, and my heels pushing his hips to mine.
“Ugh, fine.” I drop my arms and legs, releasing him from my clutches.
Cam chuckles, standing up. I watch as he pulls up his boxers and jeans, righting himself before me. He bends over and picks up his shirt off the floor and arches a brow at me. He tugs it on and asks, “Enjoying the view?”
“Yeah.” I sigh.
I don’t want the night to end. I want to stay right here with him. I hate that I’m leaving tomorrow. In two days, his travel games start. In a week, I start work. I don’t know when I’m going to see him next.
Cam senses my delay and drops to his knees before me. He brushes the small hair away from my face and kisses my forehead. “ It’s going to be fine. I’ll be home in three weeks. You’ll be my first stop once I get off the plane.”
“You can’t come to my place. I live with my mom. My aunt. My cousins. They will freak out. Well, not Sofia. But the rest will—”
Cam kisses me, shutting me up. “I’d like to see them stop me.”
Those dang butterflies flutter in my stomach as he pulls me up to sit on the edge of the bed. He reaches over and grabs my jeans, holding them open for me. I slide my legs through and stand. Cam finishes dressing me, taking his time to pull them up my thighs and over my naked butt, but not before darting his tongue out and licking my pussy one last time.
He looks up at me with those mischievous hazel eyes of his and winks. “I just needed one last taste to hold me over.”
My pussy floods with need, but Cam leaves me hanging—on purpose. Sexy jerk .
Fine. Two can play that game.
“You asked me where I learned how to do that.” I point to his crotch.
He glances down and gulps with a nod.
“I learned watching porn. Yours is the only cock that’s ever been in my mouth.” I turn and walk off the boat.
I don’t miss Cam’s pained groan as I leave him to chase after me. Which he does, in less than five seconds.
The fifteen-minute car ride turns into an hour as we pull over to kiss and grope each other. Cam makes me come two more times in the front seat of his car while I chant his name. Neither of us can keep our hands to ourselves.
But why would we want to when it feels so good.