Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
STEALTH MODE
CAMDEN
I don’t want to even blink, in case I miss a second of this.
Juju, lying back, staring up at me with those intoxicating eyes and mouth, her perfect body stretched out in front of me, saying words I never dreamed she’d say and then kissing me like she can’t get enough.
I have to slow down or this will be over before we’ve even started.
But she’s tired of waiting, and fuck it, so am I.
When her hands wrap around my dick again, I can’t prolong it anymore. I wrap my hand around hers.
“Show me where you want me,” I tell her.
Her breath hitches, and she brings me to her slick core. She’s wet and warm and feels so fucking good. When she swirls my tip around her clit, I get impossibly harder.
“Mmm,” I moan.
And then she glides me along her slit, up and down, before centering me and taking in just an inch. I’m surprised when she lets go, feeling the loss immediately, but then her hands find my ass and she clenches my cheeks, driving me inside her until I’m in as deep as I can go.
I didn’t want to hurt her, so I would’ve gone much slower, but goddamn, she was ready for me.
“Fuck.” I draw out the word, all the blood drained from my brain and into my dick, rendering me incapable of saying anything else.
She lets out a long moan too, once I’m inside, and her mouth parts when my dick pulses. She clamps around me, and that’s it, I can’t be still.
“Are you okay?” I manage to grind out.
“You feel better than anything,” she says.
“You do…too…the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt.”
She arches into me, and I start a relentless pace. She takes it all, meeting me with thrusts of her own like she can’t get me deep enough. The sound of us—my balls slapping against her, her wetness taking me in, and our breaths and moans––it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.
Every part of me feels alive and hyperaware, every nerve ending firing off. All I see is her, all I feel is her, all I want is her, and she’s finally here. We’re finally here. I can’t believe it, and at the same time, it feels so right.
“You feel so right,” I say out loud.
I reach between us, needing to make her feel good in every way possible. When I rub circles over her, keeping my thrusts inside her steady, her head falls back, and I can feel her getting close.
Victorious is the only word I can think of when I feel her start to twitch around me. “That’s it,” I say. “God, you feel so good. Come all over me.”
Her eyes squeeze shut, and the little moans she makes shoot straight to my dick. It takes everything in me not to lose my shit right then and there, but I wait it out. She looks lust-drunk when she opens her eyes again, and I grin.
She tugs my head down and kisses me hard, and our thrusts get clumsy and frantic.
“I’m so close again,” she says.
She squeezes my ass, and at the same time, I feel her spasming around my dick.
“Oh,” I moan. “Come with me.”
“I am.” She gasps. “Camden,” she whimpers.
A tidal wave crashes through me, the sensation so intense I close my eyes and see spots. I come so hard, it feels endless, and we both feel the aftershocks for minutes afterward.
I stare down at her, not wanting to move, but I slowly pull out of her and turn to face her. “That was…incredible.”
She turns to face me too. “It was okay.”
My mouth drops, and she giggles. I reach out and tickle her, making her laugh harder.
“Tell the truth,” I say between tickling her sides.
“Decent,” she breathes out.
“Are you a tease, Juliana?”
“Maybe,” she says with a smirk, trying to avoid my hands.
I lean in and kiss her, and she softens into me.
“Okay, it was better than okay,” she says, pulling away.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Don’t get cocky. That might’ve been first-timer’s luck.”
“Oh, little tease, you and I will only get better.”
“You think so, huh?”
She gets out of bed and gives me a coy look when she turns and catches me staring at her ass as she walks to the bathroom.
“Your ass should come with a warning label,” I tell her.
She laughs and rolls her eyes. “What would it say?”
“‘Caution: Will bring grown men to their knees.’”
She snorts. I glance down again and curse.
“Hold on right there.” I move toward her. “I’m dripping out of you,” I say hoarsely.
She gasps when I reach down and swipe it off her thigh and hold my finger up to her mouth. My heart nearly shuts down when she leans forward and licks it clean. Her mouth comes off with a pop.
“Fuck me.” I stare at her.
“Been there and done that,” she says, cheekily, and then turns around and closes the bathroom door behind her. I swipe my hand down my face. It’s going to take me some time to get over that image.
A few minutes later, she comes out, and I take my turn in the bathroom. When I’m done, Juju’s back in bed, looking deep in thought.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She nods. “I’m great. I think I’m in shock that we just did that.”
“I get it.” I crawl in bed beside her and pull her into me. She lays her head on my chest. “A good kind of shock?”
She leans her chin on my chest and grins at me. “Yes, a wonderful kind of shock.”
I lean down and kiss her, and she scoots closer, her fingers diving into my hair. I pull her on top of me, and she grins against my mouth when I get hard underneath her.
“You’re just wanting to prove it wasn’t luck, aren’t you?”
“We can call it that, if you want to,” I say.
She laughs and grinds herself on me, her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip as she hisses.
“Too soon?” I ask.
“No,” she says shakily. “You feel so good.”
She guides me into her, and we go slower this time. I inch into her a little bit at a time as she stretches around me. We kiss, and God, I love the way she kisses. I could spend days with her mouth and not come up for air.
She teases me by lifting just enough that I think I’m coming out before lowering onto me again, and she does this until I’m delirious with wanting her. When she sits up and I’m completely seated inside her, I’m overwhelmed by all that I feel. It’s beyond the physical, way beyond.
I never imagined we could fit together so perfectly.
The high I feel watching her fall apart is something I didn’t see coming. I knew it would be different with Juju, but there was no way of knowing the extent of it until I experienced it. When you have the kind of feelings I have for Juju, it takes sex to a whole different level.
I’m working with her, lifting her hips up and down as we go faster and faster.
“How have I gone this long without you?” I say, lifting up to kiss her.
Our bodies are slick, and we never look away from each other as we cross over into oblivion.
She cries out my name, and that sound alone is enough to send me flying.
We’re both trembling by the time we lie back, trying to catch our breath.
“It’s hard right now to remember how cold we were last night,” she says.
I laugh. “I feel like I could walk out in the snow naked and still be sweating, that’s how worked up you got me.”
She’s grinning when she looks up at me. “We could go try out that ship.”
“You’re not too tired?”
“Might not be a long bath, but it sounds nice right now. I’m a little sore,” she admits, making a funny face.
“I’m so sorry. I was afraid we weren’t going slow enough.”
“It’s the best kind of sore, and it’s my fault for being impatient. And you can’t help it that you’ve got a lot to work with.”
That makes me laugh.
“I’ll run the water,” I tell her.
“Mmm, I doubt you’ll get it as hot as I like.”
I snort. “Do you like your baths as hot as your tea?”
“Hotter.” She laughs.
“I’m getting second-degree burns in this bath, aren’t I?”
We both get out of bed, and she lifts her shoulder. “I guess I can go easy on you.”
I grab her waist and pull her against me. “Somehow I have a hard time imagining you ever going easy on me.”
“What do you call what we just did?” She puts her arms around my neck and tugs on my hair.
“You rode me hard and fast. There was nothing easy about it. You set my body blazing.”
Her face splits with a huge smile. “Erin would be so proud.”
“Do I even want to know?”
She’s laughing as we go into the bathroom. “Probably not.”
I look at the tub again. “You do remember I’m six four, right?”
She giggles. “This should be fun.”
And it is. I think more water ends up on the floor than in the tub by the time everything’s all said and done.
It’s one o’clock in the morning when we finally get out of the tub.
“Is it okay if I stay?” I ask. “I’ll set an alarm when you get up for the bakery. It’s what, two hours from now?”
“Something like that.” She makes a face.
“Hat, alley, trash alibi.”
“Because you’re so stealthy.” She laughs sleepily. “Yes, stay. It’s been a long couple of days, and you need your rest. Don’t worry––I’m not gonna get any ideas just because you stayed the night.”
That makes me pause, but she looks so tired, I don’t question it. We get in bed, and I kiss her once more before she curls into me. I trace lazy patterns on her shoulder until we’re both asleep.
A couple of hours later, both of our alarms go off. We silence them, and I reach out and run my hand down her back as she gets up. We dress in whispers, stifling laughter when I pull one of her sweaters over my head by mistake. I’m exhausted but energized at the same time.
She’s in the bathroom pulling her hair back when I’m ready to go. I walk over and kiss her cheek. She turns to face me, and I cup her face in my hands.
“This was…the best night I’ve ever had,” I tell her.
“For me too,” she whispers.
I steal one more kiss and put the hat on, which makes her laugh. When the door closes behind me, I laugh as I pass the dumpster and make my way home. Once I get there, I text her.
Mission: complete. Dumpster status: contained. State of mind: captivated.