Chapter 20
CHAPTER
TWENTY
Maren
I carefully roll over, trying not to wake him.
Opening my eyes, I take in the gorgeous, sleeping man beside me.
I’m still having a hard time believing we’re here, together.
After all the years we spent apart, then the hurt and sadness we had to get past, the conversations we’ve had to have—and probably will continue to have—it’s still a little surreal to find us here, together.
My fingers glide down his arm. His skin is soft, yet his hands are rough, no doubt because of his job. He twitches in sleep but doesn’t wake. It only takes a few seconds before his breathing evens out once more.
I move my hand down, resting it first on his abdomen and lightly tracing his abs before lowering it down to his groin.
He’s not completely hard, but the moment my hand brushes across his semi-erect cock, it grows immediately.
I can also tell his even breathing has stopped, a sign he’s now awake but isn’t moving.
Wrapping my hand around him, I give his cock a gentle squeeze, gliding my hand from root to tip. The result is a loud groan from the man lying beside me.
“Good morning,” I murmur, continually moving my hand.
“Yes, yes, it is,” he responds, opening his eyes and gluing them to me. “I like seeing you in my bed first thing in the morning.”
“Is that because I’m holding your dick?” I quip, offering a little smirk.
He snorts. “It is not, but that is quite the bonus.”
“Well, lie still, Mr. Miller. I’d like to continue the bonus,” I insist, getting up on my knees and bending over him.
Swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, I slowly lower my mouth over him. He holds completely still, but I feel the way he flexes in my hand. I bob up and down using controlled movements, knowing each time I go down on him is driving him closer and closer to the edge of control.
He reaches over and grabs my hair, gently pulling it to the side so it doesn’t get in my mouth. I hold his intense gaze as I bob down once more, sucking him like a Popsicle on a hot summer day.
His hips buck involuntarily and his hold on my hair tightens. It’s not painful. In fact, it spurs me on, encouraging me to keep going, to finish this. To finish him off.
I double down my efforts, twisting my hand and sucking him down my throat. I ignore the reflex that makes me want to gag, using the extra saliva as lube for my movements.
“Fuck,” he groans, his body starting to take over and move. He bucks his hips up, driving his cock into my mouth. “I’m gonna come, Shortcake. Pull out now if you don’t want me down your throat.”
I don’t move, determined to finish this one way. I go down as far as I can and glide my tongue across the sensitive head.
He thrusts his hips up and holds still as hot cords of cum slam into the back of my throat. I swallow, watching him as my eyes water. He sags against the mattress, breathing hard, while I lick him clean and smile.
“Best bonus ever,” he mutters, making me giggle.
“I’ve been dying to do that since I saw you standing in the hallway at the bar, waiting for me while I used the restroom,” I tell him.
Suddenly, he moves, leaping over me and somehow spinning me around in one swift motion. I’m flat on my back before I can blink, staring up at heat-filled eyes that promise dirty things. “Funny, because I’ve been dying to do something since I first saw you standing in your driveway that first time.”
“Yeah? What’s that?” I ask, breathlessly.
“I want to watch you ride my cock,” he says, nudging my nose with his, “after I eat your pussy.”
“You’ve already done that,” I remind him.
“Yes, but that was yesterday. I want to do it every day,” he states before starting to lower himself down my naked body. He places kisses against my flesh, sucking on my nipples, as he heads south and settles between my legs. “Mmm, breakfast.”
“Umm, I was actually thinking maybe you could come with me for breakfast,” I say, glancing down and meeting his gaze.
“Breakfast with your dad and son?”
I nod.
“Yes, I’d love to join you,” he says, shifting down closer and taking a swipe at my clit with his tongue. “We’ll call this pre-breakfast.”
I don’t have a lot of experience with oral, but I’m starting to think Camden somehow majored in it after I left town. His tongue is…wow. I don’t want to think about all the practice he’s probably gotten in the last seven years, so I’ll focus on how he makes me feel now and not dwell on the rest.
He flattens his tongue on my clit and licks from the bottom to the top. I’m already wet, thanks to the blow job I gave him. It was a heady feeling, bringing him to his knees—figuratively, of course—so quickly with my mouth, and it’s the exact same thing he’s doing to me now.
I rock my hips, seeking more of that glorious friction. I could get off with just him licking my clit. I grab his head, holding him in place, begging him not to stop.
“I can tell you’re already close, Shortcake. Do you want to come?”
“God yes,” I murmur, riding his mouth.
My body moves on its own, desire taking over.
My orgasm is building, everything I have inside me tightening to the point of pain.
But it’s the best pain you can feel, especially when you just…
explode. I cry out, gyrating on his face as I fly over the edge of bliss.
Raw euphoria races through my veins as he draws out every drop of release I have.
He licks my thighs before placing open-mouthed kisses across my pubis. “Fuck, I could do that every day and it would never be enough,” he says, crawling up my body and pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. “You taste delicious.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and bring him down to my mouth. I don’t even care neither of us have brushed our teeth. I crave his lips, need his touch. “Grab a condom,” I instruct, releasing my hold on him only long enough for him to retrieve protection.
He makes quick work at covering his erection before moving toward the headboard and leaning back in a slightly reclined position. “Climb on, beautiful.”
I do, swinging my leg over his and straddling his hips.
His erection is long, hard, and ready, and within seconds, I’m slowly lowering myself down onto him.
There’s a slight burn as I do, a bit of discomfort from use.
It’s been years since I was with a man, and Camden is bigger than my previous partner.
“Easy, Shortcake,” he says, holding me against him as my body takes a few moments to adjust.
“Gotta move,” I insist, need pushing past any discomfort I may have felt.
“Then move.”
So I do. I rock my hips, letting my body lead.
If it feels good, I keep doing it, gyrating and grinding down on him.
He grips my ass, holding on and guiding me.
My clit brushes across his pubis, sending pleasure racing through every part of me.
A few days ago, I wouldn’t have thought it possible to have multiple orgasms so close together, but Camden is proving me wrong there too. He’s the king of multiple O’s.
Get that man a fucking crown.
“You’re getting close. I can feel you squeezing me,” he murmurs. Leaning forward, he pulls one nipple into his mouth and gently bites down. He quickly follows it up with a swat on my ass. I gasp at the sting, and…don’t hate it.
He rubs the smarted skin with his palm and says, “You liked that. I felt your pussy convulse.”
I start to move faster, up and down, up and down. “I didn’t hate it,” I confess.
“Good to know.” He grips my ass in his big hands and helps me as I fuck him. “I want to feel you come, Maren. Come all over my cock while I fuck your pussy.”
The combination of his dirty words and the way his cock brushes against my G-spot sends me soaring once more.
I come hard, despite having already orgasmed in the last handful of minutes.
The moment my release is triggered, he pumps his hips up hard and fast, filling me over and over until he goes still.
He grunts my name before flexing his body upward a few more times.
I fall against his chest, his arms wrapping around me and holding me close. “You okay?”
“Mmm, more than okay,” I assure him, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.
I pull back and take in his chest, running my finger over his tattoos. “When did you get these?”
He glances down, a faint smile on his lips. “The fish I got with Quinn. He’s got one too. We were commemorating our birthdays and decided to get matching fish tattoos. Cade and Collin have puzzle pieces, so Quinn and I thought we needed to follow suit.”
I grin. “Fitting. What about this one?” I ask, brushing my fingertips over the intricate black ink.
“The compass. It’s a reminder that even through the darkest times, I can still find my way.”
My throat is suddenly tight. “I think we can all use that reminder,” I tell him.
“Look closely.”
I meet his gaze before returning my attention to the ink. The room isn’t dark, lit by the morning sunlight, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy to see. Leaning closer, I scan the beautiful piece of art until…
My mouth drops open and I look up. “Is that…”
“A strawberry? Yeah,” he replies with a smile.
I touch the small piece of fruit hidden in the center of the compass. “Why?”
“Because there was a woman who has owned my heart since we were sixteen, and even when I need a little help with direction, she’s still there, guiding me home.”
Tears burn my eyes. “But what if she’s the reason you were lost?” I whisper.
He reaches up and cups my jaw. “She’s always been my home. I knew that compass would someday lead me back to her.”
My heart is pounding so hard as I throw my arms around his neck. He wraps his around my waist, holding me tightly as I cry. “I’m sorry.”
“Shh, enough of that. You’ve already apologized, and I’ve forgiven you. We’re only looking forward, remember?”
I sit up and nod, wiping away the tears. “I remember.”