Chapter 8
CAMMIE
Zeb was staring at me with such need in his eyes it was scorching. That kiss. God, my lips still tingled. But why was he stopping?
“Zeb?” I asked, hoping I hadn’t done anything wrong.
I’d never done this before. Never been in a guy’s bedroom. I’d kissed before, but not kissed. Never felt a guy’s hard-on pressed against me.
Never… anything.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmured, then kissed me again.
When I fell onto my back on his soft mattress, he came over me, set his forearm by my head and kept right on going.
I had no idea how long we kissed. My leg came up and I bent my knee so it pressed into his hip. His hand tangled in my hair, stroked my face, my arm, then–
Cupped my breast.
“Zeb,” I breathed.
“Is this okay?” he asked against my lips. He was getting permission every step of the way and I appreciated that, but it wasn’t necessary. I was all in.
I nodded. “Everything’s okay.”
He pulled back so his blue eyes met mine. I saw things there, burning need, interest, reverence, awe.
Then I lost that gaze as his fingers worked at the tiny buttons of my flannel. He fumbled and we laughed as he tried. Finally, the last one came free and he parted the shirt.
I had on a little tank top with thin straps and a band of lace across the top. It wasn’t flashy, not that I had a lot of boob to show off. I wasn’t wearing a bra since there was a shelf one built in.
He kissed me again and I loved the feel of his mouth on mine, his heft pressing into me. His lips moved to my jaw, down my neck, to my collarbone, then over my breasts. He set his mouth over one nipple right over my top. I arched off the bed and tangled my fingers in his short hair.
“Zeb,” I breathed, never knowing it could feel this good.
He switched to the other one, making the fabric damp.
I writhed beneath him. Each pull with his mouth was like sending a zing of electricity to my pussy. My clit throbbed, ached with need.
Fingers slid up the bottom of my top and his lips kissed up each inch exposed until it was crumpled up under my armpits.
Then he stared. And stared, which made me self conscious.
“I’m small. I–”
His eyes flicked up to mine. “You’re perfect. Fucking perfect.”
Then he lowered his head and sucked on my nipples, back and forth, without anything between us.
“Zeb,” I cried.
“They’re so sensitive,” he said, as if it was enthralling. “Think you can come like this?”
I shook my head, my hair sliding across the pillow. “I don’t know. I’ve never–”
He growled when he caught on. That if I’ve never had anyone lick my nipples, then I’ve never done anything else either.
“You’ve never had your perfect tits played with?”
I shook my head.
“Sucked?”
“No.”
Still bracing himself, he reached down, cupped me through my jeans.
“Here?”
“Zeb!” I cried, just the feel of his palm pressing against me made me so needy.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Were you waiting for me?”
I nodded because I hadn’t really thought about it, saving myself for the perfect time, for the perfect guy. I’d never been into anyone enough to want to have sex. I’d never felt like this. I never knew it could be like this and I still had my pants on. Zeb was fully dressed.
Most couples made out like this in seventh grade.
“I was waiting for you,” he murmured.
His admission had me holding my breath. Studying his face. Wondering if I understood what he was laying down.
“You’ve never–”
“No.”
“But all the girls who–”
“Never,” he repeated, his teeth clenching.
His gaze raked over my exposed body. “I’m probably gonna embarrass myself this first time, sweetheart.
I’ve wanted to sink into your tight little pussy since the library.
It’s gonna squeeze me so good I’ll nut before you even come. So I gotta take care of you first.”
I nodded because my thoughts were scattered. I was so turned on if he moved his hand just a little bit over my clit, I’d probably come. Then he’d thrown out there that he was a virgin. Him. Zeb Wilder. Pretty much the king of campus.
Gorgeous. Nice. Talented. Smart. How had no one snatched him up? How had he not given in to all the girls who pretty much drooled on him, my roommate included?
Then my thoughts scattered… no they focused right in on Zeb undoing my jeans, working them down my hips along with my panties.
I helped, lifting my hips until he got to my feet, when he grinned as he had to tug off my boots.
They plunked to the floor, one after the other, then he yanked the jeans off. Flung them over his shoulder.
His eyes were on me. There. Everywhere. I was completely bare except for my tank shoved up.
“Fucking perfect.”
I squirmed, feeling the heat of his gaze.
Then, with a quickness that surprised me, he flung my legs over his shoulders, leaned forward which pushed them up high… and feasted.
“OH MY GOD!” I clenched the bedding, then the back of his head.
I knew all about sex. I’d never had it before but it didn’t mean I was a clueless damsel. I heard all the stories from Rose and her friends. I never imagined it to be like this.
Hot. Wet. His tongue was flicking over my clit in a way that…
“I’m gonna–”
He pulled back.
“Zeb!” I cried, looking down my body at him.
He was eyeing me, a sly smile on his glistening lips. “You taste so fucking good.”
I blushed at that, not the fact that he was hovering over my pussy.
“I need you to talk me through this, sweetheart. I want to hear what you like. What you don’t like. I’m gonna learn your body.”
I nodded, because I really liked that idea.
Opening his mouth, he stuck his tongue out and flicked it over my clit. “There?”
“Yes,” I said shakily. “Back and forth.”
He did that and my head fell back, eyes closed. “Yes. Firmer.”
Using his hand still on the back of my head, I guided him, pressing and pulling him so he knew the pressure I liked.
“Fingers. Please.”
I was telling a guy to stick his fingers in my pussy. I’d been unsure about wearing Zeb’s sweatshirt and now I was being so bold and uninhibited.
A finger slipped over my entrance, so light it was nothing more than a tease. It circled and I shifted my hips up, the tip of it slipping in.
He kept up with his mouth on my clit as he worked a finger in, slowly, only a little bit, then back. “So tight. So wet,” he murmured.
When he moved over a spot inside me that had my hips flying up, I shouted, “There!”
His finger stilled, then did something magical. I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t care.
“Zeb, don’t stop. Do not stop. Yes. Like that. More. Harder. Yes. Yes. YES!”
I came all over his face. I didn’t care.
I didn’t care if the entire town heard me.
It felt so good. So wicked and intense and intimate and perfect because it was Zeb.
Only when I slumped on his bed like he’d melted my bones did he gently kiss my pussy, then lift his head.
He wiped his smiling lips with the back of his hand, his middle finger coated in my arousal.
“My turn,” I said, popping up with energy I didn’t think possible. But Zeb had pleased me, I wanted to do the same with him. He sat back on his heels as I pushed up and knelt before him.
My hands went to the waistband of his sweats, which did nothing to hide how hard he was. He gripped my wrists in a gentle hold, making me look up at him.
“Sweetheart, if you touch me, I’m gonna come.”
I grinned, pleased he was so turned on. I’d done that to him. Made him this close to the edge.
“Okay,” I replied, content with that. A guy could come more than once if he had a break, right? Pushing down the sweats, the band of his boxers appeared, and I hooked my fingers in that as well.
Reaching behind his neck, he grabbed the back of his long sleeved t-shirt and yanked it off.
He knelt before me, knees splayed wide, his perfect chest on display. Hard muscles over a huge body. Washboard abs. That V thingy that Rose mentioned that was so hot. And when I pushed the sweats and boxers down and he bobbed free…
“Oh my God,” I whispered, staring at his dick. He was definitely well proportioned.
Long. Thick. Huge. The top of it was wide and flared and clear fluid seeped from the slit in the tip. Below, his balls were large and heavy. Dicks didn’t look all that great in porn, but Zeb’s made my mouth water.
Reaching out, I wrapped my fingers around the base. He growled, his hips jerked and I let go as if I’d hurt him.
My eyes flew to his, concerned.
“Touch it again. Grip harder,” he said, this time instructing me.
I did, giving it a little squeeze. The skin was like silk, but it was like holding onto a steel bar.
His big hand covered mine and he slid them up and down, showing me how to move. More fluid seeped out as he let go and I kept going.
“See what you do?” he asked, his jaw clenched tight. His neck was corded. His entire body taut. “Just that little hand on me. All that cum’s for you.”
When my hand got to the top, my thumb swiped over the crown.
“Fuck, Cammie, I’m gonna come. You’re just… shit… shit–”
He tipped his head back and groaned as his dick swelled in my hand, then cum spurted from the top in long arcs, landing on my chest, my belly, and the tops of my thighs. It didn’t stop, just thick rope after rope.
Watching him come from just my hand was so hot. Empowering. I thought about how big he was in my hold, how he was going to put it inside me. I wasn’t sure it was going to fit.
When the last spurts became a dribble, then stopped completely, he looked at me, eyes half lidded. A smile tipped up the corner of his mouth as he took me in.
In my hand, his dick was still hard, as if he hadn’t just come.
“Fuck, look how pretty you are with my cum all over you.” Absently, he reached out and ran his fingers through it, smearing it into my skin. “You’re mine, Cammie. I marked you as mine with my sweatshirt and now with my cum. And next I’m gonna make you mine in all ways.”
It was then that a door slammed from below. Hooting and hollering followed, although muffled through the closed door.
Our gazes met. We weren’t alone any longer.
“Fuck. The party’s starting.” He leaned forward, cupped my face with sticky fingers and kissed me. “The first time we fuck, I don’t want it rushed and I don’t want it with anyone around. Those sounds you make are just for me.”
I nodded.
“I’m not remotely done with you, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.”
We’re just getting started. I liked the sound of that.