Dropping my head to his shoulder, I push my hips back, and he groans when his hard cock slips between my ass cheeks. He drops his mouth to my ear, grazing his teeth over my earlobe and sucking it into his mouth. “Something you want, Maddy?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly.
“Feels more like something you want.” I grind back on him again, making him hiss out a breath as he bites down on my earlobe and then soothes the spot with his tongue, pressing kisses into the hollow behind my ear.
“There are so many things I want,” he murmurs, skating one hand down between my legs. He grazes a finger so lightly over my soaked underwear that I probably wouldn’t feel it at all if my entire body wasn’t a live wire. But it is, so at that one single touch I moan, my hips jutting forward involuntarily, looking for more contact and groaning in frustration when he pulls his hand away.
He chuckles a little darkly, curling his fingers in the thin waistband, pulling it away from my body and letting it snap back. The sting, and the way he soothes it with slow strokes of his thumb, causes a gush of arousal between my legs. I’ve never been into pain mixed with pleasure, except when it’s Cam doling out both, I’m a needy slut for it all. “But mostly, I just want you. My mouth on your clit and my cock in your cunt. Your moans. Your sighs. Your screams. You, baby. I just want you.”
Turning my head, I lock eyes with him, reaching back to tangle a hand in his hair and capturing his mouth in a deep, dizzying kiss. “Then have me.”
The look in Cam’s eyes turns feral and he drops his hand to my underwear, grabbing the waistband and tearing it straight off my body, dropping the tattered lace to the floor. I don’t even have a chance to react to that little display of scorching hotness before he puts a hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me down so I’m bent over the bed, my weight resting on my forearms. Cam covers my body with his, hands planted on the bed, chest pressed to my back, his mouth by my ear. “Oh, I’m having you. I hope you don’t have any plans to sleep before our flight tomorrow, because there are so many things I want to do to you. I think this is going to take a while.”
“Do your worst.” I gasp as he sinks his teeth into the place where my neck meets my shoulder and then sucks on that spot, laughing when I moan, my entire body jolting as the dual sensations race through me.
“I love how reactive you are,” Cam says in a low voice as he kisses down my spine, fingers drifting over my ribs, trailing along the sides of my breasts. “The sounds you make when I touch you. The way your body feels under my hands.” He plants open-mouthed kisses on my hips, smoothing his hands down my thighs and back up again, grazing his fingers along the crease where my legs meet my body. I curl my hands in the bedspread, my body vibrating with need. I’m two seconds away from actually begging. “You were made for me, Maddy. Every perfect inch of you.”
I barely have time to absorb his words before he’s standing up behind me, his palm coming down on my ass with a loud crack that echoes through the room. I let out a yelp that ends in a moan as he rubs his hand over the stinging spot before letting loose with a matching smack on the other side. “Holy shit!” I gasp, dropping my head to the bed and panting as both of his hands smooth over me.
Cam drops to his knees behind me, gripping my hips as he drags his lips over my ass, peppering kisses over the spots he spanked. Did I say I wasn’t into pain with my pleasure? I’m alying liar who lies because my clit throbs with need, and I’ve never been this wet in my entire life. “You look so good with my handprints on your ass. Seeing them makes me so fucking hard for you. Makes me want to claim you everywhere. Mark you everywhere. Make it so everyone who looks at you will know you’re mine.” He slides his hands down to grip my thighs, pushing them apart so I’m bared to him. “Fucking. Mine.”
Without warning, he leans forward and covers my pussy with his mouth from behind. “Oh, holy fuck,” I groan, pushing my hips back, practically riding his face as I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of Cam shoving his tongue inside me and then pulling away and licking me from opening to clit.
“So wet for me,” he rasps as he flattens his tongue over my clit, rolling it in a rhythm that drives me goddamn insane, leaving me hurtling towards an orgasm faster than I thought possible. “Fucking dripping. You taste so good. So fucking good. Want to eat this gorgeous cunt forever.”
Cam slides one hand up my thigh, and without warning, plunges two fingers inside me, curling and twisting them so deep, hitting a spot I swear only he has ever been able to find. “So tight,” he mutters. “Tight and perfect. Can’t wait to fuck you. To feel this pussy wrapped around my cock. Like it was made for me.”
“Oh my god,” I moan out as Cam wraps his lips around my clit. The sounds he makes as he eats me are wanton and filthy, and I can feel his body rocking behind me, like this is turning him on as much as it is me, like he’s desperate for his own release. His obvious pleasure just ratchets up my own. He rubs my front wall relentlessly as his lips pulse around my clit and my entire body lights up, the pressure in my belly terrifyingly intense.
“Cam, shit,” I gasp urgently, rocking my hips back against his face, climbing towards a peak I’ve never reached before. Electricity races under my skin, and every nerve ending in my body sparks. And when Cam reaches his free hand around and grazeshis thumb over the tight pucker of my ass, circling slowly until a throbbing, aching sort of pleasure joins the parade of sensation, I wonder if it’s possible to actually die from pleasure. Whether it’s possible I already have, and this is the afterlife.
When Cam adds a third inside me and twists his fingers as he sucks hard, the pressure snaps. Pleasure tears through me, ignites in my blood as Cam’s name falls from my lips. I stop breathing entirely, my thighs quaking and my fingers gripping the bedspread for dear life. “Fuck yes, give it to me,” he mutters as he licks and strokes me through my orgasm, that wicked thumb still tracing my hole in a rhythm that extends my orgasm until I’m a panting, sweaty mess, my lower body hanging bonelessly off the bed.
When the final waves recede, Cam flips me over, moving my body up until I’m lying fully on the bed, still breathing hard, my heart thundering in my chest. Cam stands above me, looking at me with eyes that are dark with lust and want. “You are so pretty when you come,” he rasps, shoving his jeans and boxers down, kicking them away as he takes his leaking cock in his hand and stroking slowly, his eyes fixed on mine. “Do you see what you do to me?” he asks, stepping forward until his knees are against the bed. “How hard you make me? You look so good, all spread out for me. Perfect,” he says, his gaze raking over me, the low timbre of his voice making goosebumps erupt over my body.
He crawls up onto the bed, lowering his body over mine until his hard length settles between my legs. And when he dips his head to kiss me while thrusting his hips, cock sliding through my soaked slit, our groans mingle together. “Inside me,” I beg shamelessly, wrapping my legs around his waist, my fingers tangling in his hair. “Please get inside me.”
“It would be my fucking pleasure,” he murmurs.
Resting his weight on his elbows, Cam threads his fingers into my hair, cradling my head in his hands. Then, in a fuck-hot feat of professional athlete strength, he rolls us over and sits us up on the edge of the bed in one motion so I’m straddling him, aknee on either side of his hips and our chests pressed together. A thrill races up my spine when he tilts my head back, slanting our lips together, his tongue pushing into my mouth to glide against mine. A moan rumbles from deep in his chest as his hips thrust up, the head of his cock nudging my clit and sending electricity racing through me.
“Put me inside you,” he murmurs. “Take all of me. Please.”
“Fuck yes,” I practically rasp, reaching down and gripping his cock, giving it a firm stroke, rolling my palm over his head.
“Fuuuuck,” Cam groans, thrusting up into my hand as he winds my hair around his fist. “Fucking now, Maddy,” he says, voice urgent.
And, like, don’t have to ask me twice.
Gripping him at the base, I press up on my knees, lining him up and sinking down slowly, relishing in the deep stretch that’s just on the right side of painful. When he’s fully seated, so deep I can feel him in my fucking throat, I exhale a shuddery breath, the moment intense and perfect and absolutely everything I need. I roll my hips, pleasure pooling low in my belly as my head drops back on a long, low moan.
“Oh my fucking god,” he mumbles, one arm sliding down to wrap around my waist, locking my body tightly against his. Cam’s face is a mask of restraint, his entire body coiled tight. “You feel so good.” He leans in and presses his lips to my neck, licking and sucking the sensitive skin until I whimper, unable to move with his arm like a vise around me. “So fucking good all wrapped around my cock.”
“Please,” I pant, gasping when he seals his mouth over my pulse and sucks lightly before grazing his teeth over the spot. “I need to move. I need…”
“I know what you need,” Cam rasps, gripping my hips in both hands and rocking me over him as he plants his feet on the ground and thrusts his hips up, hitting a spot that has pleasure whipping through me.
“Holy fuck, again.” I moan, gripping his shoulders, my fingersdigging into the firm muscle as he fucks up into me over and over, holding me steady against his thrusts until I’m panting and sweaty. “More,” I manage, wild with lust, electricity racing up and down my limbs.
Cam chuckles, dipping his head to capture one of my nipples in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the tight peak as I grind my clit against him, desperate for an orgasm that feels just out of reach. “Look at you,” he drawls, his gravelly voice vibrating against my skin. “Taking me so well. So needy. So desperate. You want more, baby? You think you can take it?”
