Gripping his hair in both hands, I yank his head up until he’s looking at me, slamming my mouth to his, kissing him with unrestrained passion. “I can take anything. Fucking give it to me, Cam.”
Cam’s eyes flash as his lips curl into a savage smirk. “You asked for it. Now suck.”
He brings two fingers to my lips that I immediately suck into my mouth, swirling my tongue over them and grazing my teeth over the tips. “Get them nice and wet for me, baby.”
His low voice skates deliciously over my skin as I rock my hips over him, our eyes locked and my entire body thrumming with anticipation as my heart beats wildly in my chest.
“You are so beautiful,” he says in a low voice, pulling his fingers from my mouth and dropping his hands to my ass. “So perfect.” He smooths both hands over me as he widens his legs, spreading me open for him. “Everything,” he murmurs. “You’re everything. Now ride me, Wildcat.”
I do exactly what he asks, rolling and grinding and dragging my clit over his pelvis, his name a chant on my lips. And when Cam pulls my cheeks apart, circling a finger around my hole just like before, I cry out, sinking immediately into the delicious intrusion. “Again,” I beg, pushing my hips back and looking for more.
Cam gives it to me, his finger circling over and over again until he finally presses just the tip inside. I suck in a sharpbreath, alternating between pushing forward onto his cock and back onto his finger as he leans in and takes my mouth, kissing me with long, wet strokes of his tongue as his finger presses deeper, stretching me out, exploring parts of me that no one has ever touched. The pleasure that pulses there is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I got a taste of it earlier, but this is different. It’s more. It throbs, aches, builds from deep inside of me at the same time as my body lights up from the thrust of his hips up into mine.
I’m all pleasure and sensation, my body trembling as my brain struggles to separate it all. Cam’s skin is slick under my palms, his breaths coming in pants as his lips rest against mine. “Fuck, Maddy, look at you, taking me everywhere.” He pushes his finger deeper, and a low, guttural groan falls from my lips. “Such a good fucking girl, the way you ride my cock and my finger. I can feel you clenching around me. Can feel how badly you need to come. You ready to come for me baby?”
Before I can even answer, Cam seals his mouth back over mine, locking his free arm around my back and fucking up into me in steady strokes that match the movement of his finger inside me. The dual sensations hurl me straight off a cliff.
“Cameron, fuck. Don’t fucking stop.”
“Never,” he grunts. “I’ll never fucking stop until you’re coming all over me, your pussy choking my cock and your cum soaking my lap. Give it to me, Maddy. Give me what’s mine.”
Cam tilts his hips forward, hitting the perfect spot inside me, and I explode, crying out as pleasure floods me. My breath backs up in my lungs and my eyes slam shut as my orgasm slices straight through me, so intense it’s almost painful. My vision goes dark and my ears ring, and I’m only vaguely aware of Cam pulling his finger out of me. His hands clamp onto my hips as he thrusts wildly, his own hips jerking and losing their rhythm as his cock throbs and he groans my name, burying his face in my neck as he unleashes inside me.
The pleasure lasts for what feels like forever, our bodiessealed together as we whisper unintelligible words that sound a lot likeyouandthisandusandalways,always,always. When the waves finally subside, I’m wrecked, my head on Cam’s shoulder and my heart slamming against my ribs, my body sweat-soaked and trembling.
“Maddy.” My name is all he says, and it sounds like a prayer. Cam strokes light, reverent hands up and down my back, smooths back my damp hair and skates his hands over my body like he’s committing it to memory. He kisses my cheeks and my forehead and every expanse of bare skin he can reach. Words I can’t make out but feel like worship fall from his lips.
Time ceases to exist, and we are the only people in the world, heartbeats matching and breaths syncing and souls braiding together until there is no more him and me; there is only us. And with his arms around me, and mine around him, I take the final fall, surrendering to what I’ve known for weeks—the place I’ve known we would end up, maybe since the very first night.
I love him.
I thought it would feel scary. That it would make my brain race withwhatifsandhowsandwhat are we going to do now. But it doesn’t. Instead, it feels like an exhale. The quiet at the end of the busiest day. The slow beat of my heart and the settling of my soul as I give myself over to the perfect rightness of it all.
I tighten my arms, turning my head to press a kiss to Cam’s neck, breathing him in and knowing that there is nowhere I would rather be than right here, with him. The words are right there, hovering between us, but neither of us speaks them, content to exist in in the quiet.
When I shiver, Cam stands, his arms still wrapped around me. “Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, walking us to the bathroom. Without putting me down, he flips on the shower, and as soon as it’s hot, he walks us both inside. Setting me down on my feet, he frames my face with his hands, our eyes locking for a beat before he lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply as the water pours down on us. Water droplets slide down hisface, and his blue eyes blaze with emotion as he pulls back, stroking his thumbs over my cheeks.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs. He leans in and kisses my forehead. “My girl.” He kisses both of my cheeks. “Mine.” He takes my mouth one more time, the kiss searing and thorough. A kind of claiming. And I really, really like being claimed by him.
When Cam breaks the kiss, he reaches over and pumps shampoo into his hand from the dispenser on the wall, working it into my hair and then rinsing it out, keeping my back to the spray so I stay warm. He does the same with the conditioner, gently running his fingers through my hair to take care of the knots. He washes me head to toe, his hands stroking over my body, between my legs, a careful caretaking that has warmth settling deep in my core.
When he goes to wash his own hair, I grasp his wrist gently, bringing it to my mouth and kissing the spot right over his pulse. “Let me.”
I run shampoo through his hair, grazing my fingernails over his scalp. He drops his head to my shoulder, letting out a deep, shaky exhale as I feel his body surrender. And he gives himself over to a kind of caretaking he is used to offering but, I suspect, rarely takes for himself. I want to be the one who gives it to him. Who gives him everything.
When we’re both clean, Cam dries every inch of my body and then his own. Lacing his fingers with mine, he leads me back into the bedroom, pulling on boxers and tugging one of his T-shirts over my head. Then he pulls back the covers so I can slide in, and I hold them up so he can climb in next to me. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he tugs me into his warmth, kissing my neck as I settle my arm over his, tangling our hands together.
Staying is probably a mistake. This floor is full of football players, and sneaking out in the morning will be far more complicated than doing it now. But there is nothing that would make me leave Cam’s arms.
I sigh, settling deeper into his hold, my eyes drooping closed as exhaustion takes over.
“Sleep, baby,” he whispers, his breath ghosting over my ear, lips traveling over my jaw. “I’ve got you.”
Knowing he does, that he will, I drift off, straight into dreams.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
MADDY
