“Come for me, come on my tongue like the good girl I know you are.”
Her leg shakes on my shoulder and I know she’s close. I press my fingers harder against the spot inside that I know drives her crazy. Her breaths come quick and sharp through her nose as she keeps her lips tight around the stick of the lollipop.
Then she comes, chest buckling forward as her body curls against me. Her leg tightens around my shoulder as muffled moans try to escape her mouth. My tongue slows against her before I take one final languid stroke against her.
I lower her leg to the floor and stand to hold her, taking the lollipop from her mouth. “So beautiful. So fucking perfect.”
When her breathing finally steadies, she rests her forehead against my chest, still shaking.
“Cam,” she whispers, voice ragged. “That was…fucking hot.”
I run my hand up and down her back. I feel her chest expand with a deep breath before she reaches down to my hand to take the lollipop and she looks up at me.
“Open your mouth, Cam.”
Chapter thirty-four
Kate
His brow lifts, his lips curving into a mischievous smile, but he obeys without a word. His lips part, inviting in that way that makes my clit throb. I slide the lollipop between them, and he closes his mouth around it, tongue curling with a quiet groan that sends a bolt of heat straight through me.
I lean in close, my palm flattening against his chest. “Lean back,” I whisper.
He watches me, breath thickening, and lets me push him until his shoulders hit the bookshelf behind him. His chest rises sharply. I slide my hands down the front of his shirt—slow, teasing, claiming. In my entire life I will never grow tired of feeling his body under my hands.
And when I drop to my knees, his breath stops completely.
I hear the crack of the candy come from his mouth as he bites down, like it’s too much, like the sight of me kneeling for him disrupts something vital in his brain. He slips the stick from his mouth as his other hand goes to the back of my head, then he pulls back, giving me space.
“Take my cock out, Katie.”
His jaw flexes as I unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down. I want him undone. Ruined. Gone for me. I slide his boxers down and his cock springs free, already hard. I wrap my hand around him.
“Shit,” he breathes as his head tilts back to the books. “That feels good.”
“Do you want my hands or my mouth, Cam?”
He laughs softly as his eyes meet mine. His hand slides from my hair to my jaw, then he slides his thumb across my lips.
I stroke him once then lean in and slide the flat of my tongue along the underside of him, from the base all the way to the bead of precum at the tip. His whole body shudders.
“Fuck—baby—”
I take his cock into my mouth, letting him fill me slowly, savoring the way he tastes. His hand finds my hair again, fingers tightening, but he doesn’t guide—he just holds on like he might fall apart if he doesn’t.
“Look at me,” he whispers.
When my eyes find his, the way he looks back at me—hungry, reverent—makes heat flood through me.
I bob my head slowly at first, letting the rhythm build, letting him feel every inch of it. He swears under his breath, low and broken, hips jerking forward before he forces himself still.
“You look like every one of my dreams come true, on your knees, mouth full of my cock.”
I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, and he chokes on a groan, his hand tightening in my hair.
“Your mouth, shit it feels so good, you’re going to make me come if you don’t slow down.”
I don’t slow down. I want him to come. I want him feeling everything I feel when he touches me—like I’m burning from the inside out. His thighs tremble under my palms. His breath shortens, sharp and ragged.
