“I…” I pant, trying to find my words. “We’re not having sex.”
“That’s fine,” he murmurs before running his tongue over the ridge of my clavicle.
The sensation has my cock twitching between us, and he lets out a little hum of appreciation before rolling his hips into me again. But despite his assurance, his body is saying something entirely different, and I find myself rushing to explain further.
“It’s not that I haven’t, like, done it before. Because I have. It’s just, my brother and my parents are down the hall and this isn’t really something I do often and—”
Camden presses his mouth to mine in a kiss that’s rough yet sweet, a brief silencing, with him pulling away seconds later. But, somehow, it still manages to leave me equally as breathless as the ones prior, especially when his thumb traces over my lower lip.
“We’re not having sex. So you can stop freaking out,” he says, his tone both gentle and slightly amused.
“Are you okay with that?”
He nods, a little smile forming. “We’ll go as far as you want. I’ll be perfectly fine if our dicks don’t even enter the equation.” His attention dips to my mouth briefly, and I catch his throat working to swallow. “But in case they do, I want you to know I got tested in November, and it all came back clear. Negativefor everything. I haven’t been with anyone since, and I’m pretty much the poster child for condom use anyway, but if you—”
“I don’t actually think you had syphilis. Or anything else, for that matter,” I whisper.
“I just want you to be aware,” he rasps. “And I want you to know I would never put you in that position either.”
I nod, a bit of guilt eating at me with his rushed delivery of all this information. It makes me wonder if the comment I made earlier this year stuck with him this long.
God, I fucking hope not.
“I trust you, Cam.”
He smiles again, pure sunshine and golden retriever, before brushing his nose along mine. “Then I’m at your mercy, Little Reed.”
“At my mercy?”
“Yeah,” he whispers against my lips. “Do your worst.”
With those parting words, he lifts himself off me completely, only to fall with his back against the mattress at my side. I sit up and stare at him, still hard and sprawled out before me like a sinful fantasy, and it takes me a moment to collect my thoughts. Even then, I have no clue where to start. The options are endless, and I swear my brain glitches into an error code for a solid thirty seconds because of it.
Meanwhile this shithead is grinning at me, all cheeky and cute, as if he has no idea what he’s just done.
“And for the record, I didn’t think you were a virgin, but if you keep gawking at me like that, I might start to question it.”
That snaps me out of my daze, and I pin him with a glare. “Shut up, Camden.”
He grins some more, a hellish gleam to his eyes now. “I have a few suggestions on how to make that happen. Just say the word.”
Lust zips through my veins like lightning, going straight tomy cock with the way his words paint multiple filthy pictures in my mind. But I think I want to torture him a little first.
Turning to my side, I slide my hand down his rippling abs, enjoying the feel of them beneath my palm, before reaching my final destination. My fingers wrap around his cock over the top of his underwear, feeling how long and thick he is. The rounded tip is already seeping pre-cum into the fabric, and he lets out a soft moan when I give him a gentle stroke, the sound sending another zing of desire to my own dick.
He’s expressive, I quickly realize, as he arches into my touch while these sinful little noises slip out, completely unabashed about letting me know how good I’m making him feel. But this is just the beginning, and I can’t wait to see what other delectable sounds I’ll pull from him.
There’s a small part of my brain still screaming about this being a terrible idea, doing its best to remind me that this isfake.
A lie. A deception.
A fallacy I concocted to cast a shadow on the person I really want.
But as I look at Camden, as I stare into those swirling blue depths—see them glimmering with trust and desire—I realize there might actually be some truth to this farce.
And as scary as it is, it’s not enough to stop me.
“Take these off,” I whisper, tugging at his waistband with my free hand.
