He’s quick to oblige, shedding the only layer of decency left and tossing it into the darkness beyond the bed.
I’ve seen his cock before, but that was a moment when I didn’t think to truly appreciate how fucking gorgeous it is. Even in the dim lighting, I notice the veins running from his base all the way up to the tip, disappearing beneath the mushroom head. A bead of pre-cum pools at his slit, and my mouth waters at the sight, giving me half a mind to lick it off before sucking himdeeper into my mouth.
“I know I said to do your worst,” he whispers, drawing my attention back to his face. “But if you make me come just from looking at it, I will never live it down.”
I smirk, taunting, “A little quick on the trigger, are we?”
“This round? Most likely,” he admits with a shrug. “But after that, you better hope you can keep up.”
Damn.
His honesty takes me by surprise, but it’s the confidence in his candor that’s so fucking sexy, I can’t help being in awe of it too. I’ve never met anyone as brazen and unapologetic as him. About who he is, what he wants.
It makes me want to be just as bold.
Licking my lips, I lean down and press my palms against the mattress on either side of his rib cage. From the way he watches me, I can tell he thinks I’m about to kiss him. But rather than claiming his mouth, my lips find a home at the base of his throat, just above his collarbone.
He lets out a little sigh as I slowly make a path downward, brushing kiss after kiss along his skin. First his chest, then the base of his sternum. Trailing down his abs until I finally reach the sinful set of cum gutters leading to his cock.
Reaching between us, I wrap my palm around the base, feeling the weight of him in my hand for the first time. Instinctively, I give a gentle stroke, enjoying the way his skin moves over his length, before bringing him to my mouth.
Camden hums, the low, growly sound drawing my attention back to his face. He’s watching me with a predatory hunger, his teeth scraping over his lower lip.
“You gonna let me see what that mouth can do?”
“Maybe, as long as you behave,” I tease before lashing my tongue out over the tip.
The first bead of pre-cum bursts on my taste buds, the saltytang flooding my mouth, causing it to salivate for more. So I do it again, my tongue flicking over the head, only to take the entire crown between my lips.
His eyes sink closed, a whimper slipping out when I gently suck on him before pulling away again. It’s a slow kind of torment as I lick the length of his shaft, going from root to tip before returning to the crown and lavishing it with attention. Swirling my tongue around the head, then flicking the nerve underneath. Licking up more pre-cum as it seeps from his slit.
Doing everything I can to drive him absolutely mad.
“You regret telling me to do my worst?” I whisper.
The heat of my breath on his dick causes it to twitch against my lips, and he moans out a single word.
“Never.”
Good.
Both of my hands grip his thighs as I take him in my mouth again and start to bob over his length. I grow bolder with each motion, picking up speed and letting more of his shaft slide past my lips. His groans and pants spur me on further, as do the shallow thrusts his hips start to make. It’s nothing I can’t handle. In fact, it only makes me want to take more of him—as much as I dare—to make him feel even better than I already do.
I moan around his cock as it slides all the way in, not stopping until it gently hits the back of my throat. He gasps, his body arching off the bed to the point where my nose brushes the light smattering of hair at the base.
“Ah,fuck. Can I—?”
He moans again when I pull back enough to press my tongue firmly against the nerve beneath his crown, the words dying on his lips before he can give them voice. It’s only when I release him completely—noticing him white-knuckling the covers beneath him—that I realize what the rest of his sentence was going to be.
Touch you.
Can I touch you?
It cracks my chest wide open, the way he’s constantly seeking permission and consent. Yeah, his dick and body, his charm and confidence, they all hold a sinful appeal, but I think it’s his consideration that’s the sexiest thing about him.
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice gravelly and raw. “Please touch me.”
Reaching for his hands, I slowly peel his fingers from the sheets. He doesn’t need more encouragement than that, his palms finding my shoulders, skimming over my skin while I take him back in my mouth. I feel his gaze on my face, watching me lick and suck on his shaft, his grip tightening whenever I do something he particularly enjoys.
