Oh, dear Lord.
My thighs clench, doing what he says, and I kneel on the finished wood floor. He pumps himself a few times, the bead of cum glistening on his tip, making my mouth open on instinct. Thrusting his hips forward, I swirl my tongue around the tip. A guttural growl vibrates his muscular frame, and I grip his balls in my hand, making him groan before I fit my mouth entirely around him.
He threads his fingers in my hair, moving my head at the same rhythm as my mouth.
“You love sucking that cock?” he breathes. I struggle to move my head up and down to answer him since using words is impossible. “Princesses are supposed to be innocent, Taryn. But here you are on your knees, taking my cock to the back of your throat like a good little whore.”
He slaps the side of my face a few times, his dick still working in and out, gliding against my tongue. The sting has heat pooling in my lower belly and rushing to my core.
He pushes his hips forward further, his tip hitting the back of my throat. He holds me there, tears pooling in my eyes as I gag around him and battle for breath. His grip on my hair tightens, and he pulls my mouth off him, my saliva coating his cock.
I suck air into my lungs as he walks to the door and removes the multi-step stool next to the wall, dragging it across the floor.
The scraping of the heels against the wood increases the frantic thumping in my chest. I’m unsure if it’s because I’m worried about what will happen or because I’m ashamed of what I’m about to say.
I open my mouth to say something. Anything. Yet, my jaw hangs open like it’s another invitation for him to claim my mouth again while I try to muster the right way to tell him. Cameron glances up from the stool to me, the heat that was just on his face a second ago shifting to concern.
He scans my expression. “Taryn, what’s wrong?”
“I need to be honest with you.” I wring my hands, my pulse pounding.
His brows pull together.
“Do you want to sit down for this?” I motion to the stool.
His eyes remain attached to mine. “No. But you might— Your face is white.”
When I don’t move, frozen in place by my thoughts bouncing around in my skull, he sits down on the stool.
“Come here,” he orders, reaching for me with his sweet tone.
I walk toward him, feeling completely vulnerable under his scrutinizing stare. He grabs my hand and then my waist with his other, pulling me on top of his thighs to face him. I’m straddling his thick legs, his thighs rubbing against mine. Cameron’s not pulling me on his cock, touching me, or doing anything of the sort. He brushes a strand of hair out of my face and holds me.
“What do you want to tell me?” he whispers so softly my heart snaps.
“I— Uh…” I inhale an unstable breath and try again. “I have never had sex before.”
He goes completely still under me. His eyes widen. “Like…ever?”
“I mean, I’ve kissed a few guys, but never anything past that.”
His hands wander to my ass and flex. “Oh my God, Taryn!”
I slap a hand over his mouth, his breath ragged and moist against my palm. “Shhhh. They are sleeping out there.” I remove my hand.
“Brennan and I forced you to your knees, and we weren’t gentle about it,” he whisper-yells. “We were so close to fucking you right then and there. And I was just about to take your ass in a food pantry, and you’re a virgin and have never been fucked.”
I shake my head.
He eyes me suspiciously. “If you’ve never slept with a man, then you’re still a virgin—” The following words die on his tongue.
“I mean, I’m not exactly inexperienced.”
He swallows, arching a dark brow. “What?”
I never expected to admit this to anyone. But I figured I would have sex the normal way first before trying anal, but here we are. “I didn’t want to be inexperienced when the time came. So one night, it was just me, a toy, and a bottle of wine.” A toy I am well acquainted with now.
His perplexed look worries me. “Are you fucking with me right now?”
