All of them were stunning, and gorgeous, and I’m just me. I don’t have curves, or breasts, and that’s all he’s knows. “What’s wrong, Bobo?” His eyes are fixated on my bare thighs.
“Just feels weird is all.”
“Feels weird, or scary?”
Both. “I’ve just never had anyone do this. What if you don’t like it?”
A soft chuckle leaves his lips. “I guarantee I’m going to like it.”
I hate myself, but the question slips. “How do you know?” I don’t think I’d survive the embarrassment of his rejection. It’s what’s kept me from this all along. I don’t know. It’s just easier doing the pleasing. You don’t have to wonder about anything else.
I am a lot smaller than Cam, I know this. I felt him. I could feel him in my hand. Then there are his exes. Most of them were full-figured, beautiful women. I’m a bit on the skinny side, with little to no muscle definition at all. I hate it, but I can’t help comparing.
“Bo.” I look up, meeting his eyes. “Why don’t you let me show you how much I’ll like it.” He tugs me sharply nearer to the edge, my grip on the lid tightening. His large hand smooths up one of my calves, then my thighs, until he reaches the thin fabric. “Lift.” My throat works, but I listen, lifting slightly and letting him slip off my underwear. “These are hot.” He smiles.
His shirt I’m wearing falls almost to my knees, and he cups under one of my legs, lifting it so I can rest my foot on the edge, then he repeats this with the other. My knees draw together on instinct. “Relax. Spread your legs and let me show you.”
I swallow hard before I obey and slowly lean back against the wall. There’s not a hell of a lot of room for me to move, but it doesn’t deter Cam one bit. He gently raises his long shirt up overmy cock. “Hold this.” His eyes melt all over me. “I may be bad at sucking dick, but I’m amazing at eating pussy.” He takes one of my thighs, pulling it over his shoulder and letting my left leg fall back. I grip the edge, afraid to fall off, but I know he won’t let me. I know he’s got me. “I can safely say I’ll enjoy eating yours.”
Fuck that’s hot. I take a deep breathe as Cam leans in, breath fanning over my balls. His fingers rub along my rim, spreading my hole and opening me up, flicking his tongue against my entrance. Holy shit. He licks again, groaning against me. Gripping the piano, I shut my eyes, focusing on the warm wet strokes of his tongue and not everything I think I’m not. This feels so fucking good. Holy shit. Every lash, stroke, and suck driving me crazy.
Cam is right, he is good at eating pussy.
“Camden. God, please. More.” I grab myself behind the knee that’s not over his shoulder, leaning back against the wall. I should feel embarrassed, but all I feel are his lips and tongue pushing me toward the edge. I need him deeper. His hands cradle my ass as it nearly hangs off the edge, and my head lolls against the wall as I look down at him. I feel like paparazzi with how many mental images I’m taking right now. Fuck he looks good down there.
Twirling his tongue around my hole, a question hits his eyes, and I nod fast. “Please do it.” With a soft grin Cam sucks his fingers, slowly probing them at my hole. I suck in a breath as he thrusts shallowly. I squeeze him tight and feel every inch of them as he slowly fucks me.
Pulling my leg back wider, my back bows against the wall as he strokes in and out of me slowly. I’m losing my mind. I bear down as he seeks that spot inside me. He finds it with a soft stroke, forcing a guttural cry to leave my lips, and I’m done. My balls tighten. “Cam, don’t stop. Ah fuck, don’t stop. Fuck. Fuck.”
“So open for me. I bet I could slide right inside you right now.” He does it again, playing with my prostate, then he shocks me by sucking one of my balls into his mouth as he strokes me.
“Is that what you want, Bowen? Huh?” I blink my eyes open, looking at him, at the smirk plastered on his handsome face between my thighs. “You want me to fuck all the common sense right out of you?” I nod fast, agreeing to anything. Terms and conditions who? I’d be signing my life away with his mouth on me.
“Cam, I’m close.” Precum smeared across my belly, I lift his shirt bunching the fabric over my nipples. I’m sure I look ridiculous right now perched on this piano. Camden sucks me into his mouth and I’m falling, my legs shaking. He sucks harder. My body shatters and I grip his hair hard as he drinks every drop without flinching.
Suckling my head, he lets me fall from his mouth. “Fingers,” I groan, the sensitivity almost painful.
“Oh, sorry.” He grins, slowly pulling them out. “One second. Don’t uh, move. Or fall.” I watch him run off. My head falls back against the wall. There’s so much sticky cum on my belly.
I lie there for another uncomfortable minute. “No, please. Take your time—” Cam runs back in with a washcloth.
“Sorry.” He grins before it falls from his face as he takes me in. “Fuck . . .” Instead of giving me the cloth, he moves between my legs.
“Cam what are you, oh—” My back bows as he laves slow circles around my rim. “Do-don’t—” He grins before diving back in, flicking his tongue across my sensitive hole, and my dick tries to rally on my stomach. “So fucking pretty.” He cleans me up then hooks his arms around my waist. I slide into him as he holds me, pulling me onto his lap on the bench, our lips so close. I dive in, licking into his mouth and tasting myself on his tongue.We sit like that, kissing, and I don’t want to get up. I can feel how hard he is, and I can’t help myself. I need a taste.
“I want to taste you.” So badly.
“This is about you.”
“So give me what I want.”
I see the war in his eyes. Instead of waiting for him, I slide off his lap. Thankfully he gives in, pushing the bench back. “You don’t have to. I’m okay.”
I feel like I’m floating, my orgasm filling my head like a drug. “What if I need this just as bad?”
Cam blinks. Why does he seem shocked? “What do you want?”
One weekend. If this is all I’m getting, this is what I’m doing. Cam’s beautiful body is my playground and I want a taste.
