As his cock softens, having been milked thoroughly, I release it and rip his sweater from between his teeth to keep it in my grip. My fingers continue to pound into him as I plunge my tongue into his mouth, consuming his pleasure so desperately that I can taste the salt of his tears.
My face becomes wet with them, spurring me on.
“Please,” Cameron begs, pulling back just enough to speak. “S-stop. It’s too much; I’m going to die.”
“Is this too much, sweetheart?” I ask, slowing my fingers so that they’re sliding in and out of him with a calm, teasing pace.
“Yes!”
Gently, I pull out of him, lifting my fist to my mouth to lick his come from my fingers. Cameron shudders, full body, and watches me with sated, startled eyes.
“You taste so sweet,” I tell him, keeping our eyes locked. “Did it feel good?”
He nods, slow and unsure as his eyes search mine. Then, as if startled, he stands up straight.
“What time is it?” he asks, voice shaky and scared.
Wiping my fingers on my shirt, I pull my phone from the pocket of my joggers. “7:45. Why?”
“Fuck!” Cameron curses. “I… I have to go.”
He seems hesitant, like he’s afraid of hurting my feelings. But I remember what Cassie said about his new job starting today.
“First day?” I supply, grinning at him.
Cameron’s shoulders sag, a soft breath leaving him. “Yes, first day. I can’t be late.”
Still using my shirt, I wipe the come from his stomach and bend over to drag his underwear and shorts up his legs, tucking him away.
“Have a nice first day, then,” I tell him, leaning in to kiss the side of his neck, right where his pulse is fluttering.
Cameron gasps, his body sagging against mine. “T-thank you.”
“I’ll call you,” I promise, pulling away from him.
“C-call?” Cameron asks, eyes unfocused as I let him stand on his own two feet.
“Yes. I’ll call you.”
As if the world has suddenly made itself known once again, Cameron’s expression becomes a bit closed off. He straightens his spine and takes a sidestep, backing away from me.
“Right,” he draws quietly, no longer meeting my eyes. “Later, then.”
He turns on his heel, heading back the way he came.
“Cameron,” I call, my chest suddenly tight.
“Yes?” he replies, not bothering to turn and face me.
I watch his back expand, his hands shaking at his sides.
“Answer it. When I call.” My tone leaves no room for argument.
Luckily, he doesn’t try. Instead, he nods once and continues on his way.
It’s been two days. No, I haven’t called, but I know he just started work and is probably exhausted.
That doesn’t meanCassiehasn’t reached out, though. She babbles about us hanging out again and how she and her friends went to a coffee shop in town this afternoon.
