Page 39 of Made to Be

I swore I had never been kissed like this. And gods above, if a kiss could make me fall in love...

My lips parted and Cam’s pierced tongue instantly swept into my mouth to tangle with my own. He tasted so sweet and heady and so uniquely him that it made my knees buckle. But Cam seemed ready for it, and his grip held me steady. I clung to him to keep me afloat as I lost myself to the soul-crushing, earth-shattering kiss. I surrendered to him completely, body going pliant in a silent request for him to do with me as he desired.

The intensity of it sent my glasses askew and Cam didn’t even pull back from the kiss to gently remove them and set them on the sink.

And when he sucked my tongue directly into his mouth, an extremely undignified noise squeaked out of my throat. He released it with apop,a clear line of spit connecting our now parted lips.

The grin he gave me was devious, filled with sinful promise and a little filthy. His full lips were red and glistening from the kiss, and I knew right then that I wanted that mouth all over my body. Every inch. I wanted his tongue inside of me, those thick, strong fingers parting my cheeks so that he could devour my ass like a freaking Sunday dinner.

“But,” he began, and it was only then that I realized I was leaning back into him as I stretched onto my toes to reach his mouth once more. A damn moth to the flame. “You wanted to shower, Vic.”

I blinked rapidly, “Y... yeah. Shower. Right.”

That would be perfect. Yes, me and Cam naked in the shower together. All naked and wet with his hands gliding all over my slippery, soapy skin. And naked.

I reached out for the button on Cam’s fly, but his hand grabbed mine, stopping me. Confused, I glanced up to see a playful grin smiling down at me.

“You first, Vic,” he practically purred. “I’ll watch.”

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And watch he did.

That wasallhe did.

Cam watched as I showered, eyes raking all over my body as I tried to angle myself so that he couldn’t see my rock-hard cock pointing straight upinto the air the entire time. But it was... Fuck, it was such a turn on. Him just sitting there gazing at me with those bedroom eyes. It was the strangest foreplay I had ever participated in – if I could call it that – and having someone watch me shower was a kink I hadn’t expected to unlock.

When I thought my dick would have gone down without him touching me, all it had done was grown even harder as if to scream,“Yes, I’m still here! Not going anywhere! Pay attention to me!”

Was I thoroughly tempted to say fuck it and jerk off in the shower right before Cam’s eyes. Absolutely. Had I pegged him for a voyeur, not particularly. But the idea of it was doing things to me. I wanted him to watch me stroke my dick until I came with his name on my lips. I wanted to prep myself on my hands and knees before him, displayed like his own personal feast for his eyes only.

But was I too embarrassed to actually follow through? Yes, yes I was.

So, as my soapy palm slicked over my straining erection, I only allowed a brief touch to get clean but relished the few seconds of pleasure zinging through me.

When I was done, I left the water running for Cam as I dried off. I swallowed thickly as he undid his zipper. My mind seemed to solely focus on that metallic sound over the rushing of the water. As he removed his remaining clothes, I caught the smirk he sent my way.His cheeks were flushed but it contrasted the way he held himself, all cocky and self-assured. Like he knew what me seeing him in his full naked glory did to me.

I hadn’t truly gotten a good glimpse the few times he had been naked before me. And when he had stumbled into my bedroom that first night, I had been too shocked to really notice or appreciate him.

But now I could.

And fuck was he beautiful.

He towered over me, body thick and sculpted with muscle. The tattoos spanning his chest and arms were encompassing and beautiful, mostly black and gray of varied designs and patterns. That mysterious puckered scar sat beside a skull across his right pec that connected to a spiderweb with a black widow on the left. The webbing climbed up the side of his neck and I even caught a bat and a few other gothic-style details mixed in. A Japanese-style one decorated his left bicep, highlighted in red and white, a carp surrounded by waves and flowers. My eyes trailed up and down his frame, taking in his toned legs with their dusting of dark hair.

Then my eyes settled on his groin. A thick nestling of black hair sat above his half-hard cock which was still mouthwatering in that state. It was long and thick, with a darker head that gradually tapered. It looked so soft and smooth and warm.

I wanted to burry my face in that patch of hair and suck his cock into my mouth until I was choking on it.

He seemed to stand there for a few moments longer than necessary, clearly allowing me to look my fill. As he turned to step into the shower, I greedily eyed the many tattoos that spanned his upper back. It also provided me with a full, unimpeded view of his ass. Full and round with little dimples in each cheek...

Damn he had a biteable ass.

I wanted to bite itso bad.

Somehow – magic probably – we each managed to get ready for bed without jumping the other’s bones. We seemed to be holding onto a quiet, unspoken truce. Either that, or we were each waiting to see who would cave first and make the official move into more dangerous, sexy territory.

A cruel game of horny chicken.