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“It’s my perfume,” I tell him. I spritzed so much on myself before I left the apartment, I’m surprised my roommates didn’t call me out on it. Who needs to wear that much perfume to go study at the library?
“I love that shit.” His lips move against my neck, making me shiver. “Your skin is so soft here.”
Before I can respond, he starts kissing me there, blazing a trail with his hot mouth down the length of my neck. I arch my head back, giving him better access, panting louder with every touch of his tongue on my skin. And when he bites me, his teeth making my flesh sting when they gently clamp down, I cry out.
He pauses. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head. “Do it again.”
He licks and kisses and nibbles on my neck. My shoulder. His fingers slide the strap of my tank down, but it doesn’t move much, thanks to it being really tight spandex. A frustrated growl leaves him and he gives it a good shove, my left breast popping out, my nipple aching for his mouth.
Cam covers it with his hand, squeezing and kneading my flesh. Eventually removing all of his fingers but one, drawing it in circles around my nipple, making it grow even harder if that’s possible.
When he dips his head and swipes his tongue across the bit of flesh, I immediately clamp my hands around the back of his head, keeping him there. He sucks and licks it, his other hand tugging on the strap on my right shoulder, until my other breast is exposed too.
“Fuck.” He groans just as he gathers me in his arms and carries me over to his bed, dumping me onto the mattress, so I land with a little bounce.
“Cam—” I can only choke the one word out before he’s on me. Crawling over me, pressing his big, heavy body onto mine. I welcome the weight, savoring the feel of him, a sigh of pleasure leaving me when his mouth finds mine.
We kiss and grind, essentially dry humping each other like we’re teens who can’t take it too far because we have a curfew, but oh my God, it’s glorious, having Cam Fields rub his thick dick against me, showing me what he can do without actually doing it. My skin is electrified, my core aching with the need to be filled, and I seriously can’t remember the last time I’ve enjoyed a make-out session so much.
Maybe never.
“We need to get this off you,” he mutters after he’s ended our kiss. He rises above me, his hands busy, tugging on the bottom of my cropped tank. I throw my hands up, giggling when he struggles, and eventually, I take over, pulling the suddenly too tight tank off and over my head, tossing it onto the floor.
He pauses, staring at me, his gaze skimming over my shoulders. My chest. My stomach. I just lie there and let him look his fill, not embarrassed. He’s the one who’s essentially straddling my body and studying me as if he wants to eat me alive. “You’re beautiful.”
I squirm, vaguely uncomfortable with his compliment.
“You are.” Cam drifts his fingers across my stomach, toying along the edge of my sweats. Goose bumps rise on my skin from his touch. “Whatcha got on under those sweatpants, B?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” I suck in a breath when he tugs on the drawstring.
“I would.” He slips his fingers beneath the gathered waistband, sliding down. Down… “You are such a bad girl, Bumblebee.”
“Bumblebee?” I’m breathless. Unable to think when he’s got his fingers so close to my pussy.
“Your new nickname. You like it?” He dips his head, his mouth brushing mine, teeth nibbling at my lower lip before he pulls away. “You’re not wearing panties. Again.”
“What’s the point?” I ask weakly, spreading my legs slightly when his fingers slip lower.
“I like the way you think.” He’s grinning, his smile devilish, his touch sent straight from heaven when he slides his fingers downward to completely cup my pussy. “We should get rid of these.”
The sweats are gone in an instant, leaving me completely naked and still pinned beneath him. He’s straddling me, his knees on either side of my thighs, his hands braced on the pillow my head rests on. He kisses me, soft and sweet, his tongue doing a thorough sweep, and when he pulls away, I try to follow him, lifting my head. Needing more.
His smile tells me he knows this, his mouth finding my ear. My neck. Drifting across my chest, my breasts, tongue teasing my nipples. His lips coast across my stomach, kissing one hipbone, then the other. Until I’m a panting, squirming mess, watching him drift his mouth across my lower belly, right above my pubic hair.
“You want me?” His gaze lifts to mine, dark and naughty. “Here?”
His fingers trace the seam of my pussy, never quite dipping inside.
I nod frantically, my heart racing in anticipation.
“I can smell you.” He presses his face into my skin, breathing deep. “Better than the perfume.”
He has a thing for the way I smell, and it’s kind of hot.
“Spread your legs, B.” His big hands go to the insides of my thighs, pushing them wide open. “And get ready.”
