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He chuckles, eyes going all low and hooded. Looking like sex on a stick as he tugs down my pajama pants. My cock hits my stomach with a soft smack as my pants slide down my thighs. Xan bites his lip, then his tongue wets them.Holy fuck, yes.
“Already leaking for me?” he asks, taking me in his big hand, squeezing from root to tip until another little clear bead appears. He rolls it around with his thumb, massaging it into the head and I have to bite down hard on my lips to avoid moaning.
I release a heavy shaky breath when his lips wrap around me. It’s too much. Maybe he is right. But fuck it. I grab the pillow from under my head and slam it over my face so I can release a few little sounds of pleasure. I can feel when he chuckles, his throat tightening around me, and hell, that feels great too.
Then he really gets going, sucking and licking. Pulling my thighs apart, his lifts them in the air, exposing me. My heart goes wild in anticipation. Is he going to—I barely get the thought out when I groan involuntarily and shake at the feeling of his tongue swiping the puckered flesh.Fucking glorious.
I have a time of it, focusing on the incredible feeling of his tongue on me, while his fist pumps me, trying not to scream out.
When I feel the press of his fingertip at my entrance, I just about die. Wild horses are coursing through my veins, galloping away at breakneck speeds. Then he’s in me. His long thick finger. “Ommygod,”I hiss, and pull the pillow from my face so I can see him. He looks as lust drunk as me. Our eyes connect, taking in this moment. This deeper connection.
He leans over me and presses a kiss on my belly. So unlike his ab-rippled stomach. But he kisses it anyway, nibbling on the soft flesh. So gentle, as he works his finger in me extra slow. When he presses deeper, an involuntary groan comes from the back of my throat, and I release a breath I haven’t known I’ve been holding. That soft bundle of nerves inside, he’s found it, and he knows it. His finger massages over the spot. My knees fall open further, practically hitting the bed, as my back arches.
Propping up on my elbows, I watch his face as he works me. He leans over me again, never pausing his delicious motion, to kiss my lips. Nips at them. Rubs his tongue across mine. Soft lapping noises while I start grinding on him, taking the pleasure he’s offering.
“Xan, I’m close,” I warn him when I feel the sudden arrival of my orgasm.
“Come for me, love,” he coaxes. I concentrate on the feeling, my hands gripping the sheets, mouths barely moving over each other.
Then I go off like a sieve. Handsfree, I erupt all over myself as Xan gently slows his finger.
When he pulls out, he lies in the spot next to me. Plants more kisses on my chin as I catch my breath. “That was...”
“Amazing,” he finishes. “Cam, I love you.”
I look over at him, wondering if I’ve heard right. He nods, as if knowing my thoughts. “I do. I love you.”
Blinking a little dumbfounded, I feel the smile tugging my cheeks. “I love you, too, Xander Briggs.”
Xander
It feels weird to be back here, in the chow hall. Cam said he’s here with Nayla. Last meal of the semester before everyone goes home for winter break. It’s cold as shit up here, though West Virginia isn’t much warmer.
When I spot Cam, I want to carry him away over my shoulder, but there’s this mixed feeling, because I really did manage to lose my best friend in the world this semester. Over a guy. Not that I’ll take it back. Cam is the love of my life, and I’m glad as hell I went for him. But I don’t want to hold this grudge against Nayla anymore.
She’s been a good friend to Cam while I’ve been away, and that means a lot to me. Even if we aren’t speaking, I am hoping our bond is so strong we can recover from this.
Cam starts waving when he spots me, and I can’t help the cheesin’ grin that takes over my face. My guy still gives me butterflies.
Nayla turns around then and spots me. She gives me a half smile, which is as good a start as any. I take the spot next to her and while I reach across the table to grab Cam’s hand, I speak to her first.
“Hey, Nay.”
“You look good,” she replies easily. Maybe this doesn’t have to be awkward.
“So do you. How you been?”
“Been good. Listen—” she starts, but I cut her off, so at the same time, we both gush, “I’m sorry.”
We instantly start laughing. And just like that, it’s like it’s always been. I throw my arm around her, steal a French fry, and we shoot the shit for a bit.
Then she pokes me in the ribs, hard. “Forgot I have a bone to pick with you.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“You can’t steal my new bestie next term, and all summer. It’s total bullshit.”
“You’ve had him the past two months, it’s my turn,” I reason. She’s just joking, I’m sure. Having Cam stay with me for the winter term while he takes some online classes at Whitmore is better than anything I could have hoped for. And we’ve locked down his summer internship too. It’s all falling into place. And for once, I’m not afraid it’s going to be ripped away from me. These Parker men got me believing that the universe is conspiring to bring me happiness.
