I rub my thighs together, rocking back and forth to try and ease the ache. It doesn’t do much. He keeps letting out a low, drawn-out moan each time he hits the back of my throat. If he does enough of those, I might just come without him touching me.
I try to hold back for as long as possible, but he picks up the pace, and each thrust gets harder and harder. I can’t take him anymore, my throat gagging as he brings me to my limit.
He pulls out, giving me the briefest moment to breathe before he does it all over again. I gag all over again now that he knows the exact way to pump into me.
“Good girl,” he pants. His head falls backward, but I keep my eyes locked on him. I’m fascinated by watching every single reaction. He swallows, the muscles of his throat working hard as he stifles a moan.
He slows, switching to slow, long thrusts instead of quick, punishing ones. It gives me a moment to gather myself as much as possible. Tears still fall from my eyes from the pressure of him. I gag, trying my best to keep my lips over my teeth.
“Maybe I should’ve fucked your face sooner. You actually listen with my cock shoved down your throat.” I moan around him, my eyes fluttering shut.
I’m about to pull away, to beg him to fuck me because my mouth can’t take any more, but I feel his balls tighten in my grip. It fuels me, prompting me to keep going to make him finish. I want to taste the proof of his arousal.
“I’m close.” He groans, both hands now holding my head to guide it the exact way he wants. I let him, wanting to do whatever I can to bring him to the brink of release.
He keeps the pace until his whole body tenses. His eyes open to meet mine, but he struggles to keep them open. They flutter closed in pleasure. My eyes flick down to how tightly wound his muscles are.
“Get ready to swallow,” he demands through a clenched jaw. “Every last fucking drop.”
Before I can give any kind of reaction, ropes of cum hit the back of my throat. They don’t relent as I try to take as much as I can. He tries to pull back when I can feel some leaking out the sides, but I keep him in my mouth until his body relaxes. He finally gives some relief to my scalp, his grip loosening as the tips of his fingers absentmindedly play with the strands of my hair.
I swallow the last of him when he pulls out of me. He doesn’t go far, but enough to give me time to breathe. His gaze focuses on the corner of my mouth. I reach up, wiping at the corner to find his cum. Maintaining eye contact, I slip it into my mouth and lick it from my skin.
He watches me closely, his body freezing for a moment before he pulls me off the ground. Before I can say or do anything, he’s smashing his mouth to mine. I’ve barely swallowed his cum, and he’s shoving his tongue in my mouth, kissing me with a type of ferocity I’ve never felt before.
The kiss slows, his tongue gliding in and out of my mouth until he pulls away. Our foreheads rest against one another as we catch our breath.
“Camden,” I whisper, unable to form words at what just happened. I squirm, needing friction between my thighs but also wanting to stay locked in the tender moment between us. I don’t want to admit it, but I like the softness of the moment. The way his fingers gently play with my hair, massaging the ache in my scalp from him tugging at it.
I like our matched, heavy breaths as we both try and recover from what just happened.
“What the hell are you doing to me, shortcake?” he says into my hair, pulling me to his chest. He’s given me the best orgasm of my life, fucked my face so roughly that I could’ve come just from how hot it was, and somehow, this is the first time we’ve ever hugged.
“I’m not doing anything,” I admit. Tension still fills the air between us, crackling as if it could explode at any moment.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen between us.” He pulls away, his head going back so he can look at me. “You weren’t supposed to take up so much goddamn space in my mind.” The words lash out from his mouth angrily. But it’s not like he’s mad at me, more like he’s upset with himself.
“Have you been thinking about me, Camden Hunter?” I tease, not ready to admit the number of times he’s crossed my mind since he left for New York.
“If I tell you yes, are you going to use it against me the next time I piss you off?”
This makes me smile, my teeth digging into my bottom lip in an attempt to fight it. “Try not making me mad for once and you won’t have to worry about it.”
He pushes hair from my face, tucking it behind my ears. “I’ll remember that.”