Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
We kissed as we stumbled toward the bedroom. His hands slid under my shirt, rubbing my abs, chest, back, and then around to the front again.
“Goddamn, these lips,” he pulled off to say, and then he was kissing me again. We fell onto the bed, Camden settling between my legs, rutting against me and owning my mouth.
And Jesus, did I want that, to be controlled and feel owned by him. It settled into my bones, into the marrow, before truly infiltrating my thoughts. Fuck yes, I wanted this. It was something I’d been missing in every other sexual encounter in my life.
Cam leaned away, and my hands automatically went for him, tried to pull him back to me. Everything felt new, all these sensations I didn’t know were possible, and I was hungry for more.
“I’m not going anywhere, Beautiful. Just trying to get these clothes off you.”
I hated that he could tell how needy I was for him, but this was Camden, and that somehow made it okay. He tugged my shirt over my head, then went for my jeans.
He fumbled with the button, laughing. “I’m like a goddamned virgin here.”
Without direction from me, my hips lifted, and he pulled my pants and underwear down. My dick sprang free, and for a moment I had a slight shock of I’m naked in front of a dude again, but then it simply fell away.
“Shit. Shoes,” Cam said as he got to my feet. He pulled those off so he could get rid of my pants, and then he was looking down at me, heat blazing from his eyes and burning through me like wildfire.
Then…then I really did focus on the fact that I was naked in front of him and he was fully clothed.
“You gonna take off your clothes too?” I asked, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
“Only if you ask me real nice.”
“You get off on this, don’t you?” It was meant sarcastically, but the moment the words left my lips, I realized how serious I was…and that I liked it too.
“Yes. That okay? We don’t have to play it that way.”
“Will you take off your clothes?” I went to cover my face, surprised I’d asked him, but then I saw his jaw tighten, his control snap, and fuck if that didn’t make me want to do it more, to do anything to have him look at me like that.
“I don’t think you know what you do to me, Beautiful,” Cam said, stepping out of his shoes and pulling his clothes off.
Then he was standing in front of me, naked and looking down at me on the bed. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him like this, but he still stole my breath. My reaction to him, the way my pulse pounded and my blood rushed through my ears, the throb in my cock, were all overwhelming.
“What do you want?” Cam asked, and I answered with naked honesty in my voice, not allowing myself to feel self-conscious, because this was him.
“I don’t know.”
“Okay.” He nodded. “Just tell me if I do something you don’t like.”
Cam knelt, and I shivered. He hooked his arms around my waist and tugged me toward the edge of the bed so my ass hung slightly over the side.
“I…”
“I’m not gonna put anything in your hole,” he answered my silent question. “I might touch it, though, but if you don’t want me to, I won’t.”
“I trust you,” I admitted, and I did. The only people in my life I’d ever truly trusted were Rush, his family, and Camden Burke.
He leaned in and rubbed his nose against my sac. I heard him inhale, breathe me in, and damned if my legs didn’t start to shake.
“Fuck, you smell good.” He ran his callused hands up my thighs, my stomach, before his tongue sneaked out and lapped at my balls. My eyes were riveted on him and his on me as he licked me, then sucked me and buried his face in my groin. It was like he was worshipping me, my taste and scent and masculinity, and damned if that didn’t nearly shoot me to the damn stars.
Camden wrapped a hand around my cock, angled it toward his face, and swallowed me down. My hips thrust off the bed, and I almost apologized, before I remembered what he told me last time, and I let myself do it again. He smiled around my dick as I pumped into his mouth. He took it, seemed to want it as he sucked me and stroked me, then played with my balls. His mouth was so hot, so wet and smooth, my brain turned to mush.
When he lifted one of his hands to my mouth, I frowned at him, but then he pushed at my lips, and I understood what he wanted. He slipped two fingers between my lips, and I sucked them, sucked them like they were a cock, as I thrust slowly between his lips.