by Madison Faye
“Spread your legs, baby,” he growls, making me whimper. “Spread your legs and let me fucking taste you.”
I swear I could come right now, just from his words.
I moan, parting my legs and spreading them wide, and when his gaze drops back to between my thighs, and when he leans closer, I tremble as I feel his breath over my lips. He moves in, and suddenly, pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever even imagined explodes though me.
I gasp in pleasure, melting against his mouth as his tongue drags slowly and wetly over my eager pussy. He groans into me, hungrily diving back in and pushing his tongue deep between my lips. I cry out, shuddering and moaning as I push my hips forward against his mouth. His fingers dig into my skin, and his tongue pushes in and out of me before it drags up to my clit. I choke out a gasping cry of pleasure, barely able to stand as his tongue swirls over my clit, sending me reeling.
“Holy shit!” I gasp, crying out and shuddering as he sucks my clit between his lips and begins to tease it in slow circles with his tongue. His hands grip my ass, fingers digging into my skin as he pulls me tight to his mouth, his tongue driving me insane as I start to absolutely fall apart against his mouth.
He groans into me, his tongue swirling faster and faster, his hands holding me tight to him. One of his hands slides down between my legs from behind, and when I feel one thick finger slide into me, I moan eagerly, my hands dropping to tangle in his blond hair. His thumb brushes higher, and when it teases over my ass, my eyes go wide as my jaw drops in pure forbidden pleasure.
And slowly, I know I’m going to fall.
His finger plunges in and out of me, his tongue swirls around my clit, and when he starts to press his thumb against my tight little asshole, my whole body begins to shake.
“Camden,” I gasp, choking out a cry of pleasure as my legs start to give out.
“I—oh my God, you’re… you’re going to make me come…”
He doesn’t pull away, he just growls even more into me as his tongue begins to swirl faster, and his lips begin to suck a little harder on my clit. I’m panting, shaking, trembling, and when his finger curls deep inside of my pussy, and when his thumb gently pushes past my tight ring and into my ass, the whole world goes white.
Oh. My. God.
The orgasm that hits me is unlike anything I’ve ever known with my own hands. Not even fucking close. It crashes into me like a fucking hurricane, and the primal, aching cry of pleasure that falls from my lips is like my very soul orgasming as I come hard against Camden’s mouth and fingers.
I’m aware of gasping and crying out in pleasure, and of his tongue pushing me from one climax into another before my legs start to actually give out. I whimper, but suddenly, he’s there, easing his fingers from me and quickly standing to catch me and pull me into his arms. I fall into him, and when my mouth crashes to his, I don’t care that I can taste my own arousal on his lips. Fuck, I like that I can, and it only keeps the fire blazing inside of me as I kiss him eagerly and mold my body to his as he holds me in his arms.
It could be a minute, and it could be an hour, but at some point, slowly, my heart rate approaches something resembling normal. He’s still got me tight in his arms, and slowly, I pull away, looking up into his gorgeous eyes and leaning in to kiss him slow and deep.
“Holy shit,” I murmur, pulling back and looking into his eyes. He grins, leaning in to kiss me softly.
“You have any idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you?” he growls.
I bite my lip. “Ever think we’d be right here doing this?”
He snorts. “Uh, thought about, yeah.” He chuckles. “A lot, actually. But I don’t know if I ever saw this coming for real.”
I grin a big, silly grin at him.
“Life’s a hell of a ride, huh?”
Instantly, it’s like a switch flicks. His hands drop from me, and I frown, my mind whirling as he suddenly pulls back from me. Water cascades over both of us, dripping from his face, but is eyes are hard, and cold, and distant now. I frown as I step towards him.
“Camden, what’s—”
“Fuck, what the fuck are we…” His eyes close tight, his jaw grinding as he shakes his head. His eyes open, and suddenly, he’s backing away from me.
“Wait, what the hell is going—
“Stop, Waverly,” he growls, his face hard and lines, his eyes wild as he holds a hand up when I move towards him.
“Camden, what the hell just hap—”
“I can’t do this,” he growls lowly, his eyes hard as he slowly shakes his head. “I can’t, Waverly.”
He just keeps backing away until he grabs his discarded towel off the ground and wraps it around his perfect body. His eyes dart to mine a whiteness on his face as something dark and haunting flits over it.
“I’m sorry,” he growls softly before he turns and storms away.
What. The. Fuck.
The water still pours over me, and I just stand there letting it, feeling empty and numb. Minutes ago, I felt on top of the world. I felt invincible. Now, I just feel nothing.
Eventually, the water begins to lose its heat, and I turn and shut it off. The locker room is silent but for the thudding of my pulse and the breaking of my heart.
7
Waverly
Fuck him.
The first thing I do the next day is skip my gym period. Spending an hour in the weight room or on a treadmill with him lurking around me, being hot and cold, and hot and cold, or just being an asshole?
Yeah, fuck that.
Skipping gym class to take a study period is one thing but skipping swim practice is another thing entirely. I do, for a second, weigh the idea of just quitting the team forever, but reason rolls its eyes at me.
Fuck Camden Kirby. He might be a bi-polar fucking dick, but he’s sure as shit not taking swim away from me. I do ignore him when I show up though. I glance over enough to know that he’s staring right at me, that dark, brooding look on his face that I once found irresistible. But I hold my head up high and go about my stretching, and then my time drills for the day.
At some point, he comes over to go over some things with the girls’ team, but I never make eye contact with him, and only nod when he tells me what we’ll be doing in the next practice routine.
Eventually, we take a break to rest up for a second. And that’s when there’s a tap on my shoulder. I turn, half expecting Camden, but instead, it’s Ian.
“Sup, girl?”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes as I smile thinly at Ian. “Uh, hi, Ian.”
Ian’s not necessarily a bad guy, he’s just kind of a douchebag. Let’s be fair, most of the kids at Winchester come from more money than they know what to do with. I mean even me and my mom are pretty well off from her first career in the private law sector before she moved into education. That and the trust my dad left us, oddly enough, when he ran off with his business partner’s wife when I was six.
But Ian is another level of rich. He’s old-money rich, and he’s got the dickhead pedigree to go along with it. The fact that he goes around talking like he’s some kind of hip-hop star is just another layer to his douchery.
“Girls team ready for the meet next week?”
I shrug. “Yeah, I think so. Hamstead Prep has a crazy good four-hundred meter relay team this year, but I think we can—”
“Awesome!”
I frown, a little bewildered at him cutting me off, but I shrug it off.
“Hey, so, listen. What are you doing tonight?”
I arch a brow. “Homework?”
He grins. “Nah, fuck that. Listen, you know Scott Manning? Graduated last year?”
I nod. “Yeah, sort of. I mean, I don’t know him, but I—”
“Well he’s home for the week from NYU, and his folks are in Europe. There’s going to be this sick party, and you should totally come!”
I frown. Everything about what Ian’s just said sounds awful. For one, I don’t do parties. I don’t drink, because it wou
ld be ridiculous with all the training and conditioning I do. For two, even though I don’t know Scott Manning, I know of him, and he’s even more of an old-money rich douchebag than Ian is. And for three?
Well, I could honestly go on for several reasons why going to a douchebag party with douchebag Ian doesn’t sound like my idea of a fun time, but the first two are pretty much good enough as they are.
“Oh, Ian, I’m not sure. I think I’ve got a ton of stuff to do tonig—”
“Aww, c’mon, Waverly! You gotta live a little!”
“Yeah, I don’t—”
But just then, my eyes look past Ian, and suddenly, they lock with him.
Camden
He’s glaring at me intently, his jaw clenched tight and his eyes wild with blue fire. Our gazes lock, and slowly, petty as it is, I turn back to Ian and smile.
“You know what? Yeah, screw it. Sure!”
Ian grins. “Fuck yeah, Owens! Shit is gonna be tight!”
“Uh, yeah, sounds like it,” I say dryly, my eyes glancing past him again to Camden, who’s still staring at us like he wants to murder Ian and maybe carry me off over his shoulder.
“Alright, catch you there, Waverly.”
Ian grins smugly at me, nodding with his chin before he turns and saunters off. I roll my eyes, turning to instantly bump right into Sasha and Brynn.
“Sooooo,” Sasha drawls, wagging her brows.
“So… what?”
She glances sideways at Brynn before she sighs heavily.
“So, what was that?”
“Sasha, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She and Brynn both grin.
“I’m talking about you getting all flirty with Ian Cavanaugh, but making some major eyes with Coach?”
My face goes bright red.
“Okay, I was not ‘making eyes’ with Coach. He was glaring at me because I’m supposed to be working on my freestyle.”
“Uh-huh,” Sasha says dryly.
Brynn shoots me a sympathetic look, rolling her eyes at Sasha.
“So, what did Ian want?”
She makes a face. The plus side about Ian is that while he’s a smug, arrogant, sort of creepy prick, he’s a very obvious smug, arrogant, creepy prick. Money can only buy so much popularity, especially in a place like this. So, while the odd sophomore or freshman girl might fall for his scummy bullshit, most see him for exactly what he is, thank God.
“Apparently there’s a party at Scott Manning’s house tonight?”
Sasha groans. “Oh, good, another handsy, date-rapey douchebag. Sounds like a great time.”
I giggle. “I mean, I was going to ask if you guys wanted to come.”
She shakes her head. “No, hard pass.”
“Aww c’mon! It might be fun! And Ian isn’t that bad.”
“No, he’s really that bad,” Brynn tosses in, making me laugh.
“Eh, pass anyways,” Sasha shrugs. “Charlie and I have a video chat tonight.”
Brynn and I share a look, and I roll my eyes.
“Okay, so basically what you do every night?”
Brynn snickers, and Sasha flips us both off.
“Okay, uh, fuck you both very much,” she giggles. “At least I’m getting laid, unlike some people,” she gives us each a long look, since she obviously knows about both Brynn and I’s lack of, well, any sort of love lives, ever.
“Yeah, watching your boyfriend jerk off on a webcam isn’t ‘getting laid,’ you know.”
I snort out a laugh at Brynn’s comeback, and even Sasha giggles a little.
“Well it’s better than rosy and her five friends,” she grins salaciously, holding her hand up and wiggling her fingers as Brynn cracks up.
“Alright, I need to go do my conditioning before Coach slave driver makes me do laps or something.”
“You sure about tonight?”
She gives me an arched brow. “Uh, quite. And seriously, you shouldn’t go either. Ian Cavanaugh is a fucking creep, and so is Scott Manning. Later.”
She saunters off to the lap pool, and I sigh as I glance at Brynn.
“Uh-uh, nope,” she frowns. “No interest.”
“Oh, come on!” I beg. “Just come with, okay?”
“I can’t, Waverly. Sorry.”
I frown. “C’mon please? I know Ian is a—”
“Look it’s not Ian or Scott, I just…” she shrugs, looking away. “I just have this thing to do, okay?”
I give her a look. “What thing?”
“A thing.”
I groan, rolling my eyes. “Okay, Miss Cryptic. Can we stop talking in code and you just tell me what the hell you’re doing tonight that’s soooo important that you can’t—”
“Can you just leave it?!”
She snaps the words at me, before instantly dialing it back and bringing a hand to her mouth.
“Sorry,” she says quietly, looking away.
I frown, stepping closer and peering into her face.
“Hey, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
But she says it way too quickly, and my frown deepens as I step closer.
“Hey, talk to me. What’s going on, dude? I don’t mean whatever you’re doing tonight, I just mean is everything okay?”
She looks away, her lips twisting before she slowly nods.
“Yeah, it’s…”
She looks back at me and smiles wryly. “It’s fine, Waverly. Really.”
I shake my head.
“You don’t seem fine.”
“It’s just this thing with my dad… and my mom, actually.”
I put a hand on her shoulder, giving her a squeeze. “You know you can talk to me, right?”
She nods, smiling a half smile.
“Thanks. It’s just a thing, okay? It’ll be fine. I just have to do this… this thing tonight? Sorry, I can’t come.”
I nod. “It’s fine. But hey, talk to me, okay?”
She swallows. “Yeah, will do.”
I give her shoulder another squeeze, and she smiles a little. “Alright, I should go do conditioning too.” She pauses, her brow furrowing. “Hey, don’t say anything to Sasha, okay?”
“My lips are sealed.” I snort. “She’s probably too busy getting all hot and bothered about her video date with Charlie’s dick to listen anyways.”
Brynn cracks up. “Well, hopefully he zooms in.”
I throw my head back, laughing. “I do not want to know.”
“You really, really don’t. Trust me, when I was roommates with her last year?”
She makes a face, holding up a finger and her thumb about an inch apart, and I lose it again.
“Eeew! You saw it?!”
She giggles. “Only on her laptop screen once when she thought I was sleeping.”
“Wow, that is…”
Brynn grins, shrugging. “Alright, I’m out. Hey, don’t go to that dumb party tonight, okay? Ian is seriously a fucking creep.”
“Yeah, maybe not. We’ll see.”
She smiles. “Alright, call me later.”
I watch as my friend trots off, when suddenly, I feel a presence behind me. And I just know. Maybe it’s the scent of him. Or the heat sizzling off his body. Or maybe there’s some kind of mental thing connecting us now, after last night when he went down on me.
I blush furiously, heat sizzling through me as I slowly turn.
“Hi,” I say quietly.
His eyes pierce into mine, his chest rising with a deep breath.
“What was that?”
I frown. “What was what? Me talking to my friends?”
His brow furrows. “That’s not what I’m talking about.”
And suddenly, I know. He means me talking with Ian. I’m about to brush it off, but then I flash back to the night before, and the utterly insane, asshole way he made me scream and come like crazy only to run off like a total psycho. Last night, he made me go crazy. And then he made me feel like shit.
I’m ready to return
the favor on the second part.
“Oh, that?” I say sweetly as I smile. “That was just me talking to a cute boy.”
He arches a brow.
“Really.”
“Yep, really.”
Camden folds his muscled, inked arms over his chest, his white t-shirt tight over his muscles and his perfectly fitted swim shorts hugging his ass and his thighs way too well.
“Why so curious?”
He shrugs. “No reason.”
There’s a hard look between us.
“None, huh?”
“Nope.”
I rake my teeth over my lip.
“So, it doesn’t bother you that I’m going to a house party with him tonight at Scott Manning’s parent’s house?”
A flicker of something fierce teases over his face, but it fades quickly.
“Only in that you’re not supposed to leave campus at night. But you live off campus anyways, so it’s not my concern.”
His words are cold and leaden, and I swallow thickly as he just shrugs.
“Now get in the pool.”
I scowl at him.
“Why.”
“Because it’s fucking swim practice,” he growls. “That’s why. Get in and do fifty butterfly laps.”
My jaw drops.
“What?”
“You heard me,” Camden growls. “Now.”
“Are you punishing me?”
He sighs. “Why would I be punishing you.”
“For talking to Ian.”
He frowns. “You’re not my property, you’re my swimmer, Waverly,” he growls quietly. “So, get in the damn pool.”
“You’re being a dick.”
He looks away. “And you’re having a shitty practice. Get in.”
“Fine.”
I storm past him and slip into the water, and I just go for it. I swim, and I do his fucking laps, and I just keep doing them. I lose track at thirty, but when people start to get out of the pool and watch me, and cheer me on, I know I’m far past fifty. In the end, I swim until my damn arms and legs are about to give out entirely, and it’s then that I somehow flounder to the side of the pool and cling to the edge almost desperately.
My vision fades, my arms are fucking numb, and I’m gasping for air and holding on to the side for dear life when I’m aware of someone walking over to me. I glance up, frowning when I realize it’s Ian.