Just as I’m about to do it, the front door swings open and Makayla goes flying backward, crashing right into Brooklyn and his latest fuck.
Holding onto her to keep upright, he laughs. “Whoa, bro, what is going on?” Brooklyn first looks at Makayla in her white dress dripping wet and then at me standing in my boxers, also white, both leaving little to the imagination.
Makayla surprises me when she stands straight, pushes her hair back, and smiles like nothing is out of the ordinary. “Hi, Brooklyn, I’m your new neighbor, Makayla Alexander.”
Brooklyn grins at her. “Makayla, as in Maggie’s best friend, Makayla?”
Squaring her shoulders, she holds her hand out. “The one and only.”
As if this whole scene is normal, he glances at me, and then her. “Far out, nice to meet you,” he says and pulls her in for a hug.
“I’m all wet,” Makayla tells him as if he hadn’t noticed.
Pulling back, he smirks at her. “Oh, the places I could take that, but so I don’t embarrass my boy Cam here, I will refrain.”
“Appreciate that, bro.”
The girl beside Brooklyn sticks her hand out to me. “I’m Jennifer.”
Hoping like fuck she washed her hands after touching Brooklyn’s dick, I take it. “Cam,” I tell her.
Then, as if he forgot about the chick standing beside him, Brooklyn gestures her way. “Right, everyone, this is Jennifer. Jennifer, this is everyone. We’re headed out to grab some food. You want to come?”
Yes, I want to come, but not with Brooklyn and his latest fan. Shoving the thought aside for now, I take over from here and answer for the two of us. “No, we’re good, but you two take your time.”
“See you around,” he tells Makayla and closes the door behind him. Score some points for him. He didn’t look at her in that see-through white dress in any way that would have gotten him clocked. At least he has brains, if not moves.
“You handled that well,” I laugh.
With narrowed eyes, she wrinkles her nose at me. “Not like I had much of a choice. I thought they were making porno noises?”
“Hey, they were when I left to go over to Maggie’s.”
“That was over an hour ago.”
Jerking her to me, I run my hands up and down that hot little body of hers. “Baby, that’s nothing. I hope you’re not tired. I plan to spend all night with you.”
She bites my lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. “When are you going to put your money where your mouth is, Camden Waters?”
“First things first,” I tell her, grabbing my phone off the coffee table where I left it when I first got home from work and typing out a message.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Keeping Maggie off my back.”
She grabs my phone as I press send and reads the message: “Makayla won’t be rejoining your dinner party. Hope I didn’t piss you off too much. I’ll make it up to you at Pinkberry later this week. Promise.”
“Pinkberry.” She smirks. “You like Pinkberry?”
“Not me, gorgeous; your best friend does, though.”
“I hope you weren’t trying to be territorial with that text.”
Scooping her up, I toss her smart ass over my shoulder. “Nope, it’s about putting my money where my mouth is, Makayla Alexander.”
Those small fists bat against my ass. “Set me down.”
“Harder, baby, harder,” I laugh. “I like it rough.”
Once the garage, my room is in the back of the house behind the kitchen and down a small hallway. As with all of these old beach homes, modifications were made to allow for more than one bedroom. My room doesn’t have a view of the ocean, but it’s private.
Kicking my door shut, I ease her slowly down my body.
Again, she pushes her hair from her eyes. “Next time, I’m perfectly capable of walking.”
That hot button of hers is certainly a lot of fun. “Next time.” I raise a brow. “Does that mean you already want more of me?”
At that, she clamps her mouth shut.
“Well, shit,” I say, “that might be a no. Looks like I’d better prove myself worthy of a redo.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I know they sound dumb, like I’m looking for more. I’m not.
Or I don’t think I am.
Before she can speak, I yank that tie on her dress that I know will reveal all. “So here’s how this going to go. First, I’m going to taste your sweet pussy and eat you like you are my last meal, and then I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.”
She gasps the sexiest little noise and her eyes are like giant saucers. Those fucking do me eyes that make my cock thicker with a just a glance.
Dress parted, she stands in front of me breathing heavily and showing me just a glimpse of her smooth, pale skin. “I thought you wanted that blow job we seem never to be able to stop talking about?”
I place my finger over her parted lips. “I want this mouth wrapped around my dick more than I want anything, but all in due time.”
Here I am promising more when now hasn’t even taken place yet. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Sucking in a breath, I push the wet fabric from her shoulders and just like I thought, she’s braless. I toss her dress and when it lands on my brother’s picture, I falter for a moment. Exhaling, I look at her standing before me in nothing more than a skimpy white thong, and I pull my shit together.
Moments pass and then she runs her hands down her body, and I think I might explode right this minute. “Fuck, you’re sexy as hell.”
“You have a dirty mouth.”
“And you like it.”
Before I can move, her lips glide over mine. “Maybe I do.”
Quick as a flash, I find those sweet lips again. She tastes of the sea and they feel velvety soft—a delicious combination.
We lick, suck, and taste each other like we know each other. And in a way, we do. Step by step, I pull her along with me toward my bed. When the backs of her legs hit the mattress, I break the kiss.
“Hold on a second,” I tell her and tug down the comforter that haphazardly covers the sheets.
She grins at me.
“What?”
“I wouldn’t have pegged you as the kind of guy to unmake your bed before sex.”
I raise a brow. “You’re already thinking about pegging, are you? I have to be honest, the dildic arts aren’t really my thing.”
There may be a blush creeping up her cheeks. “Dildic arts?”
“You know, big ol’ fake penises to stimulate the prostate gland.”
Her hands go to her hips. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.”
“Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. Why don’t you come over here and tell me the kind of guy you did peg me for? The bend-over-the-desk type, or doggy style on a bed?”
She shrugs. “Stop it. That’s enough.”
Not really caring that she doesn’t have an answer, I reach for her. “Well, I did it in case you were cold, smart-ass.”
That gives her cause to step into my outreached arms and throw hers around my neck. “I think you can warm me up just fine.”
“You’ve got that right.” My hands grip her hips, and when I close the last of the distance between us, we fall into the bed in a tangle of limbs and laughter. Flesh to flesh, and it feels so fucking good.
Pushing her up to the top of the bed, I crawl over her and stare down into her hooded eyes. “I want to taste you.”
Her breathing picks up. “God, I want that too.”
Hands all over her, I can’t get enough of the feel of her damp skin.
“Cam,” she breathes.
“Yeah,” I manage as my gaze travels down her body.
Pulling me closer, her lips skim down my neck to center over the pulse in my throat. Makayla sucks, gently, then takes the skin between my teeth. The bite doesn’t hurt, but the sensation goes right to my cock. “Please don’t make me wait. I’ve waited long eno
ugh.”
I don’t think my pulse has raced at an uncontrollable level like this ever. She’s so fucking beautiful beneath me with her long, brown hair fanning out over the sheets of my bed, her breasts small but perky, and her body open and ready for me. Sucking in a breath, I draw my lips down her neck and stop at the hollow below it. Nipping at the taste of her delicious skin, I dip my tongue in and out of the space. “I promise I won’t.”
Pushing me down her body, she moans, “I’m going to hold you to that promise.”
Fueled by excitement, I continue down and over the small curves of her breasts and then stop to suck and lick her already pebbled nipples.
Her back arches with that sexy moan and my dick twitches in response. When my lips skate over her ribs and skim down to her navel, I stop only to pull her skimpy white panties down.
“Fuck,” I mutter in appreciation when I finally get to see what I’d only gotten to feel for the shortest of seconds.
A shiver shakes her body. “When you say that word it sounds so freaking sexy.”
Smiling to myself, I know I’ll be saying it often.
Spreading her legs even wider, I stroke my tongue across her smooth pussy just once. Yeah, I knew I was going to love this. I fucking love that she’s bare, love the lack of any barrier between us, the fact that she’s so sensitive.
A gentle kiss on her thigh, then another and another. I trace a half-moon around her pussy from one side to the other. She squirms and her fists clench the sheets. I feel a grin cross my lips when I see how turned on she is. When I get to the other thigh, I lift my face to look at her. “Watch me,” I tell her.
“What?” she asks, almost confused.
“I want you to watch me make you come.”
She sits up on her elbows.
With her eyes on me, I quickly descend to cover her clit with my mouth. I suck on it immediately and she cries out, sending adrenaline shooting through my veins. Next, I place a soft kiss in the same place I just engulfed with my mouth and suck on it again. She whimpers, alternating between sounds of pleasure and pain—the pained sounds come when I stop; the pleasured moans escalate with every suck. I take her to the edge and then ease off. Wanting her to thoroughly enjoy this, I do it over and over. “You’re so wet,” I groan, circling her clit before plunging my tongue inside her.
“Oh, God,” she moans.
“Do you like that?” I ask, already knowing she does.
“Yes,” she answers through gritted teeth.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
“Yes,” she cries out, her legs stiffening in anticipation.
I look up at her. “Are you sure?”
I know she wants to roll her eyes at me, but instead she says, “Yes,” in a pant.
With the moonlight shining in on us, I devour every single inch of her. Her fingers thread in my hair. And when my fingers move her apart and my tongue dips way deep inside, she tugs on my locks. When her knees pop up and her toes dig into my calves, I know she’s close. Needing to see her face, I stop for a moment and look up.
“No, Cam. Please don’t stop,” she says, her words choppy, sounding as though she’s having trouble speaking.
“I won’t. Just tell me what you want me to do,” I groan, my words coming out with equal effort.
“What do you mean?”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to make me come, Cam. Make me come like I never have.”
A smug feeling settles over me and without another thought, my mouth covers her sweet pussy again. This time I lick and suck at the same time, giving her everything I have, and help her find her release.
“Oh, Cam, yes!” she screams. “Oh, God, yes.”
My hands find her toes curled into my calves and I clutch them as she rides another wave of pleasure and then another. With my heart pounding in my ears, I crawl up her body. Hovering over her, I gaze down at her. “Are you ready for more?”
Her hands move to slide my boxers down. “More than ready. Take these off,” she tells me. No, she orders me. Orders me with such a cute voice that I almost laugh out loud.
Jumping to my feet, I find myself obeying. “Whatever you say,” I laugh, unable to hold it in.
Raising herself to her elbows once again, her eyes dart right to my crotch. “Stay there a minute—I want to see your cock.”
Practically choking, I am at a loss for words. Laughter rolls out of me. No girl has ever said that to me.
“Don’t laugh. Unlike you, I didn’t get to sample the goods ahead of time. I want to see you. Come closer.”
Oh yeah, I do. “And here I’ve been calling you a good girl. Are you a sex addict? Because you have moves that are definitely addicting,” I say. And it’s so fucking true. I already want to taste her again. I want to watch her come again. I want her again and I haven’t even had her yet. She’s that addicting.
No joke, she stares at my cock and talks at the same time. “I only wish that were true,” she laughs. “I don’t know, with you I feel comfortable being honest, telling you what I want. Weird, right?”
I lean down and capture her mouth with mine. “Not weird at all. Tell me what you want right now—I’ll make it happen.”
Her hands find my cock, then just like that, one of her fingers goes right to that spot beneath it. “What are you? A genie in the bottle?”
Fuck, if I weren’t already ready for her, what she’s doing right now would make me hard instantly. “Just call me Aladdin.”
“Get on top of me, Aladdin.”
Complying, I do just that. “Ah, you’re a missionary kind of girl, so you are a good girl,” I tell her, stretching and hooking open my nightstand drawer with a finger.
The movement brings my chest close to her mouth and she licks me. The feel of it makes me shiver. This girl is smoking hot. How could any guy have ever cheated on her?
Grabbing a handful of condoms, I pull back and open my hand. “You pick.”
She laughs. “That is quite the collection. Let me see them.”
Sitting up, I fan them out, not at all proud that she just called them a collection.
Taking the lot from my hand, with a laugh she says, “I haven’t used condoms in a while. I never realized there were so many options.”
Lifting her chin to look at me, I ask, “When was the last time you had sex?”
Lowering her gaze to read one of the labels, she answers, “Not since Sebastian and I were engaged.”
In my case, I can’t say the same. Ever since Vanessa cheated on me I find myself fucking around whenever I want, because I can, because I never did when I was with her. And yeah, maybe it is a way to stick it to her. Who the hell knows.
Anyway, I don’t ask Makayla any more questions because I can’t stand to hear his name roll off her tongue. Not that I’m possessive or territorial, because I’m not. I just hate the guy for what he did to her. That’s all.
Redirecting my attention to her, I watch as she looks over her choices.
A smile prods her lips. “Wow. Ribbed, Feather Light, Extra-Lubricated, Strawberry, or Glow in the Dark.”
I pluck the Strawberry condom from her pile. “Not this one—that came free in one of the boxes,” I tell her and drop it to my floor.
“And not this one, either,” she says, taking the Glow in the Dark package and tossing it aside. “That is just plain ridiculous.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that.”
She raises a brow.
“Okay, maybe a little,” I concede. “Let’s start with this one.” I tap the Ribbed package.
She raises that brow again and is left with one package in her hand. “Start?”
Setting the others on the nightstand, I roll onto my back and place my hands behind my head, dick standing at attention. “Yep, start,” I say, rather bemused and more than ready.
Staring at the condom, she says, “You want me to do it?”
“Absolutely.” I smirk.
Perhaps nervous,
and I can tell that by the way her hands are shaking, she rips open the package and straddles my thighs. When she strokes up my erection, I push my hips forward. I can’t help myself.
She does it again, and this time I untuck a hand from behind my head and slip it between her legs. Her shiver isn’t to be missed.
I rub. She strokes. We stare at each other and within minutes we are both panting. When I slide my finger inside her and feel how fucking wet she is, I blurt out, “I can’t wait any longer.”
“Can you do this? I never have,” she asks.
I shake my head no. “I want you to.”
“Fine,” she mutters and with her hands still shaking, she finally rolls the condom over my very ready dick.
I grip her hips. “See, I knew you could.”
Makayla leans forward and places her hands on my shoulders. “I thought you were ready?”
I look into her eyes and shift her body slightly so that my cock is aligned with her pussy, and then slowly she begins to lower herself on top of me.
Oh, fuck. She feels incredible.
She stares down at me, and I nod. Soon following, she lowers herself farther. With slow, steady surges, my hips rise and fall. Moments later, she starts to move with me. We find a rhythm almost at once.
My hands grip her hips. She shifts, and the change in angle makes every thrust feel deeper, more intimate, more intense. I look at her closed eyes, her parted lips, the look of contentment on her face. “Makayla.”
She opens her eyes.
My tongue slips out of my mouth to lick my lips. “I love fucking you like this . . . you look so hot when your tits bounce up and down.”
Biting her lip, she arches her back as if wanting to show me more.
My words come faster now. “Your pussy wraps my cock so tightly.”
“Yes, yes,” she pants, riding me harder, faster.
Tugging on the long strands of her hair, I pull her head to mine. I nip at her lip with my teeth and she nips back. Then I press my mouth to hers and attack it as hungrily as I feel. Soon, I’m fucking her mouth with mine.
She moans loudly and calls out my name a few times and I’m pretty sure she’s just as far gone as I am.
Stopping my assault on her lips, I whisper in her ear, “I’m so deep inside you, so close, I’m ready to come. . . . Are you?”
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