by Kelsie Spits
“So, what have you been up to? You just turned eighteen, right?”
Is he fishing for more information?
I nod and the movement causes the sleeve of my sweater to fall down my shoulder more. “I go to school in fall. I’m staying local.”
“Why is that?”
“I never wanted to leave home like Mason.”
“My son has always wanted to chase everything the world has to offer. What do you think keeps you here?”
You. I want to say, but I tuck my knees to my chest and turn my head, laying my cheek against my leg. “I’m not sure, but something in me is telling me to stay.”
“It’s good to listen to your instincts,” he throws his arm over the couch, his fingers almost touching the curve of my neck. Almost.
That’s when I notice a tattoo on the side of his ribs I have never seen before. It’s a phrase, maybe in Latin, but I have no idea what it says. I bounce on the couch to turn to him and smile, my hands fly to his ribs, an excuse just to touch him. I need to touch him. “What’s this? Is this new?”
He hisses and I jerk my hands back. “Sorry.”
“No, it isn’t that. It’s fine.”
Pinching my brows I trace the lettering with my finger. “What’s it mean?”
“If you look close enough, you’ll see it.”
I rip my eyes from his tattoo and meet his hard stare. His chest is rising and falling and his pupils are dilated. When I checkout the rest of his body, that’s when I notice his pants tenting.
Is he reacting to me?
“Do you have a boyfriend, Amelia?”
I shake my head, staring at the elegant ink embedded in his skin. I love how he feels beneath my fingertips. “No, no boyfriend.”
“Why? You’re a beautiful woman. I bet you have a ton of guys lining up to date you.”
“None of them are what I want,” I shrug a shoulder and his hand that is on the couch gets closer and his finger caress down the curve of my neck. I act like I don’t notice, because if I do, I’m afraid this moment will stop.
“Why is that?” his voice is low, ending in a rasp that is different than his regular voice.
“They are boys. They don’t know what they want. I know what I want and being a notch on a bedpost isn’t what I’m looking.”
“Did someone do that to you?” his hands grab my shoulders as he brings me closer to his face. “Who?” the expression on his face can only be explained as murderous. The lines at the corner of his mouth show from the frown gracing his lips and his nearly crystal clear eyes take on a dark stormy appearance.
“No one. It’s not like that. I know that is what they want from me, but I’m never going to be that for them. I want a man, not a boy learning to be a man.” I curl my fingers around his forearms, and they are so wide, my fingers don’t even touch. “I promise. I’m okay.” I put my forehead against his and slide my palms down his arms. The hair tickles form how course it is. His biceps are firm and I trace the ropes of muscles, thick and hard.
Perfection.
His sighs, his breath ghosting over my lips. Camden is a true master the art of seduction and I want to be his student. Teach me. Please me. Do what you want with me.
“You are dangerous, Amelia.”
“Why?” I whisper and he inches closer. All that is left is an inch of space. One of us needs to move.
One of us needs to say, “fuck it” and end this torment.
One. More. Inch.
I can feel the warmth of his lips. He is that close now. I’m panting. A mixture of nerves and anticipation. Instead of kissing me, he dips his head down and glides his nose down my neck. His body trembles beneath my touch, hot puffs of his breath heat my skin.
“I’ve never kissed a man before,” I admit, hating that those, out of all the words I can pick, fall from my mouth.
He leans back, putting more distance than I want between us. I look at him with confusion, taking in his body. He is reacting to me. This isn’t in my head. His cock is hard and sheen of sweat shines on his chest. “Are you a virgin, Amelia?”
Suddenly, his question makes me feel shameful. Tears prickle my eyes and I hop off the couch, pulling my sweater back over my shoulder. “I need to go. Um, yeah, I’m just going to—” I don’t finish my thought. I run from him, putting as much distance I can between me, the virgin, and the much holder, experienced man.
“Amelia! Wait. Stop!” he shouts, a deep commanding tone that stops me in my tracks when I get up the stairs.
His weight creaks the steps as he climbs up them. The closer and louder the groans of the wood get, the closer he gets to me.
“Turn around and look at me.”
My body is hot, alive, and sensitive from the tension on the couch, but my mind is thinking for me now. I shake my head and run toward my door before his hand can land on my shoulder. Slamming the door, I sit on my bed and take a deep breath, calming my sporadic nerves.
I close my eyes and cover my face with my hands. I made myself look like fool, but it doesn’t stop how my body is ramped up and my pussy is still on fire. I reach into the drawer and grab my vibrator. I get undressed, ignoring the knocks on the door, and slid the girthy purple sex toy over my folds, turning the vibration on to the highest level. I need relief and I need it now.
Of course, a naked Camden enters my mind and I moan.
“Amelia?”
I ignore him again, dipping the crown of the fake cock in my virgin hole. It slides in easily since I’m so wet. I’m frustrated, angry, and horny. If I wasn’t a virgin, I bet I’d have a chance. And now I’m just left with the fantasies of Camden, fucking myself with the toy that I wished was Camden’s cock.
I forget where I am, screaming his name at the top of my lungs as my orgasm comes out of nowhere, but it isn’t enough to put out the fire in my veins. I flip over and ride the purple cock, imaging Camden beneath me, my nails raking down his chest, leaving my mark because he is mine. He is always supposed to be mine.
I cup my breasts, twisting my nipples with my fingers, and another orgasm builds. I bite my lip, readying to fly with endorphins when my door breaks down. Wood flies across the room and I yelp, trying to find something to cover my body with when Camden is standing in the doorway.
Fists clench.
Tented pants.
And an expression in his eyes that can only be explained as lust.
Chapter 4
“What are you doing?” I yelp, gathering the blankets to cover my body. My vibrator is still between my legs, inserted in my wet hole. “Get out!” I scream, frantic that he saw me like this. I mean if I was smart, I would have waited until he wasn’t at my door, but I never said I was smart, just desperate to get rid of this boiling blood in my veins.
I locked the door. I thought that would be enough to keep him away.
“I’m not fucking going anywhere, Amelia.” His voice is a rumble, shaking my fragile control I have on my body. “Look at you,” he admires, stepping over the wreckage of the door.
I cover my breasts as he steps forward. “You didn’t seem to think too much of me down there.” I turn away from him, remembering how he asked me if I was a virgin, as if it was a complete turn off to him.
“You misunderstood me.” Now, he is next me, standing at the edge of the bed and grabs the sheet I have covering half my body, yanking it away, exposing me. “I only asked because I want to be the only man to ever touch you.”
I gasp, heat igniting my cheeks. His fingers slide down my shoulder, curving around until he grabs my hands that are covering my breasts. “Ever since you turned eighteen, I’ve wanted you to be mine. Do you want to be mine, Amelia?”
“Yes,” I say. “I’ve always wanted you. It’s always been you for me, Camden. I’ve waited. I’ve hoped.”
His hands press against my shoulders and spin me around, flattens his palm against my chest and pushes me back until I’m flush with the mattress. He straddles me, licking his lips as his eyes devour every i
nch of my body. “You saved yourself for me?” the tips of his fingers skid along the tops of my breasts, humming in appreciation when he sees my nipples bead for him.
“I never wanted anyone else.”
“The man that you’ve wanted, was me?”
“Yes,” I admit, a flush heating my pale cheeks.
He leans down, pushing the flyaway hairs out of my face and tucks them behind my ears. “I’m not a man that waited, Amelia. I’m much older than you. I have a child your age.”
“I know that,” I nod, gripping at his strong arms. “That doesn’t bother me.”
“But I’ve known since the day you turned eighteen, I wanted you to be mine.” His hand migrates down my body, brushing his fingers through my red bush. “You are beautiful. I’m insane for wanting you. I’m too old for you.”
“No,” I lock one leg over his waist and pull him closer. “You are just what I want.”
A smug smile plays on his beautiful plump lips, the same lips I wish would kiss me already, but he hovers over them again, grabbing ahold of the vibrator still locked between my legs and turns it back on.
“Camden!”
“That’s what I wanted to hear. You were pleasing yourself to me earlier. Have you done that before?”
It’s too hard to concentrate. Everything I’ve ever wanted is happening. My mouth drops open, but I can’t form words.
“Tell me or I won’t kiss you, and Amelia, I really want to.”
“Yes!” I scream. “Yes! All the time.” My toes curl when he pulls out the vibrator and shoves it back in. “Camden.” I whimper, “Please.”
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Then, suddenly, all my dreams came true. His lips land on mine, taking them in a frenzied, desperate kiss. I don’t know if I’m doing it right, but the way he is moaning tells me I must not be doing that bad. He continues to hold onto the vibrator, fucking me slowly with the one thing I wish was him. His tongue dips inside my mouth, twirling along side mine. Camden’s hand grips my neck, holding me still as he controls the kiss.
I never want this to end.
He tries to pull away and without thinking, I bite down on his bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth to let him know I don’t want him to leave. He growls, but it’s different than the other times. It’s deeper. I feel it all over my body. I let it go with a plop and when our eyes meet, a wicked promise flashes in his eyes.
“Tell me you want me,” he says, fucking me faster with the vibrator.
My hands slap against the bed, gripping the sheets with all my might. “I want you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted Camden. Everything.” My body flushes when the warning of my orgasm approaches. “Camden, I’m…I’m going to…You have to—” my eyes roll to the back of my head when the strongest sensation washes over me. I’m floating. It’s an out of body experience. No other orgasm has ever compared to it. Everything tingles, a gush of fluid leaves my body at the same time he yanks the toy from my aching pussy, still throbbing and releasing juices as the explosive orgasm controls my body.
“Fuck yes, give it to me, sweetheart,” he settles between my legs, a hand on each hip as he spreads my legs wide. He throws the purple cock off the bed, staring at the most intimate part of me. “You’re dripping. Is this all for me, Amelia?”
“Every drop,” I say a bit dazed. I prop myself up on my elbows, wondering what he is going to do down there.
“It’s feast made just for me,” he licks his jowls as if he is a starving animal. A look of pure savagery takes over his face. His finger slide through my folds, the wet sounds of our skins meeting makes me toss my head back in delight. This has to be a dream. It can’t be real. “You smell sweet, like a honey.”
That makes sense since he is acting like a bear.
“Let’s see if you taste as sweet,” He spreads my folds wider and I watch as he sticks out his tongue, flattening it against my pussy, and licks.
My thighs shake and I grab ahold of his head, taking in the ecstasy. Wow.
“Mmm,” he moans, satisfied. “Sweet as fucking sugar.”
“Camden,” I whine, closing my legs around his neck when it all becomes too much.
He spreads them out again. “I don’t think so. Keep them spread. Let me see that pretty pink clit that’s all mine.”
I do what he says, spreading them out for him to see every inch of me. “Camden, it’s too much.”
“It isn’t enough,” he grunts, pinching my virgin clit between his fat fingers.
My body jerks and lights bursts across my eyes, blinding me for a moment. My entire body turns from slight quaking to an earthquake.
“So responsive for me. I can’t wait to suck this piece of candy until you cum. I can’t wait to swallow you down, so my body can memorize how you taste.” His voice is smooth and steady, deep and dark, sultry and stern all at the same time. The reverberance of his vibrato cloaks my body with yearning, fertility, warmth. The inside of me is on fire. The flames are a havoc on my body and I need relief.
My hands cup my breasts, gripping them too hard as I try to give myself the edge I need.
It doesn’t work.
Then, right as I think he won’t give it to me, a finger penetrates my hole and a mouth covers my clit, making me see stars—no—an entirely new galaxy and no more he pampers to my every need, building another orgasm easily, the stars become brighter and my consciousness becomes darker.
Chapter 5
“Amelia?”
I blink the haze away when I see Camden hovering over me, his lips wet, proof of why I fell unconscious. I hide my face in my hands, embarrassed of what just happened. “Oh my god, this is my worst nightmare.”
“Are you kidding? It’s a stroke on my ego. I made you orgasm so hard, you blacked out for few seconds. And can I just say,” he brings his mouth to mine and mutters, “You taste like heaven. You taste like mine. Taste yourself.” He kisses me, parting my lips with his tongue, sharing what makes him so ravenous.
“Mmm,” I say in surprise when I like what I taste. I deepen the kiss, wanting more, but Camden pulls away, standing over me like a god. His abs gleam in the lowlight of my room and his cock is still hidden beneath those grey shorts. There is a large wet spot on the front, pooling directly where his tip is.
My imagination was right about one thing. His cock is huge. His hand cups the large beast, giving it a good shake. “Take my pants off.”
I hurry to comply. Sitting up, I grab the waistband, but he pushes me back, stopping me from seeing his glorious dick.
“With. Your. Teeth.”
I hold my breath, staring at him with wide, naïve eyes. How am I supposed to do that? His thumb slides along my jaw and with questions in my eyes, I lean forward, biting down on the material and pull. I move to his hip next, taking the material under the V and pull down again, giving a quick kiss of appreciation to the defined part of his body.
I do that for a few minutes. Going back and forth until the material is soaked with my spit and the base of his cock finally shows. I pull back, staring at the well−groomed black bush above the wide base. It’s just one more tug and his cock is mine.
This time, I don’t listen. I grasp the cotton material in hang and yank, pulling the damn material to his knees. His shaft bobs free, slapping his pale thigh. I try and catch my breath when I see it hanging, beautiful and dooming all at once. It’s so heavy it curves to the right slightly, hanging down instead of straight up. The tip is wide, matching how fat the root of him is. Two large veins pulsate, pumping it full of lustful blood.
But what sings the most to my carnality is the piercing at the tip. I can’t take my eyes off it. I never expected this. And this is why I wanted a man. A boy would never dream of doing something like this. My nails trickle along his thighs, going up, up, and up until I cradle his heavy swollen orbs in my palm. I roll them and he lets out a guttural moan that vibrates his sack.
“You like that?” I whisper. My virgin uncertainty working its way
through.
“I love your hands on me. Now, give me that mouth. Make me cum.”
I lick my lips when my mouth nearly foams when I see a clear droplet of fluid at his slit. “I’ve never…”
“I know, sweetheart.” His knuckles graze my cheek and my eyes close from the gentle endearment. “It is what is going to make it so much better. The only cock your succulent mouth will ever see is mine. I’ll teach you.”
I take his cock in my hand, a good eight inches still sticking my fist as I guide the nearly purple head to my mouth. I dip my head just in time to catch the clear droplet before it falls. It lands on my tongue and my taste−buds explode from his flavor. A little salty, but savory too. I want more. I wrap my lips around the crown, tracing the helmet of the head before I push down further.
“Oh, fuck yes. Just like that, sweetheart. You know exactly what I want. It’s why you were made for me.”
His words get me hot and makes my clit throb. I take my free hand and pleasure myself as I sink my lips further down his dick. I can’t take it all. I gag and my eyes water when I go to far and it makes him shout, throwing his hands on my head and gripping my hair until my scalp stings. I hum and roll his balls and I can feel him losing control, losing sense of reality.
I don’t know if it’s in my head, but I swear his cock expands and he grabs my jaw, stopping me from moving. “I’m going to fuck your face, sweetheart and you’re going to take it.”
I nod, tears falling from the corner of my eye but not from sadness, just from my mouth being stuffed full and not being able to breathe. His hands land on either side of my head and keep me still. He thrusts his hips, slowly at first, testing to see how far he can go before I gag. When he finds a good pace, his sack slaps the underside of my chin and he is cursing under his breath, groaning, grunting, saying my name, and then his hips stutter and he shouts, planting his cock deeper down my throat and for the first time, cum hits my tongue. Thick, creamy ropes of his seed slide down the back of my throat, warming my belly.