6:54 p.m. It’s a date beautiful!
Shit, did I just text the word date? I silently prayed the cell signal would fade and the message wouldn’t get sent. Of course, seconds later my message showed proudly that it had, indeed, been delivered.
Okay, there’s nothing to get worked up about here. I’m sure she’ll take it in a, joking type of way. We had an agreement! We, both, had decided that this was a friendship, not dating, not complicated and definitely, no one was going to catch feelings.
Not buying my own bullshit, I groaned as I slipped into my shower and let the hot water thaw out my frozen body. Ireland may be beautiful but it was damn cold. I was just about rinse the shampoo from my hair when I heard an evil chuckle…. SHIT!
“Camille don’t you…” I didn’t even get to finish my warning, when the evil witch laughed as she cruelly flushed the toilet, not once! But twice! Ice cold water cascaded down my body and shampoo washed straight into my eyes blinding me as I tried to reach the shower control handles.
By the time I got the soap out of my eyes and the water off, Camille was slamming my bedroom door, but not before shouting, “A date,” more laughter, “A date with Dalton Hudson, fucking hilarious, absolutely brilliant,” she giggled.
Damn, even freezing cold, blinded by soap, with shampoo dripping down my chest, I was hard as a fucking rock!
Cami
“Are the binds too right for ya Dalton?” I asked, suddenly feeling a little nervous.
At exactly 7:54, Dalton had lightly knocked on me door. At first I didn’t answer. I wasn’t exactly sure I had the nerve to go through with me plans. Then I heard the irritating wanker making chicken noises outside me room and the devil in me took charge.
I yanked open the door, grabbed his hand and pulled him toward me bed.
“Strip and lay down,” I ordered, trying not to laugh when the mighty Dalton Hudson suddenly looked uncertain.
“What is this?” he asked, fingering the scarves I was goin to use to tie him to the bedpost. I smirked and gestured with my hand to get a move on. I knew there was no doubt in his mind what those binds were for, no doubt what my plans were once he was naked, and I wasn’t going to let him make me nervous.
“Are ya going to talk friend? Or are you goin’ to keep your word and let me explore how I want to?” For a moment his green eyes smoldered, and I wondered if maybe I had pushed things too far past the boundaries. The look was gone, almost as soon as I noticed it, and Dalton’s face was back to his easy, charming expression. It made me realize, that in that moment, I had caught a glimpse of the man behind the charm and it was seriously sexy.
He began to slowly take off his socks, he wasn’t wearing any shoes so next he unbuttoned his jeans. I refused to gasp or look away when he pulled both his jeans and his boxers down to his ankles, in one fluid motion. I deseparately tried not to chew my bottom lip, as I took in the full sight of this man. I swear, I could stare at his naked body for a hundred years and never get tired of it. His eyes never left mine as he pulled his sweater over his head, and deposited it on my chair with the rest of his clothes. I almost swooned when he turned to put his watch on the desk, giving me a view of his tight backside that left me breathless, and very damp in me knickers.
When he turned around, the smile on his arrogant face told me he knew exactly what he was doing. The little shite was toyin’ with me! He knew he a fine body, and he also knew that I would get all hot and bothered.
Deciding to get in touch with me inner slapper, I simply stared at him, keeping me expression bored. I pointed to the bed, and almost laughed when his smile faltered because I refused to be affected by his swinging manhood.
Once he had laid down on the bed, I went to work tying the binds to his wrists and his ankles. When I was done, I had Dalton Hudson tied to me bed, spread eagle and at my mercy. Ooooh! This was goin’ to be so much fun! His eyes widened in surprise when I pulled the blindfold from underneath my pillow and quickly tied it around his eyes. To his credit, Dalton didn’t protest or laugh, he had simply eyed me with interest, like I could do no wrong.
“Dalton, I say again, are the binds too tight on ya?” He shook his head and I let out a small breath that I had been holding. Was I really going to do this? What if I truly sucked at sucking?
As if he guessed my thoughts, he whispered, “It’s all you sweetheart, however, whatever, you can’t make a mistake if it’s what you like.”
I was so happy and grateful for his words that I covered his lips in mine with a searing kiss, when I pulled back he followed, but found he couldn’t reach me because of the binds. I chuckled and ran one finger from the top of his shoulder down his chest, across each chiseled ab, past his belly button and didn’t stop until my hand closed around his large, thick cock.
His cock was amazing, it felt like smooth velvet in me hand and I felt it actually pulse as it grew hard in my grasp. I reveled in my new found confidence. When I would give Sean hand jobs, I would have to take care not to gag and vomit as I gripped his, much smaller, bullocks. For some reason, Dalton’s cock didn’t make me recoil in disgust, and where I refused to look at Sean or his cock when I got him off, I found meself wanting to explore Dalton’s.
I tested the waters by stroking him a few times and immediately I heard a soft groan of pleasure from him. Liking the sound he made, I stroked him a few more times. The more he groaned, the faster I stroked him, until he cried out, “Dammit Camille stop!” His tone was hoarse and harsh sounding.
I flew off the bed and stood against the wall, not knowing what I had done to make him so angry. I had thought he was moaning in pleasure, but now I wasn’t so sure.
Dalton cursed under his breath, and I watched him pull lightly against the binds and toss his head to and fro, as if he were trying to get free. Shite! I hadn’t even gotten started, and I had already shamed meself. Walking to the bed, I snatched his blindfold off his eyes and ignored his heated gaze as I went to work on the knot on the closest wrist. Untie him, kick him out of me room, go get lots of ice cream and cry meself to sleep, all in that order.
“Camille what are you doing?” he asked.
I wasn’t in the mood for his sarcasm, even though it wasn’t his fault I was handjob challenged, I still didn’t want to be reminded of it, just now.
“You know what I’m doing, I’m taking off the binds Dalton, I don’t know what I did to make you so upset but I don’t want to be discussin’ it either,” I told him as I struggled with the knot I had set.
Dalton growled. Yes, I mean a growl radiated from his chest and burst forth from his throat, so loud that I not only heard it, but he shook the whole bed with it. My eyes immediately flew to his. The look in his green eyes made shivers run down me spine and produced an achy feeling between me legs.
“I’m not upset Camille…Baby, I’m turned on! So turned on, that if you had stroked me like that, one more time, I was going to come all over that lily white hand. The only reason I told you to stop, was so that you would take this damn blindfold off. I want to see your face when you touch me, I want you to know how good you make me feel,” his tone was strained and choked with emotion.
Oh. My. God. Taking a deep breath, I took my hands off the knot I had been fighting with and put them on his heaving chest. He was breathing so hard, I wasn’t sure how he could get any air to his lungs. The way he devoured me with his eyes, made me heart beat faster. I gasped as I felt the beginning of fear, start to well up inside me. Just once, just once I wanted to push the boundary of me own comfort zone, so I ignored the parts of me that were screaming for me to run, and kissed his chest. With every kiss, I looked up to meet his eyes. I wasn’t looking for approval, I wanted to see the desire I felt for him, mirrored back at me. It was exhilarating, it was intoxicating, and it made me want to see just how much desire I could put into those sexy, green eyes of his.
I kissed my way down his chest and when I got to the adorable indentation in his belly, I kissed it. I let me tongue, dart around the
rim. I felt his entire stomach tighten and I smiled. I wanted to go forward. No! I needed to go forward, so I did.
I kissed him all the way down to his toes and then back up to the inside of his thigh. His cock was bobbing straight up, so hard that it was almost flat against his belly. I licked my lips, as a bead of pre-cum glistened at the head. I had never tasted a man before and I found myself wonderin’ what he would taste like. Before I could even second guess my action, I took me tongue and licked the small, salty pearl, enjoying the shudder that ran through him.
“Tell me something you’ve never told anyone else, Dalton?” I whispered as I licked the head of his cock.
Dalton groaned and arched his back against the binds. “Baby, I can’t think when you do that.” He dodged.
Apparently, I needed bolder tactics to get Dalton to be real with me. I took me tongue and starting at the base of his cock, I dragged my tongue up to his tip, letting me tongue linger at the veiny head.
“Come on Dalton, tell me. Tell me something that nobody else knows about you?” I asked again, hoping that this time he would give in. I needed something, anything that would show me that I was more than just a “casual” friend.
He groaned again and I poised my mouth at the top of his cock, once more, but didn’t move. He tried to buck his hips up toward me mouth but I simply raised me head out of reach.
“Okay. When I was eighteen, I thought I was in love with a girl. My parents had just died and I went to see her and found her with another guy from school. I was devastated. I confronted her, only to find out that she had never taken me seriously. So, the whole time were dating she had been seeing other guys, she wasn’t ready for a monagamous relationship. I was so hurt, I decided I never wanted to feel that way again.” His body tensed with his words. His eyes were filled with hurt and regret and I finally understood why Dalton Hudson kept everyone at a distance from him.
It was easy to see, now that I knew the story. He had lost his parents, whom he had loved, and the woman he, thought he loved, all in one night. I could see where that kind of emotional upset could mess up a lad’s way of thinking. It explained why he was always trying to take the fun, without the commitment…we were more alike than I thought. Dalton Hudson was afraid to be heartbroken.
“Thank you Dalton, I know that was hard to share. Your parents loved you and even though you lost them, you didn’t lose their love. As for your girl, she was young and stupid and didn’t know how lucky she was to get a man like you.” His eyes gleamed with an emotion I couldn’t decipher.
I looked from him, to his heavy cock and grinned.
“Camille love, you don’t have to do this. What you’ve done so far has been fucking amazing,” he said gently. It seemed he had guessed my intentions, and was giving me an out. Here he was, his cock so hard it could hammer nails, and the man wanted me to know it was okay to stop.
I hesistated a moment and thought about what he said. Then I grabbed his shaft with me right hand, licked him from the base of it to the tip, only pausing to swirl me tongue around the top. Just like the YouTube video, thank you very much!
His groans and panting urged me on. I loved the feel of his velvet skin, as I slid him in and out of me mouth. I remembered the tip about his balls and began to lightly squeeze and fondle them, as I continued to suck him deep into me mouth. I tried to take his entire length, but no matter how I tried, the damn thing wouldn’t fit. He was so large, that even with one hand fisted around the base of his cock, I still only made it about three-quarters down, before he hit the back of me throat. As he thrashed about, I tried other tips that I had read about, licking, sucking, deep throating, swirling around the tip, everything and anything I could recall. I started tasting more of the salty liquid and his balls began to clench. I was so caught up in what I was doing, that I only vaguely heard him begging me to stop, before it was too late. Too late for what? As soon as the question formed in me mind, hot jets of thick, salty liquid began squirting deep in me mouth and sliding down me throat.
Bullocks, I forgot to watch for signs of him climaxing. I hadn’t intended on swalling his orgasm, just the idea had made me gag. I was going to bring him to climax and let him spill on my hand or his leg. Yet, here I was, swallowing Dalton Hudson’s cum, and I had to say… it wasn’t bad. I’m not going to lie, at first, it caught me so off guard that I almost turned and spit it out, but once I swallowed it, I felt proud and accomplished. I had finally performed oral sex! And I did a damn fine job, if I do say so myself.
Licking me lips, I got up from the bed and went and rinsed out me mouth with mouthwash. I didn’t want to breathe on him with breath that smelled like his own cum did I? I had no idea what the etiquette for that was, seeing as I had failed to Google the after part.
When I came out of the restroom, his eyes were closed but I was surprised to see his cock was not completely soft. That was odd. I was sure I had read that men take about twenty minutes before they could go again.
“He likes you, a lot. Even after the best orgasm he’s ever had, he’s greedy for more,” he whispered, without even opening his eyes.
Shaking my head at how easily he guessed me thoughts all the time, I quickly untied him and moved to the end of the bed. I felt totally awkward, I wasn’t sure what to say or what to do. Do you cuddle after a blow job? Sean and I never cuddled after a handjob, I usually went home or went in the bathroom, and cried, and waited for him to go to sleep.
If that wasn’t bad enough, I felt hot all over and the ache in my girl parts was almost a throbbing sensation. I had no idea what the hell was the matter with me. I’d had orgasms with me vibrator, so I ruled out needing to cum meself. Yet, me vagina felt alive, wet and tingly and me breast felt heavy, I needed something, but I wasn’t sure what.
Maybe it was time to call it a night and go retrieve that carton of Chunky Munky ice cream, I knew was in the ice box.
“Camille honey, I know we had a deal, but if you don’t bring that fine Irish ass over here and let me cuddle you, I’m going to pick you up and bring you here,” Dalton’s voice warned, again he didn’t open his eyes. He did move over in the bed, making room for me. Still, I hesitated. Partly because I was curious to see how far he would go, and because I didn’t know what to do with the rush of feelings that were overwhelming me.
Deciding I needed space, I stood up from the bed and moved toward me desk. I needed to get myself under control. I felt emotional and needy, and I have never been either in me life. Although, it was Dalton that had been tied to the bed, and Dalton who had climaxed, I felt as though I was the one pleasured, but not actually satisfied.
It was confusing and I started to feel a tad bit afraid about what we had just done. Without knowing it, Dalton had helped me break through a wall that had held me trapped, and I wasn’t sure what it all meant.
I was so busy in my thoughts, I didn’t even hear him rise from the bed or move across the room, until he was standing right in front of me face, in all his naked glory.
My breath hitched and I instinctively took a step back from all the heat his body was radiating. Having none of my retreat, he grabbed me up in his arms and carried me to the bed, where he dumped me on me arse, and began taking off me shoes and socks.
“Don’t Camille! No way! We are not going backwards, honey. What you did tonight, that was all you! You wanted to kiss me, tease me and suck my cock, so good, that I came. And you did! You do not get to second guess yourself or runaway and hide,” he ordered.
I was in such a weird daze, that seconds later when Dalton had me completely nude, and tucked with me naked butt up against his naked crotch, I didn’t even protest. Instead, I clenched me legs together to fight off the pain in me vagina. Dear lord, what was wrong with me now?
“Camille?” Dalton whispered in me ear, his warm breath making me shiver.
“Ya?” I whispered back, feeling so hot, I almost threw off all the covers, naked or not.
“Tell me how your body feels,” he said in a low
, husky voice.
Nope, nope, nope, I wasn’t going to embarrass myself by ruining the evening with explaining how I might be coming down with a cold or the flu. No sireeee bobsky!
He settled his large hand over my belly and started making circles with his index finger, like he had before. A small groan escaped me lips before I could stop it, and I slapped both hands over me mouth in horror.
In one move, he had me rolled underneath him, his thigh was between me legs so I couldn’t clench them shut to ward off the ache in me core, his cock was resting against me belly, and his hands cupped me face. I tried to turn my head, so I wouldn’t have to look him in the eye, since it seemed everytime I did, he read me every thought.
This time was no exception, he simply waited until I finally glanced at him and then his heavy stare captured mine and refused to let me go. I swear this must be some interrogtation technique he learned in his Navy SEAL days, it was like no matter how hard I tried, I could keep nothing from the man.
“Camille woman, tell me how you feel or I’m going to tickle you until you pee your own bed,” he threatened. At first, I just stared at him. When his expression didn’t change, I realized the man was actually serious!
One hand moved to my ribs and I shouted, “Okay, okay, if you must know…I’m comin’ down with an illness.” There, now wasn’t that a sexy way to end the evening.
I expected him to move away from me, or at the very least, lean back so we weren’t so close. Yeesh, did the man not understand how germs work? If I was getting the flu, he would definitely be it’s next likely target.
No, he didn’t budge. However, he did smile. He smiled and his eyes were, so, sincerely kind, that I didn’t know what to think.
“You’re not getting sick,” he told me, his signature smirk replacing the tender look he’d had just moments ago.
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