Sex Boot Camp

by Paisley Brown

  Daemon moaned into my mouth, rocking in and out of my closed fist. Lifting up my sweater, he slid his hands under the elastic of my tights and cupped my ass. I’d worried whether the attraction was mutual, but not anymore.

  I pulled away, out of breath. Besides, if I was going to learn how to give proper oral sex, I needed to stop kissing and start sucking. “You’re going to teach me how to do it properly, right?”

  “Hell, yes. Let’s move to your bed, so you don’t hurt your knees on the floor.”

  Sexy and considerate, too. I couldn’t have asked for a better teacher.

  He flopped onto my bed, his dick jutting straight up. I crawled on between his spread legs and gripped his shaft. With so much time since I’d last attempted this act, I hoped I didn’t screw it up.

  I licked the tip. His clear pre-cum coated my tongue. Not as bad as I’d expected. I kept going, wanting, no needing to make him come. I swirled my tongue all around the swollen head before sinking over him. His cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged, pulling off right away.

  “I’m sorry.” God, I’d already made myself look like an idiot and I’d only just started.

  “Don’t be.” He sat up and rubbed my shoulder. “Go slowly and take your time. Don’t feel rushed. It’s better for any guy if you enjoy it while you’re giving head.”

  I didn’t think it possible to enjoy giving oral sex, but whatever. I would try. Pushing on Daemon’s chest, I waited until he was on his back before I started again.

  This time, I didn’t go down so far. I bobbed up and down, lapping his shaft at the same time. Every once in a while, I pulled off for a quick breath then surrounded his cock once more.

  “Good.” He stroked my hair. “Now, try and breathe through your nose while you’re doing it. That way you won’t be gasping.”

  The slight gesture of affection and his soft tone left me wanting to please him even more. Within minutes, he was thrusting his hips, shoving his cock farther into my mouth. And I liked it. His words of encouragement left me focused on my goal, and his continued caresses ramped up my own desire. I planned to take care of myself later that night, use the toy in the drawer while imagining him between my legs.

  Daemon’s thighs tightened on either side of me. He gripped my hair at the back of my neck and thrust faster. “I’m going to come. Are you on or off?”

  On or off? I was never on.

  He jerked me away and grabbed his cock. With only a couple of strokes, he released, grunting as gobs of his jizz shot into his hand.

  Worry turned my stomach. I hoped he’d enjoyed it enough to let me practice on him another time. But he didn’t look at me, kept his eyes closed as the twitching of his muscles began to slow. Would he fall asleep right away like Braeden always did?

  He flicked his eyes open, focusing on me. “You have a wicked tongue, Cara.”

  I hoped that was a compliment. “That was okay?”

  “Yes, you learn fast. Now, wait here for a few minutes. I’m going to clean up and then I’ll give you your reward.”

  So long as it wasn’t my ex-boyfriend, I didn’t care what he brought me.

  Daemon returned with a bowl of water and a cloth. Nothing else, and thankfully, no one else. I gripped the sheets of my bed, unsure what to expect under the scrutiny of his stare.

  He raised his eyebrows. “Are you ready for your reward?”

  I chewed my bottom lip and nodded, my stomach fluttering with all of the possibilities.

  “Then I need you to remove all of your clothing, lie back on the bed, and spread open for me.”

  For him? Oh, God, was he really going to fuck me? But he hadn’t brought any condoms. Maybe he planned to wash my vagina. Not exactly the reward I’d hoped for.

  I did as instructed and waited for Daemon to approach. Instead, he stared between my legs and licked his lips, his cock hard again. “I don’t know what it is about you, Cara, but you make me want things I’ve never craved before.”

  Taking a deep breath, I shuddered. I felt the same about him. Before meeting Daemon, I’d never considered fucking a guy I’d just met. But at that moment, I wanted him. No hesitation.

  He sauntered to the bed and climbed on, kneeling between my legs. As he grazed a finger through my folds, a sly smile formed across his wonderfully kissable lips. “I’m going to eat you, Cara. I’m going to eat your pussy and make you scream.”

  His words alone fired my hunger and I ached for more. He leaned down, his head right between my thighs. A rush of excitement barreled through me. The soft touch of his breath tingled against my skin.

  Wrapping his hands around my thighs, he pulled me closer. With the gentlest stroke, he slid his tongue along my pussy. “Delicious.”

  I gasped, tensing from the jolts of pleasure.

  “Would you like more?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered, digging my fingers the sheets.

  He swirled his tongue across my swollen folds, over my clit, and deep inside me.

  I thrust to meet his hot mouth, my body never more alive. He splayed a hand on my stomach as he plunged deeper, his palm hot on my skin.

  He brought his fingers into the mix, driving them inside me and curled them to hit my g-spot. There was no relief to the torment of pleasure. I writhed from the searing heat, my need for release cranking higher and higher.

  My heart thundered against my ribs. And when Daemon sucked on my clit, I burst, falling over the edge of control. I grasped his head, panting from the overload of sensation.

  Daemon pried my legs apart and sat up. He reached for the cloth and washed my pussy with gentle strokes. “Now, Cara, every time you give me oral sex, that will be your reward. Are you ready to practice some more?”

  Was I ever! If I got off every time he did, I wanted to spend the entire day sucking his cock.

  Chapter Five

  “Holy shit, those guys were hot. I wish I could take them all home and have a wild ménage. Can you imagine?”

  I lifted my head from the pillow, struggling to open my eyes.

  My roommates pranced around the room in various stages of dress.

  “Oh, look who we have here.” Serena flung back my covers. “Looks like Cara did get some practicing in. With Daemon of all guys.”

  I cuddled up to the warm body beside me, not wanting to face the women and their remarks. But Daemon sat up quickly and dressed, all of the women staring at him. I understood their fascination. Who wouldn’t stare at a body like his? I wanted to explore every muscled inch of the man who taught me to enjoy giving blowjobs. And maybe I’d find other ways to bring him the same satisfaction.

  He kissed my forehead. “I really enjoyed today. And tomorrow we’ll take it even farther.”

  Farther? As in what I did to his look-a-like?

  I didn’t have a chance to ask. He disappeared from the room like the men in my dreams, only this was the best sexual fantasy ever.

  “How the hell did you get lucky enough to land him?” Natasha stood, taping her foot, her hands on her hips. “You weren’t just practicing on him, you two actually slept together.”

  I cringed. “We didn’t actually sleep together as in have sex. I mean.... We had oral sex, but that’s it.”

  “What’s he like?” Veronica sat on the edge of the bed. “I’ve heard from others who’ve come here that he never participates.”

  “He’s....” Warmth spread up my neck to my ears. I wasn’t one to kiss and tell. “Amazing. There’s no other word.” And so experienced. Heck, after that day, I wasn’t sure what I’d experienced with my other sexual partners could even be classed as an orgasm. More like a semi-orgasm.

  “Well, it’s about time he gets in on the action.” Serena stripped down to nothing, her tanned-skin showing no white lines at all. She had to tan naked. God, I was so out of my league there, all of the other women more seasoned and trendy than me. “Since his wife is over on the other side fucking all of our boyfriends.”

  “Wife?” I swallowed the sudden lump
in my throat. A heavy weight pressed on my chest. If I’d have known....

  “Oh, come on.” Ashlynn rolled her eyes. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know. He wears a wedding ring. Only guy here who does.”

  Shit! How could I have been so blind? I didn’t care what anyone else did at this place. Not anymore. But, I wasn’t supposed to have sex with married men. It went against every shred of morals I held onto.

  I grabbed one of the sheets from my bed and wrapped it around myself as I raced toward the bathroom. Daemon could go to hell. Camp sucked and I refused to participate any longer.

  Locking the door behind me, I slumped into the corner, curling up against the cold tile. I wasn’t the same person who’d arrived, but I would not become sexually free-spirited like my roommates. I needed a commitment, someone to love. Braeden wasn’t the right guy, but I would find him. Someday. And not at Sex Boot Camp.

  Chills crept up my spine before I finally heard the other women chatting as they headed past the bathroom and down the stairs. I crept back to the room, but halted at the door. Natasha lay on my bed, flipping through a Hustler magazine.

  “What are you doing?” How dare she get her jollies, or whatever she had planned, on the place where I slept.

  “Waiting for you.” She folded the magazine and sat up, swinging her legs over the edge. “I thought you’d never come out.”

  “Well, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m here, I’m fine.” And I wanted to be left alone.

  “Are you hungry at all?”

  “A bit.” Famished after spending lunch with Daemon instead of eating. “But I’ll grab something in a little while. You can go downstairs now. As I said, I’m fine.”

  “Nope, I’m staying here with you. Veronica will be up soon, too. She’d just grabbing us all some food.”

  “You don’t have to do this. I’d actually prefer to be alone.” It’s what I was used to, and what I needed to work things out in my head.

  “I’m sure you do, but that’s not how V and I work. We’re not going to leave you to wallow in self-pity.”

  “Maybe I want to.”

  “But that’s not good for your psyche, and definitely not what we came here for.”

  “I don’t know about you, but I came here to fix my relationship with my boyfriend.” I marched over to the television, slamming my hand on the dresser below. “Instead, I watched him getting head from someone else.”

  “Hence, why you went all gung-ho with Daemon.”

  My nostrils flared at the mention of his name. “Who I found out was married, and his wife was the one sucking off my now ex-boyfriend.”

  Natasha stood and walked over to the table in the corner. “A lot to take in when you didn’t know what to expect coming here.”

  “That’s for sure.”

  “Dinner is served.” Veronica waltzed through the door carrying three covered plates stacked on one another. “We’ve got a pile of pretty mini sandwiches, various fruit, and dessert squares that are making me drool. Grab what you want quickly, because I’m starving.”

  I didn’t know how she could eat all she did. The tiniest of us all there, she ate more than twice what I consumed in a day. And I didn’t see her exercise. Except for having sex.

  Joining them at the table, I kept my head down while I ate. Every time I glanced at either one, I remembered their soft moans as they pleasured each other, and how they worked the guy downstairs only hours earlier.

  I’d sworn to not have any sexual interaction for the rest of my time here, but those two wouldn’t leave me alone.

  “So, be honest....” Natasha placed her hand on mine and I couldn’t help but glance up at her. “What’s Daemon really like? How far did you go with him? Is he really like the mannequin?”

  Heat rushed into my cheeks and a tingling stirred between my legs. “I really don’t want to talk about it.” I was too mad at him to remember our time together.

  “Oh, come on. Don’t be a prude.” Veronica pushed away from the table. At her bed, she lay on her stomach, feet up in the air. “He’s definitely well-hung. I want to know if he can use it properly. There has to be a reason he doesn’t participate during camp.”

  Did we really need to talk about this? I stood, piling all of the empty dishes together. “Maybe, unlike his wife, he remains loyal to her.”

  “Well, you sure broke him of that.” Natasha plopped down beside her lover. “You’re going to go down in the record books here. They’ll talk about you at every camp from now on.”

  Spinning around, I almost knocked a glass off the table. “I don’t want to be known for sleeping with a married man.”

  “And what if he left Denise for you, gave all of this up to be in your life?” Natasha asked.

  My heart fluttered, but I pushed the feeling aside. “How could I trust him? He cheated on his wife. Who’s to say he won’t on me?”

  Veronica shook her head. “It’s not cheating if they both agree to it.”

  “It is to me.” Just thinking about him laying with Denise twisted my gut.

  “So, it’s really all about a relationship with you?” Veronica sat up, crossing her legs. “All or nothing. You can’t have passionate, guilt-free sex without a commitment?”

  “That’s right. I can’t help but feel an emotional attachment. It’s the way I am.” I lay down on my own bed, staring up at the ceiling. With so many highs and lows that day, I wanted to laugh, scream, and cry all at the same time. The liberation from my decision to bring an end to my relationship with Braeden was not enough to end the guilt.

  “I take that as a challenge then,” Veronica said. She and Natasha moved to my bed, sitting on either side of me. “You can have sex with someone and be nothing more than friends. That’s the way it is with Natasha and I.”

  “And that’s what we want with you.” Veronica brushed her hand across my bare shoulder. I wrapped the bed sheet tighter around me, trying to ward off Veronica’s touch and the unwanted desire that came with it. I should have dressed long ago.

  Pushing her hand aside, I sat up. “I can’t.” Though my pussy thought otherwise, juices already flowing. How much pleasure did my body want in one day?

  “You can.” Natasha cupped my chin before her soft lips met mine. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and I gasped. I didn’t want to be a part of this, but couldn’t stop the rush of hunger racing through every nerve ending. My body betrayed me, and I was too weak to stop her.

  Veronica moved behind me and straddled my back. As she placed gentle kisses across my shoulders, I moaned into Natasha’s mouth.

  “Like this, do you?” Natasha asked, pulling away.

  How could I deny the pleasure of having two people want to satisfy me? But could I do passionate and stay guilt-free?

  Veronica rolled the sheet down to my waist and cupped my breasts. Her thumbs brushed across my taut nipples, making them harder. Rolling one between her fingers, she held it firm and Natasha leaned down and licked the pebbled peak.

  Shit! I leaned against Veronica, shoving my tits out. No boyfriend spent much time on my breasts, always claiming them to be too small.

  But Veronica and Natasha fondled them anyway, pinching, sucking, caressing, and nipping, their attention sending me into a dizzying frenzy of lust. I wanted their attention all over my body, not just on my breasts. I spread open the rest of the sheet and fingered my slick folds.

  “Natasha, stop.” Veronica let go of my boobs. “She’s ready. Let’s take her to the next level.”

  Next level? Was I some kind of game for them? As they left my bed, fear replaced some of my need.

  “Oh, don’t stop pleasuring yourself, Cara.” Natasha slipped off her clothes, keeping eye contact with me the entire time. “It turns me on to see you stroking your wet pussy.”

  I bit my bottom lip. How far would they take this?

  She returned to the bed, kneeling between my legs. Her gaze landed on my moving fingers and she licked her lips. “Trimmed, but still very natu
ral. Nice. Mind if I have a taste?”

  I couldn’t help but stare at her, unsure what I wanted.

  “Well, since you didn’t say no.” She ran her hands down my thighs, leaning closer and closer to my pussy.

  Then she was there, her tongue rolling along my clit, heading lower, and finally inside me. Heat balled in my belly. She brought her fingers into the action, reaching deep inside, hammering against my g-spot. A cry bubbled in my throat with the encroaching orgasm. Pleasure-laced fire sliced through my veins and I burst. Everything blacked out around me. I could only feel the constant spasms rocketing through my body.

  Natasha continued her ministrations through my orgasm, ramping up the intensity. I couldn’t take any more. With the overload of sensation, I shattered, unable to suppress my scream. The sound echoed all around the room. My mind whirled. A woman pleasured me, and I loved every second of it.

  “So, did you enjoy?” Natasha straddled my waist, her wet pussy on my belly.

  “Shit, yes.” Though, I couldn’t focus on much of anything.

  “And do you expect a commitment now?”

  “No.” I huffed out a breath, trying to gain my bearings. “I knew not to before you started.”

  “Exactly. Now, it’s your turn to pleasure me.”

  Chapter Six

  “What?” Panic washed through me at Natasha’s demand. “I’ve never....”

  “Just do what I did to you.” She circled her fingers around my nipples. “And if you’re uncomfortable with your face in my cunt, you can just use your fingers.”

  “Wait, where’s Veronica?” She hadn’t made a sound since she left the bed. Glancing around, I saw her on her own bed, plunging the long purple dildo from my nightstand drawer in and out of her folds. Her juices glistened over the faux penis.

  “Don’t mind me.” Her words came out in a breathless whisper. “Just enjoying the view. Keep going.”

  “I....” So many new experiences already that day, yet I was terrified to go any farther. What if I hurt Natasha? What if I threw up on her while between her legs?