I tease her a little, getting lost in the kiss. I let her think that maybe she’s in control for just a moment until I rip my mouth from hers. Her lips are red and swollen, just begging for my cock to fuck them.
And that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
I push on her shoulders, giving her no option but to drop to her knees. She yelps, her hands reaching out to brace herself by grabbing onto my thighs.
“You had so much fun teasing me just now.” I wrap her hair around my hand, giving me the leverage I need to control her head however I desire. She licks her lips, staring at my cock hungrily before she looks me in the eye. “You clearly want it,” I say, wrapping my fingers along my length and stroking up and down. “Be a good little whore and suck my cock,” I demand.
She adjusts her position on her knees, giving me no indication if she’s going to listen or not. Instead, she rolls her eyes. Actually rolls her eyes at me. Defiant little slut. She still might do as she’s told, however, because her fingers wrap around me. Her grip is firm, not timid in the slightest. She pumps up and down achingly slow, so slow that my balls tighten in protest. I need more of her. More of this. More of everything when it comes to her.
“Camden?” My name is said like a question, her breath hot on my cock as she speaks.
“Yes, baby?” I croak.
“You might want to start counting. You’ll be coming down my throat in two minutes.” Her tongue travels all the way up and down my length, and fuck, I think she might be right. It’s all too much.
And then she says the words that have me fucking savage for her. “And I’ve never swallowed before.”
28
PIPPA
I’ve never felt sexy giving a blow job. It must be because I wasn’t blowing the right person because right now, with my mouth hovering over the head of Camden’s cock, I’ve never felt hotter.
My tongue glides around his swollen head. Air hisses through his teeth, his thighs flexing underneath my grip. I let my fingers drift upward, needing to feel his abs. I haven’t seen them, but everything about his body is perfect. There’s no doubt in my mind that his abdomen is the same.
I let my tongue memorize the feeling of his thick, heavy cock. I lick along the vein that runs from the base to the tip, reveling in the groans that fall from his mouth with every flick. Camden doesn’t seem to like to show emotions—I can relate—but it’s different in private, with my lips parting to take him down my throat. To the outside world, he’s closed off. Right now, his body tells me everything I want to know and more.
I’m enjoying teasing him, punishing him for his hot and cold tendencies. He left me almost naked, pressed up against a window, when he ran away. I’d felt vulnerable and exposed, ruining the euphoria running through my body from the orgasm he pulled from me.
Maybe I want to give him a little payback.
I pull my mouth away, loving the angry set of his jaw when I let go of his cock. It stands at attention, beckoning for me to return to what I was doing. I don’t. Instead, both my hands travel underneath the starched fabric of his shirt.
“Off,” I demand, trying to pull at the buttons. My fingers don’t work quickly enough, so I opt to tug on them instead.
Camden’s hand covers mine, his palm sliding over my fingers. “You don’t tell me what to do.”
I bite my lip, wondering if I should talk back or not. “I want to see you.”
He squeezes my hand, the gesture seeming so gentle compared to everything else. I sit back on my heels, watching eagerly when his fingers begin to undo the buttons on his chest. He manages to get two of them undone before he angrily sighs. “Fuck it,” he growls, grabbing both sides of the shirt and ripping it open.
Buttons ping against the floor as they fall in various directions. I laugh, the sound getting caught in my throat when he looks down at me with fire in his eyes. I’m swept up in the way he looks at me, but from the corner of my eye, I notice him pulling his arms from each side of the shirt.
I don’t know where to look. I love the heat in his eyes, the way he watches me like a man watching his last meal. But I want to see his body. I want to commit every single muscle to memory to remember this by. Even though I haven’t looked yet, I know the slopes and planes of his muscles are something artists like him could only dream of recreating.
“Look at me.” His fingers wrap around my chin. They’re firm, nudging my head upward to force me to look at him.
My chest hitches. Everything about him is better than I could’ve imagined. He’s cut perfectly. His muscles are so proportionate, as if his perfectionist personality ensures that every muscle is worked evenly.
His fingers dig into the skin at my jaw, pressing so deeply into my thrumming pulse that he must feel how seeing his taut, rigid muscles affects me.
“You do something to me when you look at me like that,” he groans.
I allow my fingers to trace the ripple of his abs. They’re so defined. I could’ve never expected what he was hiding underneath his expensive suits and tailored shirts. I don’t know why he bothers with wearing clothes. He could stand in the middle of his art gallery just like this, and every person around would stare at him as if he were the art himself.
“I don’t know any other way to look at you,” I confess. The list of men I’ve been with isn’t long, but none of them looked the way he does. Staring at him, I can’t remember what they looked like at all. The only thing taking up space in my mind is him.
Camden grabs me by the chin once again. This time, it’s gentle. His thumb caresses my jaw, his eyes roaming over my face. He focuses on my lips. His calloused thumb scrapes my cheek as he runs it over my skin before he places it on my cupid’s bow. My lips part as if on command. He smirks, only one side of his lips lifting. His thumb travels slowly, tugging on my bottom lip. My lips feel raw from the ferocity with which he kissed me.
“Your two minutes are running low.”
I smile, shifting on my knees to ease the ache from my throbbing clit. He’s already paid it attention, but it demands more. My thighs rub together as I attempt to get friction and some kind of relief.
I allow myself one more second of looking into his eyes, of seeing the dark storms of his lust-filled gaze, before I focus on his cock again. My thumb runs through the bead of precum at his tip.
His body jolts with the touch, making me smirk in satisfaction. He’s doing it again. Making me feel sexy before I even take him in my mouth.
Using one hand, I push my hair from my shoulders so the pieces fall down my back. I don’t want anything in the way when I fully take him. He grunts in approval, his hands sweeping the hair from my back and twisting it around his palm.
I love the feeling of the hair at my roots getting tugged. I like knowing that, at least for right now, he’s giving me the control, but with one simple pull, he’d be the one with it.
I wrap my fingers around the base of him. His cock is so large that the tips of my fingers don’t even begin to touch. His grip tightens, his short nails raking against my scalp when I use my other hand to cup his balls.
I’m going to have so much fun with this.
Leaning in, I coax his head into my mouth. I speak around his girth, my words muffled due to the tip of him pressing against my tongue. “Remember what I said about swallowing,” I tease.
“Fuck,” he growls, thrusting his hips so he hits the back of my throat. I moan at his reaction. It’s so primal and savage, turning me on as a flush creeps along my skin.
I open my mouth as wide as I can. My cheeks burn from trying to take him, to try and open wide enough to accommodate all of him. He fucks my face savagely. His fingers tangle in my hair to keep my head steady as he pumps in and out, taking everything he wants from me.