Page 34 of Playmaker

He sits up and deepens it, his hand squeezing firmly on my ass. His hard-on is pulsating against my stomach now, and I don’t know what comes over me, but my instinct is to grab it, so that’s exactly what I do.

The truth is, I don’t know how much longer we’ll have the opportunity to do this. Another girl could come along and change his mind, or my brother could find out and make him end things with me. We have five days until we leave for the Grand Canyon, and nine days until we head back to school. That means five days to explore as much as possible, considering we’ll be around my family for the remaining three.

I’m not going to waste another second.

So, with a leap of faith and a confidence I don’t have, I brush a hand over his full, hard length. Cam pulls his lip back between his teeth in response, his eyes a dark, searing emerald as he stares at me. They resemble the darkest of pines. A four-leaf clover cast in shadows. They’re an endless pit I hope I never reach the bottom of.

“Take your pants off,” I say.

He continues to hold my stare. “Are you sure, Mads? You don’t have to do anything.”

Can he tell I’m a virgin?

I mean, it’s probably obvious since I’ve let him take the lead on all our sexual encounters thus far. Even now, when I’m trying to be calm, cool, and collected, my hands are shaking, and I’m terrified I won’t be good at this. He’s slept with girls who’ve more than likely done this countless times. I don’t want it to be bad for him.

“I want to,” I finally reply.

After a few seconds of contemplation, he must see the wanting in my eyes, because he pulls his sweatpants and briefs down to spring himself free. Plenty of girls spread rumors in high school about how fully endowed he was, but those rumors didn’t do his cock justice.

A thick, long shaft bobs before my mouth, with hard ridges in all the right places. A bead of moisture has already formed at the tip and though anxiety has me worrying about how well I’ll perform, he looks too damn good to be thinking of anything other than what he’ll taste like.

Pushing the traitorous thoughts to the back of my mind, I take him in my hand, and a full-body shiver races down my spine at the reaction on Cam’s face. He’s staring at me like I’m the only girl in the world to him, and it makes me want to try my very best for him. Ineedto be the best he’s ever had.

So I don’t overthink it when I take him into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around his tip and then down his length. I can’t seem to take him all yet, so I focus on the first half, wishing I could smile when Cam hisses through his teeth.

“Holyfuck,” he pants, already shifting beneath me. “I’m not going to last long.”

I bob my head up and down, feeling his fingers sink into my bun so he can pull the stray hairs away from my face. When I flick my eyes up to meet his, liquid heat floods my veins. I squirm with his cock in my mouth, feeling the pressure build between my legs before he sighs and throws his head back against the armrest of the couch.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” he groans. “Ohfuck.”

This is my first time pleasing him like this, but I can already tell he’s close. It’s in the way his hands keep running over his face. The way he’s clutching my hair one second and then gripping the side of the couch the next. He’s fidgeting too much, but I keep going, keep sucking, knowing I’m close to getting the end result. A volcano close to eruption. A bomb seconds from detonating.

“Mads,”he moans. “I’m gonna come.”

I don’t pull back.

He tasted me, so I want to taste him.

My eyes don’t leave his when he lifts his head to stare at me again. He can tell what I’m agreeing to, and just realizing that pushes him over the edge. He calls out my name just before I feel the salty liquid coat my tongue.

It’s nothing like I’ve tasted before, but I don’t show Cam any hesitation. Instead, I keep my eyes locked on his while I swipe the remaining liquid from his tip with my finger and suck it greedily, swallowing all of him down and giving him a full-out show.

“Maddie, what the actualhell?” He laughs when I sit up on my knees, and stares at me in amazement, as if he’s never had that done to him before.

Which I know is a lie.

My stomach twists into knots when I think about the red-headed girl from the party last weekend, Jessica from the park, and all the other girls who have had their mouths wrapped around him.

I’m no different than them.

The mood in the room has shifted, and Cam notices. Before I can get off the couch, he tugs me back against his chest and asks, “What’s wrong? Do you regret doing that?”

“What?No, it’s not that.” I shake my head, biting my tongue to stop the truth from spilling out. Telling him I’m insecure after making him come will certainly ruin the mood, and I don’t want to bethatgirl. I want to be confident and not worry about his past flings. They were in the past; this is now.

Except what we have going on between us is just exploring. He said himself he’s not ready for a relationship, so in nine days when this is all over, he’ll go back to college to the girls he’s accustomed to, and I’ll be flying back to Connecticut with a broken heart.

Because as much as I said there wouldn’t be expectations between us, I’ll be crumpled like a flimsy sheet of paper once we part ways. This is all I’ve ever wanted, and soon I’ll have to walk away from it.

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