Page 15 of Dirty Little Mistake

"But not tonight?" I had been nervous, but that had faded, and now that the secret was out, I was disappointed.

"No." He dropped his hand and released me as he put some distance between us. "I'm going to shower." He disappeared into the bathroom.

Chapter 6

Trystan

Leaving Cam standing there naked tested every ounce of my self-control. My body screamed to pin her against the bed, to claim her completely. But I caught the slight tremor in her legs, the flutter of uncertainty in her breath.

Flicking on the shower, I dropped my pants, and my gaze shifted down to my rock-hard erection as it sprang free.

Fuck...

I was so fucking painfully hard I wasn't sure even a cold shower would make it go away, especially not with images of Cam standing completely naked flashing through my memory.

I jerked open the glass door and stepped under the steaming water before pulling the door closed. I had to take care of this, or there was no way I was going to be able to sleep next to her.

Bracing myself against the wall, I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock. Being the lead singer of a band came with perks, and the biggest was an endless supply of willing women, but lately, none of them compared to Camryn.

I didn't want them.

I wanted her, but she wasn't ready, and I wanted her to be ready because the last thing I wanted was for her to regret it. Regret me.

Stroking myself from root to tip, I dropped my head forward, and my eyes closed as images of Cam flashed forward. The perfect curve of her tits, the sensual shape of her full lips, her bare pussy. My pace picked up, and my grip tightened as I rolled my wrist over my wide head.

The shower door creaked. My eyes snapped open, widening on Camryn as she stepped through the steam, droplets already beading on her skin. Time stretched as her fingers found my abdomen, trailing lower. Lower. A slow, seductive smile pulled at the corners of her lips.

Her gaze dropped to my hand still holding my cock. "That's my job."

I released myself, breath catching.

Cupping her jaw, my thumb glided over her bottom lip, the tip grazing across her top teeth as her tongue slipped out, tasting my finger, and I bit down on my lower lip to keep from moaning out loud.

My tongue swept over my bottom lip, my gaze focused on her mouth. "You want my cock between these lips?"

She stared up through dark lashes as she sucked my thumb between her perfect lips, and images of her mouth wrapped around my cock pushed forward, making my dick throb. "You want to suck my cock into that hot little mouth?"

She nodded slowly, pulling back as she sucked hard on my thumb.

Pulling free from my grasp, she lowered to her knees without ever breaking eye contact.

"You don't have to do this." The words scraped raw in my throat.

Her gaze lifted to mine, dark with certainty. "I want this." She studied me, all traces of the hesitant virgin gone. "I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you." Each word dripped like liquid heat between us, igniting the air.

Fuck...

I gripped her chin between my fingers, forcing her to look at me. "You want to make me come with this pretty mouth?" Licking her lips, she nodded. "You want me to come down that tight throat." She nodded again, and I dropped my hands to my side. "You want it, take it."

A small grin curved the edges of her lips as her eyes moved back to my length.

Each movement of her hand commanded my complete attention. The initial brush of her fingers—tentative, exploring. Then her grip tightened, drawing a harsh breath from my lungs.

She studied my reaction as she experimented. The deliberate pace was maddening. Exquisite. Her confidence grew with each stroke, with each involuntary flex of my muscles beneath her touch.

Her touch was warm and soft, maybe even a little apprehensive, but that didn't stop her. She squeezed and watched as the veins bulged under her hand. Her movements were slow and deliberate as she moved up and down my cock, adding more pressure as she rolled her wrist.

My head fell back against the tile as my chest heaved. The shower's heat faded to lukewarm, though I barely noticed. The world had narrowed to the whisper of her breath against my skin, the ghost of her lips hovering just there.

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