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He draws his thumbs up between my thighs’ creases all while gazing up at me. My brain draws a blank trying to understand. Then his mischievous brown eyes slip shut and he dives his kiss into me.
I laugh. Then I groan. Cam’s hot, slippery, silky tongue caresses up my drenched slit. He takes his time, lapping and kissing both sides of my throbbing labia. Teasing every part of me but the bit that’s screaming for his kiss. His hands rise up the back of my thighs until he rests his palms on the small of my back. Then he gives the slightest bit of pressure to my spine.
His tongue hits my clit. After everything tonight it shouldn’t be a world-shifting explosion that rends me in half, but Cam’s a damn expert, a connoisseur at oral. The few times I got to enjoy it, both of my potential boyfriends had run through the alphabet then called it a day. This is a whole other stratosphere. He takes his time savoring every millimeter of me with his tongue. And once I cry out at the right button, he homes in on that, varying the speed to make me squeal.
The rapid, slippery taps ramp me up that hill so fast my head spins. Then, just as I’m almost there, he backs off to leisurely lick across the hood before delving inside. I whimper, needing him back. Cam kisses right over my clit, before beginning the torturous cycle all over again.
I flail my hand out, fighting to keep from—I don’t know—dying. Cheddy catches it and he beams at me with a knowing smile. “That man’s got a mouth like a vacuum,” he says.
As if to prove him right, Cam purses his lips around my clit and starts to suck, hard.
“Holy…!” I shudder, my heart pounding until I can feel it in my toes. My knees shake and I keep digging into Cheddy’s hand just for one more second on Cam’s lips. He backs off, releasing me into the wild.
I take a breath of crisp cool air, certain I can handle this. I can go all night.
Lips. Tongue.
Earthquake. Fire.
Rapture.
Everything pulverizes my body at once as Cam gives me one final fast lick.
Screaming, “Cheeses!” at the top of my lungs I crumple. The top of Cam’s head burrows into my belly. The fire’s got friends, loud ones on motorcycles that race up and down my body setting off every capillary in my skin. I mash my underboobs into the back of Cam’s head as if that will save me. He chuckles with his lips still against me, setting off more waves of flame vibrations.
Hands hold my wrists, straining my arms back so I don’t smother Cam with my orgasmic bosom. That’d be the most popular tombstone in the graveyard though. He places his palm on my chest just as Cheddy and Brie help me to rise. My head falls back, and I laugh like a loon. The tremors race through me, refusing to let go while three men kiss and caress me.
“Violette?” Cam asks. His black goatee glitters from my arousal and his award-winning work. With my tongue and brain numb, I fight to tell him how fantastic he is.
“Achoo!” I sneeze harder than I ever have before.
Cam leans way back to avoid the blast, but he grins as he returns. “I adore that quirk of yours. Feels like a gold sticker for all my hard work.”
I want to thank him, but the sneezing fit hits and won’t let go. My head swims after each one bursting from me, but as it ends, I look up to find Cam advancing with a handkerchief. “Sorry,” I mutter and try to clean myself up.
He brushes his nose up my throat and bites on my earlobe. “I told you, never apologize for that. It’s delicious.” Cam runs his fingers down my arm to take my hand. Guiding it toward his crotch, he whispers, “And see what it does to me.”
I curl around the cock tenting his pants to the seams. My hand can’t stop running up and down the length, as if it wants to jack him off through his trousers.
Cam snickers and takes both of my wrists. “Now.” With slow precision, his eyes never leaving mine, he undoes each of the buttons and tugs on his zipper. I gasp as his veiny, red cock tumbles free. With a flare, Cam flourishes the condom between his fingers from out of nowhere. “Shall we?”
Nodding manically, I fight off a giddy laugh as Cam tears the foil and reaches for the condom inside. The sapphire latex condom falls into his hand and he grins at me.
A blur strikes from the left.
“What?”
Roq clamps his veiny hand around Cam’s throat. With a low growl, Roq slams him against the vat, and the condom falls from his fingers.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Monterey Jacking
CAM’S HEAD JERKS back. He wraps his hands around Roq’s wrist, nails tearing at the skin. Roq’s arm is rod straight as he keeps shoving Cam into the vat with a sneer twisting his lips.
“What are you doing?” It isn’t Cam who screams that but Roq.
Both Cheddy and I take a step closer. I doubt I’d be more than a gnat to Roq, but Cheddy could stop him. Except, Cam catches both of us and lightly shakes his head no.
