Page 65 of Slots & Sticks
When he finally pulls back, I collapse into the mattress with my thighs trembling and my chest slick with sweat.
He looks up at me slowly, as if surfacing from somewhere deep. His mouth is wet. His cheeks flushed. His jaw gleams with me.
Fuck.
Our eyes meet, and the look on his face wrecks me more than the orgasm did—shocked awe, like he got away with a crime he’ll never confess to.
“Dot,” he says softly, reverently. “You taste like candy and sin. I’m ruined.”
And then, since I don’t know how to hold that kind of look in my body without combusting, I blurt, “Your face is—um. Very wet.”
His smile breaks wide, crooked and boyish, and almost embarrassed.
“Yeah. That tends to happen when you go all in.”
“I want you inside me,” I say, though if he insisted on doing this for another, ooh, two hours or so, I wouldn’t complain too much.
Camden sits back on his heels and smiles up at me. He licks the fingers that were just inside of me. “I’ve found my new favorite dessert,” he says in a broken voice. “If you want—”
“I want you.” I squirm back on the bed and unhook my bra, so that I’m fully bared to him. “Come here and fuck me already, would you?”
He made me feel wanted in a way no fantasy ever has. Not like a girl in a book. Like a woman who could undo him with only her taste. That realization hums in my veins, hot and terrifying and addicting.
With a groan, Camden rises, chest heaving, and starts unbuttoning his shirt—but I can’t stop staring at his mouth. Red, glossy, ruined from me. When he unzips and pulls himself out, I see him fully for the first time. Thick. Long. Heavy at the base. I’d fantasized about this, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the raw reality of Camden Beck’s cock.
He pauses, pants on and dick out, and glances toward me through his lashes. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was shy. “Is there a problem?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No, I just. Um, wow. I can’t wait to see how you make that fit.”
He chuckles as he finishes undressing. “It’s not that big. Trust me, I’ve spent a lot of time in locker rooms. I’ve seen a lot of dicks.”
“You’re the perfect size,” I assure him. “I, for one, have not seen a lot of dicks, but yours is very nice.” I sit up on my elbows. “I could use my mouth, if you want?” Given how good he just made me feel, I’m eager to return the favor.
“Not tonight.” He lowers himself onto the bed and places his still-slick mouth over one nipple. I spasm against the mattress. Holy fuck, that tongue.
I lose myself in the moment, floating in a state of mindless bliss until he raises himself up again and produces a condom. From where, I don’t know. His pants? Maybe I should be embarrassed. But his mouth already rewired my nervous system—I’d let him conjure a condom out of thin air if it meant he’d keep going.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks.
I nod. Right now, I’m clenching down on air. His fingers were good, but I need more. “I am extremely sure.”
He stares like he doesn’t quite believe me. Like I’m the impossible part. He touches my face—only a brush of knuckles—and whispers, “You’re perfect like this.”
After rolling the condom on, Camden lowers himself on top of me and guides himself to my entrance. The first thrust of his hips sends his cock skidding across my belly. His second attempt ends in him pressed against my thigh.
“Fuck, I’m shaking,” he mutters. “I want this too much. I want you too much.”
“Let me help,” I say.
Camden moans when my hand closes around his cock. His hips rise to press the hot length of him against my palm.
He bucks into my palm. “Dot,” he growls, “you keep touching me like that and I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind.”
I guide the tip of him into me. My entrance resists for a moment, but then he’s inside me, sharing the same space. I tense up at the sudden discomfort of the intrusion. Oof, this part is not as good as the tongue thing.
It’s not pain, not really. More like pressure, stretching me open in a way that makes me bite my lip. I feel every inch of him. Every inch I give him. It’s too much and not enough all at once.
“Relax,” Camden whispers. “Oh, Dot, you feel so good. Relax. I won’t do anything until you do.”
