Page 38 of Scandal

Xan tugs me out from under the leaking ceiling, moving me up the bed a ways. “It doesn’t drip often. I’m fine here. Prefer to save my pennies for a rainy day.”

My eyes bug wide. “It’s a rainy day in here!”

Xan presses his lips on mine then, which shuts me right up.

Xander

The only way I could think to get Cam to stop harping on my humble accommodations is to kiss him. Not that it’s a hardship.

Leaving him this morning was hard. I felt guilty that he pitied me last night. Had to get out of there. Finally get a real place to sleep the rest of the term. Take care of my shit.

Maybe my note-writing skills could use some work though. Didn’t mean to worry Cam.

He’s kissing me now like he’s worried. Devouring kisses. I meet him on each one. Drinking him in while his hands stroke over my arms. Down my sides. Tug at my hips.

The closeness Cameron wants from me... demands of me. Chasing me down here this morning. Maybe I wanted to be chased a little more. Wanted by Cameron. No one ever wanted me before. Not just for me. Only for what I could do for them. But that’s not how it is with Cam.

When I feel the guilt swell in my chest, the guilt from putting him off for weeks, I kiss him harder. Even though I’ve been only trying to keep him safe. Away from my bad influence.

He pushes at my shoulders, and I comply with his request, rolling on my back for him. He straddles over my thighs, tugs at my shirt. Tugs at my waistband as we toss our clothes. Trailing kisses down my neck. My collarbone. Chest. Stomach.

My cock is pulsing in anticipation, predicting where this trail of kisses might be going.

I rake my fingers through his short silky hair. Gentle. Much more so than I’ve ever been before in this scenario with other people. But this isn’t like any other time. My heart never clenched for anyone. Never had those butterflies that Cam gives me.

“Is this okay?” He looks up at me with eyes like saucers. Sweet and yet, mischievous. This is a new Cam. Different from the one I met at the start of the term. About to take what he wants from me. Like I did last night from him.

“Yes, kitten,” I answer, and he smiles. Releases a breath he’s been holding. Continues his trail down past my belly button. So close.Touch me.My mind is practically screaming with the teasing. But he doesn’t. Not right away. Does he know how wild he’s driving me?

I’d say yes, probably. Based on the way he looks up at me every now and again. He must know how sexy that little look is. Wet kisses, tongue trailing across my skin. Then sauntering down my left thigh. Burning. He kisses over to the other thigh and winds his way back up. Circling his target.

Flexing for him, I make my cock’s presence known. Just a small twitch, that’s what I can muster. But he smirks at me. He knows that’s in my control. My guy has a cock of his own. He knows how it works.

A soft chuckle escapes his nose. “Tsk tsk,you must be patient.”

I let out a heavy exhale. Didn’t realize I was holding, my breath. “You’re killing me,” I croak with a hoarse voice.

He laughs again. Satisfied. “Perfect.”

There’s a pause as he hovers over me. Right where I want him. Then in an instant, his tongue is on me. He licks me, root to tip. Once swipe of that fat tongue. I suck in a sharp breath. “Baby, yes.” My chest rises high and falls. Eyes glued to the scene.

“You taste good,” he hums, licking his lips. Before I can fully process the hotness of his words, his gives me that long lick again. And again. Never had anyone lick me like that. It feels decadent. Indecent.

My cock lays heavy in his palm as he holds me still, letting his tongue linger longer now, dragging it back and forth as he works his way up. And here I thought it was all about the sensitive tip. My body shudders with excitement. What the fuck will my boy think to do with the tip?

The answer comes quickly as his mouth wraps around me, and he sucks with incredible force. My eyes roll into the back of head in response, against my will. That suction, plus the heat, and his flickering tongue... it’s too fucking much. He’s discovered some kind of trigger point, connected to the rest of my body... I can feel it my toes. In my fucking nipples.

Jittery, too good feels. Overwhelming... what the fuck to call it? Desire? Want?Fuck.It’s almost too much. But my boy reads my body. Works me like a conductor directing a symphony. He pulls me further into his mouth. Wet and soft. Takes as much of me as he can.

I want so much more of him now. As if he isn’t giving me enough. I want his mouth. Want his cock. That tight plump ass.

“Turn around,” I growl, unable to contain it.

His eyes meet mine for a beat, then he does. Crawls so he’s over top of me. Hooks a leg over my shoulders. Cock bobbing over my lips. Right where I want it.

Then we work in tandem, and it’s so much better. Suck in unison. Deep long strokes. Tongues pressed against the thick vein on the underside. Lingering on the tip. We go stroke for stroke. I’m such a goner. Not going to last much longer.

Neither is my kitten. He tries to pull away, but I palm his hips. Won’t let him get away. Need all of him. And then I feel him erupt. I suck him down. Every drop. Just as I explode. Not even enough awareness to warn him. But he copies me, swallowing me down, and my legs quake in response.

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