“Need to feel you.”
The urgency in her voice just made me harder and made my patience thin. I took of my shirt and tossed it to the side, hellbent on feeling her skin against mine. It was more important than breathing, and I undid the rest of her buttons with shaky fingers. I wasn’t sure how to remove her dress with the bow and everything, and I must’ve paused too long because Cami had it off in two seconds.
All she wore was a red bra and the tiniest pair of matching panties.
“Fuck,” I said, groaning into my fist as I stared at her. Her thighs were spread wide, giving me the perfect glimpse of the dampening fabric. Her nipples strained against the lace, and my dick actually hurt in my jeans. My head went fuzzy, and I realized I wasn’t breathing when someone knocked on her door, stilling us both.
“Cami, you there?” a male voice said, the lilt unfamiliar, but it rang with authority. “Open up right now.”
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
Cami
NO. Not now.
Not with my body a desperate mess and my mouth swollen from Freddie’s kisses. Freddie paled at the interruption, but my dad could wait.
He wanted to talk about the dance team, I was sure, but there was no way I was letting Freddie go. I leaned forward and whispered straight into his ear. “Shh, he’ll leave.”
Goosebumps broke down his neck, and it gave me such a thrill to see Freddie’s body react to mine. He was so goddamn genuine and intent on taking his time. Did he have any idea I was going to burst? My pulse pounded between my thighs, and I needed him to touch me.
I expected him to argue or at least push me off him until my dad went away, but he picked me up and set me on the bed. Freddie knelt between my legs with a hand on each thigh. His gray eyes were like a thunderstorm, heated and intense as his chest heaved. My breath caught in my throat at the sheer desire on his face as he eyed me with a slack jaw. His dark hair was ruffled from my fingers earlier, and his lips were red and wet—from me. I got looked at a lot but never like this. Like he really was studying every square inch of me and loving it. Like he could see every good, bad, and weird part of me, and he wasn’t afraid. It made me feel special… Like I mattered to him.
“Freddie?” I whispered.
He snapped his gaze to mine and flashed a grin before leaning close again. His breath tickled my inner thighs, and I shivered. “Can you be quiet?”
Oh, fucking fuck. My body flushed, and I almost let out a moan at how hot that statement was. My dad pounded on the door again, but Freddie paid him no attention. His hands were at my chest, his fingers circling around my pebbled nipples. The sensation caused my hips to arch up, creating a rustling noise.
Freddie clicked his tongue. “Shh, Cami.”
My insides were melting. I was completely putty for a bossy Freddie. He could command me to do just about anything and I would. He held my gaze as he lowered his lips and covered my nipple through the bra. His warm mouth soaked the fabric, and he gently bit down, still holding eye contact. I was going to die from lust. This was so hot and intimate my body didn’t know what to do.
He alternated between using his mouth to kiss my nipples or his fingers to tweak them lightly, and each movement had me wetter. Embarrassingly wet.
“Freddie—” I begged, my voice louder than a whisper.
“He could still be out there.” He licked the valley between my breasts. “You want me to stop kissing you and find out?”
I shook my head, absolutely sure I wouldn’t make it if he stopped.
“Then stay quiet.” His eyes flashed with amusement as he reached behind my back to try and undo my bra. One second went by, then another. “Damnit.”
“Need help? Or am I not allowed to ask?”
He growled at my response, sending a flurry of excited butterflies through my stomach as he finally got the clasp undone. The material tickled my skin as he slid it off and set it on the bed. With his hands still around my back and our bodies close enough to feel the warmth, he stared at my tits, and his nostrils flared. Then, oh so slowly, he cupped each of them and let out a deep, satisfying sound.
He teased my nipples with his thumbs, and each flick sent a white-hot burst of lust straight to my core. And when he licked the tip of one torturously slow, I thought I could legit come. My pulse pounded in my ears, rushing like waves in the ocean as Freddie took his time tasting and sucking and teasing my breasts. It didn’t matter how much I begged or squirmed on the bed—he didn’t pick up the pace.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I whispered, pulling his chin up so he had to look at me. He wore a drunken smile, his lips wet and his glasses almost fogged up. “Oh, honey,” I said, smiling as I took his glasses off and set them to the side. He squinted a few times before he slammed his mouth to mine, kissing me with a new energy.
He pushed me back onto the bed entirely, crawling over my body and propping himself up on his elbows as he ground his hips against mine. Yes! I wanted to fucking scream at feeling his incredibly hard cock rub right where I needed it, but he only did it a few times before his kisses moved toward my chest, then my stomach, then below my belly button. He brought my belly ring into his mouth for a second, groaning before sliding his hands on the edge of my panties and pulling them down.
“Freddie, you don’t have—”
“It’s been a long time,” he said, his gaze like a caress all over my body. He didn’t even have to touch every part of me for goosebumps to break out and desperate shivers of lust to take over. “I want to taste you.”
“You don’t have to do that.” My face burned redder than the dress I wore, and I shook my head. “Seriously. It’s not my favorite thing.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You don’t like it when someone goes down on you? Why?”
He kneeled awkwardly on the end of my bed, his large frame looking so silly with the angles of his knees and arms. If it weren’t for our position and the way he kept looking at my panties, I could’ve laughed. His breath hit my pussy just enough for me to squirm, and I wanted to bury myself in the blankets with embarrassment. Why couldn’t he be like other guys and just fuck me already?
Because it’s Freddie.
My thought rebelled against the guy in front of me, and the embarrassment washed away. He wasn’t judging me.
“It’s always so…uncomfortable.”
“How?” He tilted his head to the side, glancing between my bare pussy and my face, his breaths becoming faster as he chewed his lip. “Does it not feel good?”
“No, I don’t know.” I covered my eyes with my hands, groaning at the intimacy of this all. My hook-ups were fast, lights off, quick. This wasn’t like anything I had experienced, but how did I put that into words? That despite this being the best, it was terrifying in its own way?
“Hey,” he said, his voice soft and filled with a kindness that made my chest feel all squishy. He moved around and gently tugged my hand from my face. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay? Kissing you, seeing you like this? It’s enough for me.”
“Why are you so fucking sweet?” I asked, annoyed that I was the one stalling everything between us. Not him, the nice guy who liked relationships. Me. “I’m ruining this.”
“No, no, you’re not. You’re being honest. I prefer that, always.” He ran his fingers over my jawline and pressed his lips softly against my mouth. “You being yourself, unafraid or worried. This is my favorite Cami. Like I get a special part of you that no one else does.”
My throat got tight as he said the words right against my lips, and a different wave of heat went through me. One that felt like a string connected our hearts and pulled me closer to me. I wanted to feel all of him inside me, where he bared his soul. Like that would balance the scales and appease the insatiable hunger I had for him and his body. I arched up, trying to get that closeness with him. Our tongues met, and our hands explored each other with a new fervor. Sweat covered our chests as we kissed deeper and faster.
His delicious woodsy scent mixed with the sweat, and unnnh, he smelled good. Heat danced along my spine, and I reached for his belt, undoing it with a jerky movement.
He covered my hands with his and stopped. "We don't have to do anything, I swear.”
“Freddie,” I said, panting as my skin was about to fall off my body with how turned on I was. It was painful at this point. “You’re killing me.”
“Can’t have that, huh?” He grinned at me before sliding his pants and boxers off in one swift motion. His cock looked rock hard and thick, just like the rest of him. His long, massive thighs were covered with a light dusting of hair. His flat stomach wasn’t covered with muscles or lines, but it was perfect. I wanted to bite along the happy trail that led to his cock. His broad shoulders and chest were so fucking sexy that I wanted to lick from his collarbone down to his cock.
“Uh, do you have a condom? I do in my room, I think. It’s been so long,” he said, gulping and running his hand through his hair. “Shit.”
“I do, yes.” I got up, went through my small toiletry bag in the closet, and held up a wrapper. “It’s been a while for me too.”
He nodded in understanding, the unspoken agreement that this meant something to both us in the air. He might’ve been used to slow sex with a buildup and exploring each other. I wasn’t. I handed him the wrapper, my movement awkward as hell, and a smile tugged at his lips.
He ripped it open and sheathed his cock, then pulled me back onto his lap. I thought he’d immediately go for it, thrusting up into me, but he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. He kissed me deeply, without any rush, and brought his fingers between my legs. He sucked in a breath when he ran one down my slit. “You’re so wet.”
“Your fault,” I said, panting when he swirled around my clit with his thumb. He did it again, maintaining eye contact before he inserted one finger into me. “Mm,” I moaned, my eyes closing as I arched my hips.
“I don’t want to hurt you with my size.” His voice was gruff and deep, like he was barely hanging on. I wanted to see him snap again. Be the bossy Freddie. He didn’t answer. He slid another finger in, curling them up the ends and sending a flurry of pleasure along my nerves. “You need to be ready for me.”
“Are you… are you always so considerate?” I heaved out, biting my lip and grinding against his hand. He was being so sweet and vastly different than any previous hook-up. He was a special kind of dangerous because my poor heart wouldn’t survive this.
He arranged his palm so each time I rocked against him my clit got the perfect pressure. My orgasm was right there, just out of reach.
“I want this to feel good for you too,” he said, kissing my shoulder as he increased his movements. My thighs tensed as the orgasm neared, and I held onto him harder, grounding myself.
“Look at me when you come,” he said, an air of command in his voice. The air seemed to still as my orgasm started at my core and spread through my veins like fire, making me cry out and shake around him.
I never once closed my eyes. Seeing his pleasure from watching me made it more powerful. My ears rang, and sweat dripped down my chest, but I didn’t stop rocking my hips against his hand, desperate to hold onto the feeling. It was such a vulnerable state to be, putty in his hands, but instead of freaking out, I relished it. I trusted him completely, and while I could worry about that later, it amplified my orgasm. “Oh my god.”
He bit my neck and lifted my hips, pumping his cock a few times before he positioned himself right at my entrance. “You’re sure?”
“Freddie!” I yelled in protest, making him chuckle against my skin. Then, finally, after a million years, he thrusted into me. The air left my lungs, and I held on tight to his shoulders. He was large, and it took a few seconds to adjust to the size of him.
“Fuck, you feel good.” He slowly rocked his hips, going in and out of me as his eyes searched mine for something. I got lost in his gray stare and his intense way of looking at me, like I mattered to him. His jaw tensed as he went a little faster. “You okay?”
“More than,” I said, not caring if that sounded cheesy. It was the truth. I felt safe and cared for and sexy with him. With me on his lap, he held tight onto my hips and went faster. I had to kiss him.
He groaned deep into my mouth as I rode him. At some point, he stopped moving, and it was all me. Me setting the pace, me taking him as deep as I wanted. Me finding the right position to feel the best. My eyes stung at his selflessness, and I tried to tell him without words what it meant.
Each stroke of my tongue was a silent thanks, and soon enough, sweat dripped down my body as my movements increased. My pussy throbbed with the familiar tingle of an orgasm. My stomach tensed, but I couldn’t get the right angle.
“What is it?” he asked, his lips hitting mine. “Tell me what you need.”
“My clit.”
His hand was there the next second, stroking me in slow circles, and fuck. White spots danced behind my eyelids as the orgasm hit me. I rode it out, moaning his name as he held tighter onto me, his movements harder than before. His thick legs turned to stone, and he groaned, deep and satisfying.
“I’m coming, shit,” he said into my neck, one hand on the back of my head and the other on my waist. He thrusted two more times before he stilled. Both our breaths came out in pants, our bodies sticky with sweat. My world was rocked from the strength of the orgasm.
My heart raced as the post-sex high faded to uncertainty. I had no frame of reference for what happened next. It wasn’t the middle of the night, dark, and with the absolute knowledge it was a one-time thing. He kissed my shoulder once, then twice. Then he put his glasses on. My pulse fluttered at the tenderness in his eyes when he looked at me. “Hi.”
Oh, my soul wanted to live inside of his at how fucking cute he was. My lips curved up, his dick still inside me, and I replied, “Hey.”
“I didn’t come over here to do this.” He blushed and glanced at the ground for a second. “Not specifically this.”
“But you were kinda thinking about it?” I teased, loving how his hands continued to rub down my spine. He kept touching me.
“God, yes.” He lifted me up so he could slide out of me, and after a quick toss of the condom into the trash, he put me back in his lap. “I had all these things I wanted to tell you, but then I got a taste of you.”
“What things?” My smile was annoying. I couldn’t stop it.
“I talked to Maddie today. Now, I know you don’t do relationships, and I only do them, but I’m willing to bend my own rules for you.” He cupped my face, joy radiating from his eyes. “No relationship talk, ever. Let’s just take this one day at a time. What do you think?”
My throat got tight, the back of my eyes stinging as the truth of his words hit me. I’m the exception. I’m the girl who he was willing to have a fling with because I wasn’t like Maddie. I voiced none of it though. I nodded.
He took that as my agreement and had the biggest smile on his face. Who was I to ruin his happiness because I all of a sudden wanted more?
I should’ve known better. I wasn’t ever chosen first.
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
Freddie
Michael Reiner wore too many items of clothing that had our school logo on it. A hat, a shirt, his shorts, socks, and shoes. They weren’t all the same color, but I couldn’t help my laugh. “The season doesn’t start for a while, right?”
“I’m representing.” He shoved my shoulder and had a huge grin. “Thanks so much for noticing my school spirit.”
“Did you visit the team store before coming here?”
“Maybe. Speaking of, I got you one of these.” He held out a white hockey tee with the hockey team on the front. “You will attend at least one game. It’s a rule of our friendship, just like how I can’t touch your Skittles.”
My lips twitched as we walked toward the trivia bar. It was slightly cooler and less humid that the last two days, so the air felt nice. “Fine. One gam
e.”
“I knew we were friends for a reason.”
Our footsteps fell into a rhythm, and while it was weird going to trivia without Camden, Michael said his girlfriend found someone else to attend. Even though so damn much had happened since my conversation with Maddie—mainly Cami—the thought of putting myself out there more seemed appealing. I didn’t want to be the boring guy all the time.
So here I was, going to trivia instead of trying to convince Cami to hang out with me. Just thinking about her had my entire body blushing a horrible shade of red. We’d only studied Monday night for an hour or so, the rest of her day being a blur of school and dance team stuff. She kept her explanation short, not quite detailing what was going on with their coach, but that was fine with me. She’d tell me when she was ready. Until then, I’d just wear this goofy ass smile.
“How are the shoebox-sized rooms going? Naomi swears you can have the couch if you need it.”
“I don’t mind.” Yeah, because of my neighbor. “I’ve only got a few weeks left.”
“You’re a real hero. I couldn’t do it. I’d be begging to sleep on a couch, hell, on a doormat. This humidity is a real bitch.” He fanned his shirt as the trivia bar came into view. While socializing in public for a few hours wasn’t my ideal night, seeing who stood in front of the bar made me change my mind.
Cami was next to her sister, her hair down and hanging over her shoulder. She wore big earrings and bright red lipstick. Her hunter green dress flirted with being indecent, and my mouth watered.
“Dude, you alright?” Michael asked, frowning at me.
I didn’t even realize I’d stopped walking. Cami made all my rules disappear with her beauty and fierce independence, and apparently, she made my legs forget how to move. Clearing my throat, I nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“You know Cami, yeah? Naomi’s sister. They’ve gone through some rough patches, but they’ve gotten close again. I was glad she invited her tonight to fill in. She’s your neighbor too, huh?”
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