Page 48 of Made to Be

But he too abandoned his attempts, and focus, just shortly after I did.

We were both breathing heavily, chests heaving as we stared at each other’s hands. When I noticed movement in Cam’s lap, my eyes snapped there to avidly watch as his own dick began to swell, forming a very prominent bulge.

My gaze traced its way up his stomach and chest hidden beneath the black fabric of his sweatshirt. I took in the way his broad chest and shoulders stretched the material taught, admired his tiny chin dimple and his strong jaw. And when my eyes finally landed on his face, I found Cam watching me intently. His eyelids were heavy and body clearly tense. My gut clenchedwith anticipation. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was about to...

Strong hands reached up and cradled my jaw on both sides. Before I could register what was happening, Cam was tugging me into him and pressing his mouth fervently against mine.

I let out a desperate moan against his lips and surrendered to him. Cam was like a storm, calm one moment then a flurry of lust the next. You could watch him approach by the swirling gray clouds, but you were so mesmerized by his beauty that you didn’t even notice he was upon you until the rain was kissing your face.

And damn was he a greedy kisser.

But that was perfect. Because I was willing to give him everything he ever wanted.

It didn’t take him long before he plunged that pierced tongue of his into my mouth so deep that I nearly choked. He licked everywhere, every inch of my mouth thoroughly invaded and dominated by his taste, his heat… By him.

Those ravenous swipes of his tongue made my toes curl in my sneakers, and a pathetic whimper escaped our joined lips. I couldn’t tell if it was from me or him, but I didn’t care. All I knew was that I needed to be closer to him. I needed his body pressed on mine. I needed to feel that cock of his against my own.

Lacking any sense of grace whatsoever, I crawled over the console to straddle Cam’s lap withoutbreaking the kiss for a second. I could feel that my glasses were gone, wherever they’d gotten off to I had no fucking clue but couldn’t have cared less in that moment. Breaths and spit and moans mingled, bringing us closer and closer together. My arms wrapped around his neck as his one snugged around my waist, the other still cradling my neck. The hard press of his cock against my own was impossible to ignore through the thin fabric of our sweats and I couldn’t help but grind against him. He groaned and when he tugged my chest against his, my breath rushed out of my lungs at the impact.

“Mph,” I groaned just as Cam broke the kiss.

He buried his face into my neck, inhaling with a deep, shuddering breath. The sigh of pleasure rippled over his entire body, a needy tremble that shook my own, and my neck arched in answer and request.

Slow swipes of his lips and tongue laved over the flushed skin of my neck, sucking and biting and licking as he explored. His hot mouth clamped down and I gasped out a frantic whimper. When his teeth sank into my neck, stabs of the sweetest pain tingled along my spine. Closer, closer. More,more. I tangled my fingers in his silken hair as I cupped the back of his head with my hands, pressing him tighter against me telling him without words to keep. Doing. That.

This was torture.

This was heaven.

This was... not enough.

“Cam, more...” I begged. “Please... Plea- Ah!” My words ended on a sharp cry as Cam bit down even harder. So hard I knew it would bruise.

I almost came on the spot. Was I a masochist? Guessed it was never too late to discover yourself, right?

When he released the flesh of my neck, he dragged his tongue over the hurt before he stilled. His palm clenched my side in a rough grip. Just the thought of him marking me with his mouth and fingers was making me delirious with lust.

“Say it again,” Cam said, his deep voice soaked with pleasure.

His free hand left my waist to reach up and delicately trace over my neck and cheek with gentle, reverent fingers. I leaned forward so that my lips brushed his ear and imploringly whispered, so that there was no doubt,

“Please. Touch me, Cam. I need it. I want it.” I gasped as his fingers tightened on my neck. “I wantyou.”

He let out a low groan as if the request, my words, pained him. But then his arms were pulling down, the chain of the cuff tugging my one hand down as well. His fingers blindly searched for the tie of my pants and once they were undone enough, he slid his hand in and cupped my cock and balls over my briefs.

With a gentle squeeze, I gasped into his ear, hips thrusting upward of their own volition. The answeringchuckle he gave me was deep and strained, riding the edge of desperation.

I clutched at Cam’s sweater as his fingers toyed with the band of my underwear before completely slipping inside.

At the first touch of his warm palm directly against my bare cock, I choked out a strangled breath. When his strong fingers wrapped around and squeezed, my brain short-circuited.

Heat sparked low in my belly and I cried out, throwing my head back in pleasure as Cam’s lube-slick palm stroked up and down my cock in a steady, torturous pace. His thumb teased at the sensitive V on the underside of the head, and I rocked my hips into him in urgent request.

Quickly, far too quickly, I could feel my orgasm approaching in a rush. My balls wrenched up tight and I slapped my hand over Cam’s to stop him.

“Too... too fast. I’m... ‘gonna cum,” I stuttered.

He leaned in, his lips finding mine once again in a slow, languid kiss. Meanwhile, his fingers were still tightly wrapped around the base of my aching cock. But they obeyed and held still. Somehow, that was even worse.