Page 66 of Made to Be

Feeling emboldened, I slid my hands into the back pockets of his jeans. Giving his firm ass a tight squeeze, I hummed,

“Yeah. I do. Especially after last night.” I grinned wickedly. “But I think I’ll need to start working out to keep up with you for the real deal if this morning was any indication.”

Cam’s low chuckle sounded through me, blue eyes growing heavy with lust.

“Oh, yeah?” he teased, lips hovering over mine. “You think you’ll be able to keep up with me?”

“Won’t know until we try,” I purred, a salacious smirk playing on my lips.

The kiss he planted on me was far sweeter than any before it. With his hands cupping my jaw, he tilted my head back so that I was entirely under his control.

“So, you want me to stay with you Victor?” he asked softly against me, my lips feeling every word of his question intimately. A question that had double meaning. I knew he was well aware of it with the way his eyes were practically twinkling. So, I simply gave him one word to answer both,

“Yes.”

After leaving the motel-style apartment complex behind us, we headed for home. Home.Ourhome. Cam’s too now. My heart was still beating far too fast and hard even after driving for nearly twenty minutes. I couldn’t tell if it was nervous excitement or utter happiness making me so jittery.

“So, what do you have planned for us next?” Cam asked me as a quieter song came on the radio. I was stopped at a light, so I turned to blink dumbly at him for a second.

“What do you mean?”

“Our next date,” he said as he cradled the Venous Flytrap I had revived in his lap. Its bristled heads were still swaying about, slithering like little snakes and I briefly wondered if I’d accidently gave it too much magic. The last thing we needed was a sentient carnivorous plant.

I gripped the steering wheel tight as his question registered. Had he found my journal and plans to woohim? I sure hoped not because that... that would be mortifying.

“Uh, what makes you say that?” I replied. My voice was a little unsteady, and was that a pre-pubescent squeak that just came out of me?

“Well, now that we’re officially dating, we should go on our first real date. Don’t you think?”

He glanced to me with questions in his eyes, brows slightly drawn and seeming somewhat unsure. I gave him a broad grin in answer and both of our bodies relaxed.

“Officially dating,” I echoed, still smiling like a loon.

My eyes fell to his mouth as I stared. I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted to kiss him all the time. Hell, even if he found my journal, whatever I was doing seemed to be working like a charm. But maybe it was Cam working his charms on me. Either way, I had absolutely no objections.

“The uh, the light’s green, Victor,” Cam said and his lips twitched with pleased amusement. I shook my head clear as I turned down the street toward my house.

No, not just mine anymore. Our house.

And boy did I like the sound of that.

***

My two weeks off passed by unfairly quickly, and before I knew it, I had to return to work. I had bills to pay and happened to like my job, even when all I wanted was to spend every moment I had – waking and asleep – with Cam. And over the remaining days I learned a lot about Cam.

He loved board games. Any and all kinds, which I found immensely wonderful because I did too. But I’d never really had anyone to play them with. I was able to put my stash of games to good use every evening with him.

Despite the glaring sexual tension between us, and our near constant teasing remarks to each other, we didn’t go further than doing anything beyond what we’d already previously done. But I did count our relentless flirting as a form of foreplay, though, so there was that. I’d lost track of how many times we’d jerked each other off. We had taken turns sucking each other off and the first time I took his dick into my mouth, I had to be honest... it’d been a struggle. His cock was just so... big. I’d had to use both my hands and mouth just to take him all in and even then, I’d still been pushed to my dick-sucking limits.

But daddy didn’t raise no quitter, and I had been determined as hell to deep throat him. Which I had done. Twice.

He'd loved it.

Seeing Cam fall apart in my hands, within my mouth, tasting him, was pure ecstasy. But he seemed totake great pleasure in making me cum more than being on the receiving end.

He had used another one of my toys on me just last night – he'd generously let me choose – and my ass was still tingling from how long he’d kept me going.

One more thing I had learned about Cam: he was an animal.