Page 71 of Made to Be

At some point, my gaze lifted to land on Cam as I watched him spill his heart to me.

My eyes grew hot and heavy. Something warm dripped down my cheek, and I reached a hand up to swipe it away. My fingers came away damp.

Cam didn’t grow flustered at my sudden, unexpected tears. His expression merely softened as he moved the cake and flowers to the coffee table before us.

“Wow I... I never... cry,” I hiccupped as Cam wiped at the tears trailing stead paths down my cheeks. Then the waterworks I’d been fighting off spilled free.

My sniffles quickly devolved into harsh sobs that wracked my entire body, so Cam lifted me with those strong arms of his until I was cradled in his lap. He pressed my cheek into his shoulder, rocking me gently as I cried. I didn’t know what came over me, but I couldn’t seem to stop. It felt like hours passed when really it was probably only a minute. And all the while he held me.

“Feel better?” he whispered into my still damp hair, palms running up and down my back and outer thigh.

I nodded, feeling drained but somehow lighter than I had in a long time. I hadn’t cried when my mom left me and dad. I hadn’t cried when I wasn’t accepted into my dream college. I hadn’t cried when I was homeless, barely managing to get by. Ihadcried the day I left Ron, but that seemed like a lifetime ago. Almost like it all had happened to someone else; like it wasn’t my past.

“Well then,” Cam kissed away the remaining tears on my cheeks, “blow out your candles and make a wish.”

But what more could I really ask for?I thought as I stared blurrily ahead at the candles dripping colorful wax onto the cake’s icing.

I had a home, friends, a job I loved, and a boyfriend I cherished, who cherished me in return. I had never been so happy, so content, so loved. I had never had someone who cared so much about me to make me a cake for my birthday and pick me wildflowers. Someone who genuinely cared the way Cam did. Someone who showed his love in every way he possibly could.

I smiled, closed my eyes, and blew out the candles.

***

“Mmm,” Cam hummed. “You look... delicious.”

I wasn't exactly sure how I’d ended up like this, sprawled completely naked on the sofa.

Covered in icing.

It was everywhere. Literally. My face, lips, neck, chest, stomach, arms, thighs... Cam had spread the sweet white cream all over my body as if I was his own desert-themed canvas.

Everywhere he had painted the icing, his mouth licked and sucked, cleaning up every last spot. Whenthat wicked tongue of his dipped into my navel, I shivered beneath him. My dick was throbbing and leaking where it bobbed completely untouched. Even so, I was on the razor’s edge of cumming just from Cam’s mouth slowly tasting every inch of me. And he certainly did take his time. I was panting and whining pathetically by the time I was licked clean.

I barely registered Cam leaning away from his position between my legs, arm reaching toward the mess of a cake on the low table. Nearly sobbing with relief, I eagerly watched him scoop a generous portion of icing then lathe up my stiff cock from root to tip.

“Ah! Cam... please...” I gasped as he coated my entire length in icing. Even my balls.

“Fuck,” Cam hissed as he shoved a pillow under my hips, raising my waist high just for him. Then those icing-coated fingers found my asshole and I groaned low and rough. “I’m going to eat this icing right out of your ass. And you’re going to cum before I even touch your cock.”

I mewled a pathetic whimper at the command. He gripped my hips and tugged me toward him, situating myself so that I was somewhat bent in half with my legs spread obscenely wide. One ankle hooked over the back of the sofa, the other left to dangle freely by Cam’s shoulder. When his head bent low, mouth hovering just over my ass, he asked again,

“Do you understand, Victor?”

Gods, when Cam got like this, all sexy and commanding, it made my brain nearly melt with lust and desire.

My mind didn’t even know what it was agreeing to; all I knew was that I had to agree so that Cam would continue. And fuck, if I couldn’t get his mouth back on me in the next five seconds, I swore I would combust on the spot.

I nodded, a vigorous jerking up and down of my chin that I hoped conveyed how much I definitely, absolutely, one hundred percent understood. Cam saw right through me, but he didn’t say anything. And the first brush of his tongue against my hole nearly had me screaming.

I was wound so tight from all the licking and sucking, a session of foreplay that had gone on far longer than expected. Not that I was complaining.

When his tongue sank in deeper, past the tight ring of muscle, a garbled moan escaped me. It was somewhere between an “oh fuck yes don’t stop” and a “wait wait I’m ‘gonna cum!”

My hands flew down into his hair, fingers tangling in those messy black strands and pressing his mouth harder against me. Cam didn’t object to the rough treatment, only licking me with a renewed, starving vigor. I was so close and knew I wouldn’t last much longer. He knew it too. It seemed I was always a hair trigger from climax when left to Cam’sministrations. And he had learned very quickly just what left me squirming and crying out with pleasure.

“I shouldn’t have put so much icing here,” he mumbled against me, tongue still lapping as he rimmed me into insanity. “I want to taste you so fucking bad.”

And that... Well. That did it.