Page 72 of Made to Be

With one final deep thrust of his tongue, I came. Loudly. Obscenely. Pornographically. My pleasured shout tore from me as my body spasmed from its folded over position. If I'd had closer neighbors, they certainly would have heard my cries of ecstasy. The fingers clutching Cam’s hair tightened to the point that it had to hurt as I held him against me, grinding my ass as best I could against his face while my body pulsed through the intensity of the orgasm.

When the waves of pleasure passed, leaving a lust-drunk me wrapped in overheated, sensitive skin, I went completely boneless. My throat clicked loudly as my legs fell open even wider, any and all inhibitions long gone. Shame? I had none. Self-restraint? Who knew her?

Not when Cam had made me cum from a damn rim job by literally eating frosting straight out of my asshole like it was the last supper.

“Wow,” he purred, his hum of approval buzzing over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh as he rested his cheek there. “You actually came without me touching your dick.”

My unspoken retort turned into a breathy gasp as Cam licked a long stripe up the underside of my soft cock. I flinched with oversensitivity and Cam proceeded to lick the icing clean off my balls. Drawing one into his mouth, he sucked so long and hard I nearly saw stars.

“Please...” I twitched violently, barely managing to choke out, “Please, it’s too... too much.”

My cock gave a valiant effort to rejoin the party, but the poor thing was spent. It merely flexed weakly once then rested softly against my stomach, seeing as I was still somewhat upside-down.

Cam reached over to grab yet even more icing, then plopped some directly onto my stomach, right alongside the streaks of cum. My eyes grew impossibly wide as I watched him lean down, open his mouth, then lick up the cum-frosting mixture without hesitation. All while holding my gaze.

“Oh,fuck,” I whined, reedy and hoarse.

Cam was a dirty, kinky, sexy beast and I loved it. Before I knew it, Cam was coating his fingers yet again.

Conclusion: there was no way I was going to survive this with my sanity intact.

The good news was, it didn’t take long before my dick was fully hard and ready for action once more. The bad news... Well, Cam eventually ran out of icing.

***

The next day, I returned to work. And thus, we fell into our new routine.

After my extra sweet birthday with Cam, before we knew it, a month had flown by.

I’d helped Cam get a job at the café bakery on the university campus, so he was able to ride with me to work. Okay, so he – more like we – had some attachment issues; we were working on it. I’d visit him on my lunch breaks where we would sit in one of the booths and chat about our days over coffee and whatever pastry he had baked that day. Today’s was a warm, flaky cheese danish.

With it being the day before Thanksgiving break, the café was particularly busy. Even with the loud atmosphere, Cam and I still found enjoyment in being in each other’s company. And, as a bonus to me, I got to see him in his cute apron and hat, which was apparently called a toque. I nearly huffed as he pulled it off and ran his fingers through his dark hair to fluff it out.

He grew a little exasperated when a few dark locks kept falling into his face. I leaned across the table and slid my fingers with warm familiarity into the soft strands, brushing them to the other side where they obediently stayed.

He smiled at me somewhat shyly, and I stared at the pink now staining his cheeks.

I adored the contrast of his shyness in public and his boldness when we were alone. I loved how hegrew flustered when I would touch him or kiss him or tangle my fingers with his, which I was doing currently as my hand found his across the table. Cam in public was quite the contradiction, especially when compared to the man who’d rimmed frosting directly out of my ass. He was far more reserved and quiet when likened to how bold and attached he was with me when we were only in each other’s company.

I had never really been one for public displays of affection, but that was different with Cam. Everything was different with him, better, more colorful. Life was vibrant.

And I relished every reaction I could get out of him. Teasing Cam had quickly become my new favorite hobby.

“Your shift’s over at one, right?” I asked as I stroked my thumb gently over Cam’s. I watched his ears go bright red as he took a bite of his danish and nodded. “That’s great. I’m already finished for the day, so do you mind if I hang out here until you’re done?”

Cam and I were both off for the holiday but after his shift was over, he’d asked if I could finally show him where I worked. He didn’t explore the campus too much, mostly because he was always with me when we weren’t working and I didn’t go exploring.

“That’s fine,” he told me with a charming smile. Despite his obvious nervousness at me holding his hand in a room full of people, his own began sliding against mine. “As long as you don’t mind that I’ll be working.”

I snorted a laugh, “I love watching you work.” Then added in a low bedroom voice, “I get to see you in that sexy apron of yours. What could be better?”

He choked, blue eyes going wide.

I couldn’t help it, so I kept going. “You should bring it home and wear it for me. But don’t bother wearing anything undernea-”

I was silenced when Cam shoved my half-eaten danish straight into my mouth. I took a bite happily and smiled as he glanced around to make sure no one had overheard us. The door chimed as another group of students entered just as the alarm on Cam’s new cellphone went off signaling that his break was over.

I gave him a playful wink as he slid the rest of his pastry toward me. He toyed with his ear piercings as he asked, “So, you’ll take me to see your office when I get off?”