Page 94 of Made to Be

“That you’re-” I cut off with a rough groan as he deep-throated my length. “Mmm, oh shit, that you’re so sexy when you bake. You’re just...” Cam swallowed around the head of my cock, and I fumbled to speak as his throat squeezed me tight. “No matter what you’re doing, you’re seductive as fuck, Cam.”

Cam withdrew to gulp a deep breath, blue eyes watering and wet lips already flushed a dark pink.

“You’re one to talk, Vic,” Cam growled as he caressed my balls with his tongue.Fuck, that wicked tongue.“Sitting there in a turned-on daze while youstare at my ass. I can’t keep my hands off you. Especially my mouth.”

When he sank a long finger into his mouth then dragged it between my legs to sink easily inside, the sound that left my mouth was nothing more than a pathetic whimper. I leaned back to give him better access as he sucked my cock and fingered my ass at the same time. Wanting to prolong the intense sensations for as long as possible, I pulled his head up so that he was only sucking on the tip and held him there. Shudders of pleasure rippled down my spine as he moaned around me before I plunged his mouth fully over my cock once more. Almost at the same time, his fingertip pressed further and grazed my prostate, causing my body to seize up in a rush.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Cam,Cam!” I choked out. “Wait... I’m... I’m ‘gonna-”

A garbled moan escaped me as I thrusted up and came so hard down Cam’s throat that I went light-headed, brain going fuzzy with ecstasy. The fingers of his other hand dug into my thigh as he continued those sucking draws through every pulse of pleasure until I went limp with sated bliss. I heard him swallow before he pulled off, but left his finger buried knuckle deep. He gave the tip of my cock a final sucking kiss before moving to my inner thigh. Humming, he nibbed on the sensitive skin there making me shiver with little aftershocks.

“We need to get ready soon,” he said through those delectable little love bites.

I squeaked none too seductively and whined, “Can’t we just skip?”

“And you’ll eat the dozens of scones, cookies, and cupcakes I baked?” he chuckled.

I grinned down at him smugly. “I am an overachiever.”

“It’s Alice’s engagement party.” He placed a particularly hard bite on my thigh that I knew would leave a delightful mark. “We cannot skip or be fashionably late.”

Only two days after we’d returned from our trip, Mandy had proposed to Alice. They planned a last-minute get-together to celebrate, and Cam was their chosen pâtissier. He'd even made them a three-tier cake and everything, the sweetheart.

The whole thing had made him super excited, and I was so beyond proud of him. Alice was already spreading the word to her circles of friends, family, and the families of those she tended to at the morgue. He already had catering for a few funeral receptions lined up in the coming months.

It was fitting, I supposed, given everything. And hell, it was a start to his dream!

I heaved a dramatic sigh as I stroked his hair, then sucked in a surprised breath when his one finger became two.

“Says the man who won’t stop fingering my ass,” I said this but spread my legs as wide as my pants would allow.

“We do have a little time,” he purred, a devilish smile to his voice. “How about a quick shower before we head out?”

“You mean how about a quickie in the shower?” I quipped, a smirk playing at my lips.

His two fingers became three and my eyes fluttered closed. He hummed thoughtfully as he worked me open. When I couldn’t take it any longer, panting with need, I gripped Cam’s wrist between my legs and gave him a hungry stare.

“Enough. Now, be a good boy and fuck me in the shower.”

***

Alice’s and Mandy’s party went off without a hitch. It wasn’t a huge event, just twenty or so of their closest friends and family members. Everyone loved Cam’s pastries, and he’d gone pink with embarrassment at the compliments and praise. We’d stayed to help clean up and were just stacking the rest of the boxes of simple decorations and few leftover scones I’d hidden for myself into my car when Cam cleared his throat behind me.

I turned to him and suddenly realized that we were the last people along the deserted street of Dolly’sand Delia’s diner, which was where we had suggested they have the party. The ladies had been ecstatic, even more so about meeting more of Cam’s friends – namely Alice and now Mandy – and had even made several homemade pizzas for the event.

When I faced Cam, my eyes grew impossibly wide. He was standing there looking all the while like a schoolboy presenting his crush with a bouquet of flowers. Because that was what he was now holding between his hands. In that moment, I had two questions: where was he getting these flowers from and where had he been keeping them this time?

“Awe, Cam, they’re lovely,” I crooned as I shut the car door and strode to stand before him. They were more winter wildflowers of varying colors, all tied together with a simple ribbon. “Thank you.” I smiled softly up at him, propping onto my toes to give him a sweet, pleased kiss.

When I pulled back, I noticed the deep blush spreading from his cheeks to the tattoo on his neck. I watched his throat bob once, twice before he spoke,

“Vic, I’ve been wanting to tell you something,” he began and my heart started racing with nerves. “I wanted to do it when we got home, but I can’t hold back anymore.”

Okay, now I was starting to worry. “Cam?”

“I... I love you.”

My brain short-circuited before coming back online several seconds later. Mouth falling open instunned surprise, I blinked dazedly up at Cam as the words began flowing from within him. Seemed he had been bottling them up and the dam had finally burst.