“Not yet.” I move on top of him and scoot down between his muscular thighs. “It’s your turn.” He’s naked from the waist up, so I explore his body, trailing open-mouthed kisses along his pecs and down his torso. The spattering of hair on him tickles my nose as I work my way down his happy trail.
“Cam, you don’t have to—”
His words are cut off when my hand dips into his shorts and wrap around his hard length. With my fingers barely able to fit around his thick girth, I pull the material down and free his dick. The head is purple and angry and a bit of precum is seeping out.
I wet my lips, then take him into my mouth, gliding up and down his length, as his dick thickens in response. When I release him and glance up, my eyes meeting his, his gaze is scorching hot.
Without breaking our connection, I take him all the way down my throat, swirling my tongue along his velvety-smooth flesh. I always wondered what it would be like to suck a man’s dick, and I figured it wouldn’t be too bad, I mean women do it every day… but I wasn’t prepared to like it. Like really like it. The taste of him, the way he feels, how in control I feel.
“Cam,” he growls. “I’m close…”
I consider heeding his warning, but I’m already throat deep, so I figure I might as well stay committed till the end. I pick up my pace, sucking him harder, deeper, until his dick swells in my mouth. I’m prepared to take whatever he’s about to give me, but before I can, his fingers grip my hair and he pulls my mouth off him just in time, as ropes of cum jet out and land all over my breasts and his stomach.
I watch in fascination, and when he’s done, I swipe a bit off his stomach with my finger and pop it into my mouth, curious. It’s salty and thick and pretty freaking gross.
“What are you doing?” he asks, sounding out of breath.
“That was my first time giving head. I was wondering what cum tastes like.”
His eyes go wide at my confession. “And?”
“And I’m really glad you didn’t let me swallow.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CAMILLA
“Cam, your alarm’s going off.”
I groan sleepily and snuggle deeper into Isaac’s side. After we cleaned up, we lay down and spent hours talking until at some point my eyes closed and I passed out. His bed is comfortable, his sheets are cozy, and he smells delicious. I have no desire to move from this bed or him any time soon.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, rolling me onto my back and kissing his way down my neck. “Is there a reason why your alarm keeps going off?”
I reach over and grab my phone to stop the incessant noise. I want to go back to sleep, but I need to get up. For one, I need to go visit with my dad, and two, I need to find a damn job.
“Yeah, I have to get going.”
His kisses stop and he looks at me. “Where do you need to go?”
“Home to change, for one. Then to visit my dad.”
He sits up and pulls me into his arms. “I’ll take you.”
I’m already shaking my head. As much as I would like Isaac to stay glued to my hip, I need to handle shit myself. Yesterday was a great escape, but lounging around and watching movies while binging on Italian food isn’t my reality. “I have to go alone.”
I climb out of bed and grab my clothes that are now clean, changing out of Isaac’s shirt and into them. He moves to the edge of the bed, watching me. Once I’m dressed, I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his neck. “I just need a little bit of time to get myself together.”
He tilts his head up and sighs. I can tell he wants to say something, but he holds back. “Can I have your number at least?”
“Of course, but it’s for emergencies only, in case my dad needs to call me, so the minutes and texts are limited.” I drop a kiss to his lips. “I need to get going.”
“Give me a few minutes so I can take you home. You’re not walking or hailing a damn cab.” He palms the side of my face, his eyes volleying between my own. “I’m not letting you disappear, Cam. I meant every word I said. You’re it for me.”
Butterflies attack my chest, and emotion clogs my throat, so I simply nod in understanding. While Isaac takes a shower and gets dressed, I make us egg and cheese sandwiches and coffee for breakfast. I’m going to be later than usual to meet my dad, but visiting hours are all day, so it’ll be fine.