He chuckles softly but stops abruptly when I climb over him and straddle his waist.
“This isn’t a good idea,” he says, gripping the curves of my hips as I rub my center along his groin to wake his dick up.
“Why not?” I lean forward and pepper kisses along his jawline and down his neck. “You’re here anyway, so we might as well make the most of it.”
“Because you don’t know how to be quiet.” He taps the tip of my nose. “And if you wake Felix up, he’s going to know Santa came, and he won’t go back to bed.”
“I can totally be quiet,” I argue. “You’re the one who moans loudly when you come.”
Camden scoffs. “That’s all you.”
“Let’s make a bet,” I say. “Whoever makes a noise first loses.”
His brows kiss his forehead. “What do I get if I win?” he asks, interested.
I tap my chin in thought. “If you win… I don’t know,” I say with a laugh. “What do you want?” I know what it is I want, something I’ve been wanting for a while now, and once I win it, he’ll have no choice but to give it to me.
Camden sucks in his bottom lip, his eyes twinkling. “If I win, you have to go out on a romantic date with me for New Year’s.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s a win/win. There’s nothing you want?”
He shrugs. “I have everything I want.”
“Aw, you’re so sweet.” I kiss the corner of his mouth. “Well, I’m not as selfless as you. There’s something I want, and if I win, I’m getting it.”
“Oh, yeah? What is that?” He squeezes my hips.
I feel myself flush once I have to actually say what I want out loud.
“Your face is all red,” Camden points out. “What is it you want?”
“I want to…” I swallow down the lump of emotion clogged in my throat. “I want to have sex my way.” He quirks a brow. “In different positions and rough… rougher than what we do… No holding back or treating me like glass and… I want anal.”
His eyes go wide, then soften. “Layles…”
“It’s what I want,” I say, making sure my voice doesn’t crack. “You treat me like I’m going to break. How can I ever move forward if every time we have sex, I’m reminded of what happened because of the gentle way you make it a point to treat me?”
He releases a harsh breath and sighs. “Fine, it doesn’t matter because you’re the loud one, and there’s no way you’ll stay quiet.”
“I only have to stay quiet longer than you,” I point out, dragging myself down his body. Before he realizes what I’m doing, I hook my fingers into his belt loops and pull his pants and briefs down, exposing his dick. “And the bet starts… now.” I take his entire length into my mouth and deep throat him as far as I can go. He groans loudly, and I pop off, laughing.
“You weren’t supposed to make a noise.”
“That’s not fair!” he whisper-yells. “I wasn’t mentally prepared. You just stuck my entire cock down your fucking throat.”
I shrug. “I warned you we were starting. You lose. I win.”
He sits up and pulls me close to him, so we’re face-to-face. “That’s where you’re wrong, Shutterbug. Nothing about what just happened or is going to happen makes me a loser.”
Before I can argue, his lips fuse against mine, and his tongue lashes out past my parted lips, tasting me, stroking me. We shed our clothes, and I expect Camden to flip me over, fuck me on my back like he always does, so I’m momentarily taken aback when I end up on top of him with his dick deep inside me. My fingers dig into his shoulders while I ride him to orgasm.
When I’ve barely come down from my high, he lifts me off him and drops me onto the bed. “On your hands and knees,” he demands. I scramble into position, shocked that he’s actually going to do as I said. “That’s right, baby.” He massages one of the globes of my ass. “One day, I’m going to take you here…” He runs his fingers down the crack of my ass, sending a shiver of both fear and need through me. “But tonight, I want in your tight pussy.” He spreads my ass. “You sure this is what you want?”
I nod emphatically. “Yes, fuck me like you mean it.”
“You better hold on,” he warns. I’ve only just gripped the sheets when he thrusts roughly into me from behind, making me moan.
“You have to be quiet,” he says, smacking my ass lightly. “Can you do that?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“If you make any noise, I’m going to stop. Understand?”
I nod, and he rams into me from behind, pushing me forward. Thankfully, I’m holding on. A moan threatens to escape, but before it gets out, I drop my face into my pillow to muffle it.