HER WORDS RING in my head, and I stare at her, enjoying how good she looks in my hoodie. Wishing she’d taken it off when I told her, so we wouldn’t be having this conversation.
“I didn’t know you then,” is what I finally say, and I can tell my response pleases her.
“And you know me so well now?”
“I know you well enough to see that you’re kind. Compassionate. Smart. Sweet. Well, sometimes.” She glares, but I don’t acknowledge it. “You’re sexy as fuck. You’re relentless.”
“Relentless?”
“You never let up on me.”
“Only recently.” She shrugs, her shoulders looking extra small in my sweatshirt. That thing is giant on her. “You were blind.”
“Blind to what?”
“Us.”
She says the word without any fear. Like it’s so logical, us being together. While it’s difficult for me to wrap my head around the possibility of us still, I’m starting to see it.
Believe it.
Clearing my throat, I lean against the edge of her dresser, crossing my arms. “You didn’t do what I told you earlier.”
Blair blinks at me, her expression one of pure innocence. “Do what?”
“Take off my sweatshirt.”
“You’re not wearing a sweatshirt,” she points out.
“But you are. And that sweatshirt belongs to me.” I incline my head in her direction. “Take it off.”
“Cam…”
“Do it, B.”
Heaving a big sigh, she rises up on her knees and tugs the sweatshirt up, revealing her beautiful naked body to my gaze. She tosses the hoodie onto the floor but remains on her knees in the center of the bed, spreading her legs a little.
Fuck, what a sight. Smooth skin and heavy breasts topped with dark pink nipples. Slender waist and sexy hips. A neat little landing strip of dark blonde pubic hair leads to her pussy. She’s gorgeous.
Blair runs her hands down her thighs and I’m hit with a thought.
“Touch yourself.”
Her hands pause on her knees, her eyes widening. “What?”
“Touch yourself,” I repeat. “Show me how you like it.”
“Camden…”
“Do it. Don’t be shy.” I raise my brows. “I like to watch.”
“You do?” Her voice is a little shaky and I wonder if I’m freaking her out. But shit, this isn’t a big deal, is it? She should show me how she likes to be touched. I have an idea, but it’s always fun to watch.
Not that I’ve ever been much of a watcher in the past. I’m more of a doer. But when it comes to Blair, I’m up for anything.
Everything.
“I like to watch you,” I clarify, which gives her the boost of confidence I’d hoped. Squaring her shoulders, she straightens her spine, her hands still gripped tightly on her knees. “Show me, Bumblebee. Get yourself off knowing I’m watching your every move.”
Her lips part, her eyes seeming to glaze over, and she lifts her hands, cupping them around her breasts. “Like this?”
I nod, my cock already responding. “Keep going.”
She lifts her tits up toward me like an offering, brushing her thumbs back and forth across her hardening nipples, and I lick my lips, tempted to say fuck it and jump on her.
But I don’t. I remain where I’m at, leaning uncomfortably against the damn dresser, my cock already straining the front of my boxers. She lets go of her breasts until it’s just her thumb and index finger tugging on her nipples, so hard she hisses in a breath.
“Hurt?” I ask.
Blair slowly shakes her head, her blonde hair sliding over her shoulders. “Feels good.”
This girl.
Pardon me, woman.
Everything about her is perfect. As if she were made for me.
She lets go of her nipples, sliding her hands down her torso. Along her ribs, her stomach, hands pausing at her hips, her fingers fanned out, pointing toward one of my favorite parts of her. “I feel a little silly,” she admits.
“You don’t look silly,” I rush to say, not wanting her to stop. “I think you look fucking sexy.”
Her fingers come together and she slides her hands down farther, almost covering her pussy completely and she pauses, bending her head to study herself as she keeps one hand in place while the other slips down, a single finger parting her lips.
Oh fuck.
A shuddery sigh leaves her as she explores her sensitive flesh with just her index finger, her head still bent, her hair covering her pretty face. I can hear her finger slicking through all of that wet heat, and I bark out a command without thought.
“Look at me.”
Blair lifts her head, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open, her finger on pause.
“Keep touching yourself.”
She starts stroking again, her knuckles bending as she begins to rub her clit. Her teeth sink into her lower lip, a low moan sounding, and her eyelids start to waver. Like they’re going to shut.
“Don’t close your eyes.” She blinks at me. “That’s it. Add another finger.”
Without hesitation, she does as I tell her, the scent of her starting to fill the room. I try to remain calm, but my hands are curled into fists. My heart is thundering in my chest and my dick is reminding me that he’s a needy bastard and he’s dying to get inside her.
Not yet, I tell myself—and my dick. We need to see this through first.
“Fuck yourself, B,” I tell her, and she goes still. “Lie back on the bed and spread your legs. Let me see you do it.”
She gets into position without a word, lying back, her upper body propped against her pillows. Spreading her legs wide, she lets me see everything she’s got, pink glistening flesh on display as she drifts her fingers along the edge of her pussy, toying with herself.
Hot.
Slowly, she sinks a finger inside her, pulling it out before sliding it back in. She does this a few times, eventually adding another finger, and I watch, mesmerized as she lifts her hips and arches her back. Her eyes are closed, her long blonde hair spread across the pillow, and fuck me, she is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Roll over,” I suddenly tell her, and she frowns, her busy fingers pausing. “Do it.”
Removing her fingers from her pussy, she rolls over as I tell her, “Get on your hands and knees.”
She shifts into position, wagging that perfect ass at me, offering a sweet glimpse of her pussy between her thighs, and I go to the bed, taking my shirt off as I make my way toward her, crawling onto the mattress, so I’m directly behind her. I’m close enough to see that she’s trembling, her skin shining with the thinnest layer of sweat, and damn if she isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Going on pure instinct, I slap her ass, making her jolt. I rise up above her and grab hold of her hair, gathering it in one hand and giving it a gentle tug. She throws her head back, panting as she whispers, “Harder.”
I pull harder, enough to yank her head back, her lips parting on a moan.
“Jesus, Blair,” I mutter, leaning over her as I cover the smooth expanse of her back with my upper body. “You’re a fucking dirty girl.”
“N-not n-normally,” she stutters out, whimpering when I tighten my grip on her hair. “I swear you bring it out of me.”
Pausing, I stare at her profile, the way her lids are at half mast, her lips parted. Looking like a sex goddess straight out of my darkest dreams. “Yeah?”
She nods, her head barely moving since I’ve got such a strong hold of her hair. “I want to do whatever you want me to, Cam. I-I want to please you.”
I tug on her hair until she’s just on her knees, pressing my chest to her back, curling my other arm around her waist while keeping a hold on her hair. Her ass is snug against my cock, her entire body trembling, and I let my hand drift down her stomach until I’m cupping her between her thighs. She’s hot and wet and when I gently swipe my thumb across her clit, a jolt rocks her body, her ass brushing against my dick.
“I haven’t even fucked you yet,” I murmur close to her ear, licking her lobe. “And look at you. Always so eager to please me.”
She nods but doesn’t say a word, her body seeming to melt into mine. I let go of her hair and reach around her to grab hold of her breast, rubbing and kneading her supple flesh, my thumb tracing around her nipple. She turns her head toward mine, her mouth landing on my jaw, breathing into my skin, and I angle my head so I can kiss her.
Consume her.
I turn her around so we’re facing each other, her hands in front of my sweats, her fingers curled around my dick. I’ve got my fingers between her legs, rubbing and searching, our mouths fused, tongues battling. I can’t get enough of her and I think she feels the same about me. We’re out of control, hands wandering everywhere, as if we’re trying to get under each other’s skin. I take over the situation, wrangling her into position, so she’s lying on the mattress beneath me, her legs spread and me lying between them. She breaks our kiss to stare up at me, her breaths coming quick, and I wait for her, dipping my head, running my lips across her collarbone.
“I-I want you,” she whispers, her hands coming up to sink into my hair.
I smile against her skin. “I know.”
“I want you inside me,” she continues, tilting her head so she can stare into my eyes when I lift my gaze to hers. “Now.”
“You think you’re in control of this?”
“No.” She laughs, and the sound warms my goddamn soul, I swear. “I just wanted to let you know how I feel.”
She wants me, I think as I resume kissing a path along her skin. She wants to have sex with me, and fuck, I want to be inside her too. This will change everything between us.
Every single thing.
Not that it hasn’t already changed. We’ve messed around enough to shift the boundaries past the point of no return. We’re involved—sexually. She’s all I can think about. Not when I’m on the field, I can still focus, thank God, but once I’m off and able to do whatever I want? All I want to do is…
Her.
Blair.
My sweet little Bumblebee.
I don’t give nicknames to girls. I don’t tease them or laugh with them while they’re naked in my arms. I’m a serious motherfucker. I get it done and get the hell out, every single time I’m with a woman. Emotions are messy and I’m not about to clean up anyone’s mess. Including my own.
That’s all changed since I started spending time with Blair.
And fuck, I’m in too deep now.
Her legs shift beneath me and I can tell she’s restless. Needy. I shift up until my face is in hers once more, taking her hands and stretching her arms above her head, holding her wrists together with one hand. I lift my body away from hers, my knees on either side of her hips, my gaze locked on her beautiful flushed face. “You want this?”
I thrust my hips nice and slow, dragging my covered erection across her wet center and she instinctively arches beneath me, rubbing her wet pussy all over the front of my sweats. “Yes,” she whispers.
“Take it out then,” I urge her, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Show me what you can do with it.”
Eagerly, she reaches around me and shoves at my sweats, taking them down along with my boxers, exposing my ass. My cock. She drags them farther until they stop about midthigh, one hand curling around the base of my shaft as she begins to stroke.
She handles me so expertly, I swear my eyes fucking cross, her touch feels so damn good. Squeezing me in all the right places, her grip is firm, sliding up and down my shaft in a perfect rhythm that brings me closer and closer to blowing in a scarily short amount of time.
Fuck that. I need to draw this out.
Reluctantly, I pull out of her grip, noting the pout on her face. I’m relieved and grateful when she helps me get rid of my sweats and boxers, until I’m just as naked as she is. When I resume my position, my cock probes at her pussy and she grabs hold of me once more, squeezing the base.
“You need to get a condom,” she practically croons, her strokes putting me in a near trance.
“Got any nearby?” The words scrape against my raw throat and I glance over at the nightstand, praying she’s a safety girl and has a couple stashed in the drawer.
“In my bathroom—”
I’m up and out the door, buck-ass naked and crossing the hall, flipping the light on in her bathroom. “Where?”
“The top drawer on the right,” she calls.
I jerk the drawer open, rifling through the various products inside, relief smacking me square in the chest when I spot two condom packets. I grab them both, slam the drawer closed and quickly bail out of the bathroom, shutting and locking her bedroom door behind me before I rejoin her on the bed.
She’s still lying there where I left her, lazily drifting her fingers back and forth across her tits, and I stop, watching her. Her gaze lifts to mine and she smiles, cupping her breasts like an offering.
One I cannot refuse.
