Stand and Defend (Lakes Hockey Series Book 4)

I’m prepping dinner—thought I’d make shepherd’s pie—when Cam walks into the kitchen wearing a T-shirt and gray sweatpants, which outline his cock perfectly—it has to be intentional. The sweatpants aren’t what kills me. It’s when he sidles up next to me and flips his baseball cap backward to help with food prep. I’m an absolute slut for a backward ballcap. I press my lips together and close my eyes, gathering my strength. We stand in uncomfortable silence, save for the chopping of our knives.

He’s the first one to break the tension. “So . . . I’m off for the next four days.”

I nod. “That’s nice. Plans for anything fun?”

“I dunno, I mean, you’re here. I figured we could hang.”

I scrunch my nose. “And do what? I’m a boring hang, and my feet still hurt. You should go out and get some strange.”

“Some strange?” He laughs. “Nah. Honestly, I’ve had more fun here lately . . . Wanna get high?”

I laugh. I don’t think I’ve gotten high since college. Not since Bryan warned me never to do it again.

“Don’t you have drug tests and stuff?”

“It’s legal and not performance-enhancing, and as long as it doesn’t affect my playing, they look the other way.”

Huh, that’s interesting. Well, count me in. I’m enjoying my rebellious streak. “All right, I’m down. Are you an edibles guy, or are we jumping straight into bong rips?”

“I’m old-fashioned, I like to roll my own.”

“Fancy.”

We chat about his upcoming games next week and where he’ll be traveling. I tell him about the companies I’ve been looking at. This time I want to find a career that’s a good fit for me. I’ve never needed to work, but I like it, it gives me purpose. Which is why it’s been so tough since leaving H&H.

After the shepherd’s pie is put together and in the oven, he cracks a window in the living room and gets his gear. We sit down on the couch, and I watch him roll us a joint. His skilled fingers are meticulous as they delicately roll back and forth to balance the gram of cannabis in the hemp paper. When he’s pleased with the size, he licks across the paper while looking up at me through hooded lids. The dark rings around his hazel eyes are more vivid than ever, and my cheeks heat. He’s fucking with me because I walked in on him.

He sparks it, takes two hits, and passes it to me. My drags are much shallower. Based on the smell and how colorful the bud was, he’s got the good shit. It’s been a while, but I know quality weed when I see it. I’m pacing myself.

After easing into it, my shoulders relax. Time to get the elephant out of the room.

“So . . . Piercings, huh?”

He looks down and laughs. “Yeah.”

So many questions roll around in my head. “Did they hurt?”

“A little pain once is worth a lot of pleasure later.” He winks.

“Looked like the pain was more than once.” There were at least five bars.

“It’s not only me who benefits from them.”

“You’re such a whore,” I say, chuckling and shaking my head. “Does it really make that big of a difference?”

“Want to find out?” he asks, raising his brows.

He looks away and takes another hit. It was a joke, but it’s hard not to let my imagination run wild. He probably knows what he’s doing. He’s experienced, packing heat, and then there’s the piercings . . .

I’m surprised I didn’t see a sticker on his dick earlier that read WARNING: ADVANCED COCK. NOT FOR BEGINNERS. FUCK AT YOUR OWN RISK.

It might be nice. It’s been so long since I’ve had good sex. Have I ever had good sex?

I don’t know if it’s the THC or the aftermath of the week, but I call his bluff. “Would you?”

His eyes snap back to mine. “Would I what?”

“Would you fuck me? If I asked you to?”

He stares at me for what seems like forever. His gaze travels over my body like a predator sizing up his hunt. “Yeah . . . Yeah, I would fuck you, Jordan. Is that something you want?”

“I mean, I’m a little curious what it’s like.” Not just the piercings, but what it would be like to have sex with someone who isn’t Bryan. Maybe it’s time I acted selfish. Besides, I’m not in a relationship. Why should I wait to jump into bed with someone? Bryan didn’t. I don’t need to justify my wants.

“If you think this is some kind of eye-for-an-eye thing with Bryan, you should know the sex you had with him would not be equivalent to a night with me.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

I laugh. “You’re very cocky.” I reach my arm out, and he passes me the joint so I can take a drag.

“Shhh! That’s my secret ingredient. It’s what makes it so good.”

I hold the smoke in my mouth, letting it cool before I open and inhale. I hand it back and roll my eyes.

He chuckles. “Do you have any piercings?”

“My ears.” Another one of my wants pops into my mind. “But . . .”

A smile curves on his lips, and he makes a beckoning gesture with his hand. “Come on, safe space.”

“I’ve always wanted to get my nipples pierced.” I run my fingers over the top of my chest. “I hear it’s good for sensation. Bryan would never—” I giggle. “Oh God, he was such a prude. He hates body modifications.”

“So, I don’t get it. Did you guys have sex and stuff?”

My head rears back. “Yeah, of course.”

He nods, staring at me and narrowing his eyes. “He’s a shitty lay, isn’t he?”

“I have no idea.”

He furrows his brow. “You don’t know? Well, what’s it like? I mean, your answer is pretty telling already.”

“I dunno, it was . . . normal?” I shrug. “But there was this one thing he did, he liked to remind me over and over he was the dominant and I was the submissive⁠—”

“Did you say he’s a dom?”

“He said it.” Bryan would mutter it repeatedly during sex.

“He’s not a dom.” He chuckles, dismissing the idea.

“How would you know?”

He leans forward. Damn, that backward ballcap is really working for him. His eyes search mine. “Because I’d never treat a partner the way he treated you. It’s as much about your pleasure as it is his. Did you even like being submissive? Or was that some more shit he pushed on you?”

No one ever asked me if I liked it. Being submissive to Bryan was never discussed, it was something I went along with. Did I like it?

“Yes and no. I liked the idea of being submissive, I enjoyed the power exchange, but the way we had sex was the same every time. No foreplay, doggy-style, lights off. There was no variety. I always had to use my imagination to picture other things happening.” Camden’s throat bobs as he waits for me to continue. “I’d mentally change my setting, imagine him saying dirty things to me. And . . . ugh, this is so bad . . . sometimes I would even pretend there was someone else behind me.” I crumple into my chair, ashamed. “I thought it would be different, you know?”

“Different how?”

“So, the doggy-style thing. We only fucked if he was behind me. If I ever made noise, he’d tell me to be quiet because it would mess up his concentration. He never forced me or anything like that, but it felt like pity sex. The sex itself felt fine, but we never had that intense connection. It wasn’t like the stuff in books.”

He shakes his head. “Fuck, Jordan. I’m sorry. That’s awful.”

I shrug, and he hands me the joint. Doesn’t matter anymore. I won’t have to fuck someone like Bryan ever again.

“So what have you read about? Is there stuff you want to try?”

Right away, a flush rises up my neck, and I giggle again. I take a hit, trying to stall.

He smirks. “Oh, it’s kinky, isn’t it? Come on, tell me.”

I exhale the blue-tinted smoke and rattle off the bucket list I’ve memorized. “Breath play, blowjobs, kneeling, slapping, spitting, impact play, praise, some degradation, objectification, anal, being watched . . . being shared—I don’t think I could actually go through with it, I’m too monogamous at heart, but the idea is thrilling and I enjoy a good why choose.”

His jaw practically drops, and he laughs with raised eyebrows. He’s not mocking me, simply amused.

“That’s fucked up, Jordan! Not your kinks—that’s great—but it’s blowing my mind he never tried to give you even one of those things!” He winks at me and tips his chin up. “So . . . is that what you want, Sunshine?”

“Oh, shut up.” I steal the joint back and watch the embers burn when I suck the smoke into my mouth. “Your turn. What kind of sex do you have?”

I glimpse at his joggers and try not to ogle, but I’m pretty sure this conversation is making him hard. Prying away my stare, our gazes meet again. There’s a hunger in his eyes as he watches me. It makes my heart flip, pounding harder the longer he stares at me.

“It depends on who I’m with. I like to be in control, but only when I know she’s getting off on it.”

The way he talks about sex is so confident. I tilt my head to the side. “Are you good at sex?”

He laughs, but his smile is soft. He’s actually trying to be humble for once in his life, which means he’s probably gifted as fuck. “I think so.” His gaze is so intense. “I bet you’re good at it too.”

I gulp and break eye contact. I’m definitely not. I’m in my midtwenties and can count on one hand the number of blowjobs I’ve given. “I don’t have the experience you do. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Cam gives a subtle head shake. “I don’t buy it. I see how excited you are about trying new things—that’s everything. Nothing is sexier than curiosity.”

The warmth that spreads through me pools at my center.

“Shit, how the hell did Bryan ever snag someone like you? It doesn’t make sense. If you were mine . . .” He shakes his head. “Did he at least make sure you came first?”

I know he means well by that question, but it makes me feel foolish and insecure.

Tugging down the cuffs of my sweatshirt, I curl deeper into the sofa, mumbling another embarrassing truth. “I can’t come during sex.”

He sighs, sounding annoyed. “Do you want to?”

I scowl in defense. “What the hell kind of question is that? Of course I do!”

“Have you ever had an orgasm?”

“Yes. I have no problem when I’m alone.”

“How do you get yourself off?”

I hold up my hand and wiggle my fingers. “Or toys, but they were a point of contention in our relationship.”

“He was threatened by a vibrator?”

“Something like that.” It’s funny when I think about it that way. Big tough Bryan scared of pink silicone penises.

He barks out a laugh and sits up. “Jesus, Jordan, how long has it been since you’ve been properly fucked?”

A flush rises in my cheeks. It’s embarrassment, not arousal. Is it really that bad? A sad smile spreads across my face. I’m beginning to think I’ve never been fucked properly. “It’s not that big of a deal. Sex isn’t everything.”

I pass the joint back to him. He takes a hit and studies my face.

“Let me.”

It takes a minute to grasp what he’s proposing, and a nervous laugh escapes. “Excuse me?”

“Let me show you what it’s like. We’re both high, it doesn’t have to mean anything.”

He can’t be serious. “No way.” I giggle again, shaking my head.

“What are you afraid of?”

“I just got out of⁠—”

“He’s got nothing to do with it. This is only me and you. That’s it. It’s just sex.”

If I slept with Camden, he’d probably laugh at me. The more we’ve spoken, the more I realize how little experience I have. My skills are limited to my own masturbation and living vicariously through my books. Blowjobs even elude me. The only ones I’ve given I had to beg for, and they weren’t appreciated, which means they were probably lousy. I need to watch more porn before I climb into bed with anyone. Especially someone like Camden Teller.

“I told you how inexperienced I am. You don’t want this, trust me. I’m a mess.”

“Oh, Sunshine, I love messes. I’ll take care of you. Promise.”

“Cam—”

“But the lights stay on—I want what he never got to see. I don’t want to miss a second of watching you come on my cock.”

Damn. Heat floods to my core. My body is certainly ready, even if I’m not. It’s a free pass to experience what sex could be. He’d probably teach me a lot . . . It’d help prepare me if I ever start dating. I’m not making a mistake like Bryan ever again. Our gaze pings back and forth, searching each other’s eyes. Shit, I’m in.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“But only because I want to gain more experience. What do I do first?”

He sits next to me on the sofa, his lopsided smile is so striking with that damn backward hat of his.

“Can I kiss you?” I look away, and my mouth curves into a grin. He asked. He’s facing me, but suddenly, I’m too shy to even glance back. The other night happened without thinking, now all I’m doing is overcomplicating it in my mind.

“Okay.”

“Jordan.” He takes a hit and sets the joint down. “Let’s just have some fun.”

His fingers thread into my hair, and he opens my mouth with his, blowing the smoke inside. I inhale and let the high tamp down the noise in my mind. I’m done caring. At least for tonight.

He kisses me deeper. It’s a rush. Before long, he loops his fingers over the sides of my leggings, and I let him peel them off. He smiles, then goes for my shirt. I do the same to him. I will not be the only one naked. When his shirt is over his head, he studies my body, and I don’t cover myself up. I feel pretty when he looks at me like that.

I straddle his lap and continue kissing him, my fingers trail down his abs, appreciating his muscles. He feels so different from Bryan. Opposite in almost every way. His body is hard and firm, his hands calloused. Cam grabs my thighs and shoves my hips down on him, and I grind slowly. Even with his pants still on, his cock is different from my ex’s. So different. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. Would he let me give him a blowjob? Would he give me pointers and encourage me through it?

When I’m left in only my underwear, he fills his hands with my breasts and tugs my nipples, sending waves of pleasure through me. One hand skates over my stomach and continues lower . . . His thumb passes back and forth over the damp strip of cotton between us.

“Please,” I beg.

He groans, shoving my panties to the side and sliding his thick fingers between my folds.

“Fucking hell, Jordan. You are so wet.”

Not surprising, this is more foreplay than I’m used to.

He slides one digit in, and I clench around him.

Wow.

“How many fingers can you take in this tight pussy, hm?”

He adds another, pumping them inside me while I enjoy myself. Touching me doesn’t benefit him, yet he keeps going. What is he getting out of this? It feels incredible. The sound of my wetness fills the space. My arousal practically dripping out of me. He pulls his hand out and wipes it on my nipple, dropping his mouth and sucking it off while he looks up at me. Oh my god.

My jaw drops, and I smile at his brazen move. He pops off me and shoves his hand between my legs again. “Why didn’t you tell me you tasted so sweet?”

Cam drives two fingers inside, and my eyes roll back. “I didn’t know.”

He brings our mouths together, swiping his tongue across mine, and I moan as I taste myself on his lips. His thumb hits my clit with the proper speed and pressure, refined after many women, I assume. “Now you do.”

My breaths quicken, my core tightens—I might come. He probes, tapping the spot inside me I’ve only ever reached with a vibrator, and I’m sent over the edge.

“Oh my god!”

An invisible wave crashes over me, trickling down my entire body. I grip his shoulders as muscles tense. I’m coming. I’m actually coming.

“Thaaat’s my fucking girl,” he growls. His praise sends me deeper, my vision tunnels as I’m swept up in total pleasure. I stare at him dumbfounded. A man made me come. A smile takes over my face. That was incredible. “You have no problem coming.”

“Show me how to give a good blowjob,” I blurt. He chuckles. I’m too elated to care about humility. I just want more.

He stalls for a moment, and I look up at him.

“Wait, you’ve never given a blowjob?”

“Of course I have, but I want to be better at it.”

The idea has always turned me on, but I never got enough practice, and Bryan wasn’t into it, which negated the whole experience. It wasn’t fun.

He leans back on the sofa.

“Get on your knees.”

I do as he says. He studies me, kneeled on the floor between his parted thighs. He’s hard, and I want to see what was rubbing me in all the right places when I was grinding on him. See what I saw when I walked in on him. Cam nods at his crotch. “Go for it, Jordan. Show me.”

I push down the gray joggers. His cock bobs out, and I try not to pay attention to the thickness or piercings. They’re intimidating.

Using only what I know from experience, I do what Bryan liked. I make myself look as pretty as possible. Running my fingers through my hair to smooth it over and bringing it behind my shoulders. Then I sit up with good posture and open my mouth, taking him inside. The bead of precum hits my tongue with a satisfying saltiness. I love it.

I keep my eyes down and focus. In and out. Keep my mouth tight, which feels impossible with his size and piercings. I’m scared I’ll let one of them hit a tooth or something. I can only imagine how easily I could hurt him. Clean and disciplined. I gave blowjobs here and there before Bryan, but I was a teenager—and knew even less than I do now.

“A little wider, you can take it.”

I open my mouth wider, but it doesn’t seem to make a difference to him. He’s as quiet as Bryan was. My self-esteem starts to tank. Fuck, I’m terrible at this.

“Come on, Jordan, you can suck dick better than this. I’ve seen those lips work a popsicle.”

The only popsicle I had was when he was gone; how did he know that? Did he watch me on camera?

“Wetter.” I stop swallowing so much and let some saliva pool on my tongue. “Wetter . . . I want to see you drooling for me.”

I pop off him and tuck my hair behind my ears again. “I’ll look ridiculous, it won’t be hot if I’m drooling everywhere.”

“The fuck?” He rears his head back. “Did Bryan tell you that?”

I don’t answer. This is what I was afraid of. I’m so ashamed. My experience is garbage. Covering my face, I shake my head. “This is so embarrassing. I knew we shouldn’t do this. Shit.” I drop my hands to the floor and push off to leave, but he holds my shoulders in place.

“Our lesson isn’t over. You want to do this, then let’s do it. I don’t know what fucked-up shit Bryan is into, but forget everything he ever told you. Blowjobs are meant to be wet and sloppy. You suck, slurp, and lick until I fill your mouth with cum, understand?” He leans back on the sofa, cups my face, and brushes my cheek with his thumb. The smile on his face is wicked. “Stop being prim and proper and show me what a filthy slut you are when nobody’s looking.”

I gawk at him, shocked, speechless, and soaked.

“If you want to stop, we can⁠—”

“No!” I shout. I want to make Camden come. I want to bring him to his knees with my mouth. “I want this.”

He leans forward and grabs my chin, getting right in my face. “Then fucking act like it.”

Oh my god. The way he speaks in that tone. Flames lick at my neck, and I’ve never wanted it more.

“Make it wet.”

I spit on his length and slide my lips over him. He smiles. “Be my messy girl.”

I’ve never been spoken to this way or treated like this, and I can’t get enough. I moan around him and take him deeper but gag. Before I can feel mortified, his voice cuts through my negative thoughts.

“Ugh, I love that sound. It’s okay if you choke a little . . .”

If that didn’t deter him, I’ve got nothing to lose. His encouragement spurs me on, and I go all in. I stop worrying about what he might think. All the little rules from Bryan go out the window. I take him deep, letting myself drool around his erection, swirling my tongue under the ridge. Exploring him with my tongue. It’s everything Bryan would hate—which makes me love it even more. The uncouth slurping sounds, the gagging, the spit, all of it. It’s freeing. I can do what I want.

He growls. “Oh fuck, Sunshine. You were holding out on me.” He sucks air in through his teeth and grunts. “Ugh, this is my fucking fantasy. Look at me.”

When our eyes meet, it’s like I can’t control myself. His are dark and filled with lust, as if he’s warring between anger and ecstasy. It’s the greatest aphrodisiac seeing how turned on I can make him. It’s my fantasy too, being with someone who’s as into it as I am. It’s empowering.

“Oh, you’re a fucking pro. Goddamn it, Jordan. Why were you hiding this side of you?”

I let his words wash over me and build my confidence. The piercings aren’t as scary as I thought they would be, they’re fine as long as I keep my tongue on them, where I know they’re safe.

“Grab my balls like this . . .” With his hand over mine, he wraps my hand around the base and tugs, and when he lets go, I repeat the movement, and he groans while letting out a laugh. “Fuck. You’re doing so well.” His hands thread into my hair and push the strands away. He stares down at me, stroking my cheeks.

“You sure are easy on the eyes, aren’t you? Yeah . . . you know you are.” He goes quiet, and he looks down on me like I’m the one being worshipped. His eyes appear entranced as he stares. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, though I’m not sure he even realizes it. He leans back on his hands, his head tilted to the side, giving me room to work.

He’s a great partner, and knows exactly what I need to keep going. I whimper, and he smiles big. The sound snaps him out of the sex haze.

“Hearing you enjoying yourself drives me wild.” I moan, and he cups my cheek, smiling. “This is still your blowjob, you are in control.”

I’ve never had this before. It’s rewarding as hell to make him hard, feel him twitch in my mouth. See the sharp inhales, the way his jaw clenches and relaxes. Watch his head loll to the side as he regards me with reverence. No one has ever looked at me the way he does, and my skin buzzes all over. I get to choose how much pleasure to give him. I have the power.

He wraps my hair around his fist. “Do you like how this feels?”

I nod.

“Yeah? I’m going to pull a little bit. If it feels good, make a noise telling me you like it. Too hard, and you tap my leg.”

I nod again. As soon as he adds tension, I hesitate. My eyes find his, and they’re filled with trust. Suddenly, my scalp prickles, and it shoots straight to my core. It’s rough and commanding, but in a different way than I’ve experienced. His watchful eyes are studying my reaction. The firmness increases, and it’s a mixture of pain and affection. He’s not trying to hurt me. He’s not Bryan. I moan, and he tightens his hold. The more pressure he adds, the greater the sensation. The trust between us grows with each strained tug. I love it. Humming around him until it starts to hurt more than feel good, I tap his leg.

“You like it rougher than I thought you would.”

He works my scalp and alternates between stroking my cheek with a feather touch and pulling my hair. It’s magnificent. It’s like feeling real pleasure for the first time. Unfortunately, my jaw is getting sore. He must sense it because he smiles and asks, “Do you want a break?”

I nod and pop off him. This is thrilling. I felt powerful, desired, wanted, all the things I’d been missing. He strokes himself while watching me. I bite my lip as I watch the erotic scene taking place.

“Jordan, you did such a good job. If you want, we can try again later or try something new.”

Seeing him touch himself and smiling while I watch, gets me wetter by the second. “I want to try again.” I need my mouth around him. I already miss it.

He grins, with a sparkle in his eye, as if he’s proud of me. “This time, I’m going to try and set the pace by holding your head. If it’s too much, you tap my leg like you did before, okay?”

What does that mean? “Too much?” I ask.

“If you need to take a breath, or don’t like it, or want to end. Remember, you don’t need a reason to stop other than simply wanting to stop. Got it?”

“Mm-hm.” I love that. I can stop any time, just because.

“Open up for me,” he instructs. I do, looking up through my lashes and feeling sexy as hell. His mouth opens with mine. Like he’s trying to convince me to eat. He slides between my lips, and my eyes roll. “Oh, you like this, don’t you? There you go, Sunshine. Just like that. . . Fuck. Your mouth feels so good.” My self-esteem rises even higher. “I’m going to guide you.”

He fists my hair into a ponytail and sets a gentle pace. I’m panting, relishing the loss of control. It’s like he’s using me to get off. I like it. It’s exhilarating.

“How’s this?” he asks.

Needing more, I move my head side to side, trying to push him deeper. I want all of him. I relax and turn my hands into fists and swallow him farther than I ever have. His piercings firmly press into my tongue and feel foreign at the back of my throat.

“Fucking Christ!” He roars, then grunts. “Do it again, baby. Exactly like that.” He’s begging me. It’s the first time he’s called me baby. Normally, it’s my name or sunshine. I repeat the move, and he groans, tossing his head back.

“Oh, you are so fucking precious . . . Eyes, Jordan.” I glance up to his. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about this? How many times I’ve gotten off to fantasies of you on your knees? Those beautiful brown eyes looking up at me while your pouty lips take every inch . . . You like that? When I talk dirty to you?”

I moan. I can’t get enough. It turns every bone I have to jelly. Makes me feel valued and wanted. Cherished. He clutches my hair and pumps into me.

“Good. I like it too.”

I suck and swallow, letting him push to the back of my throat again, and he becomes more erratic with his movements and control. His piercings skitter across my tongue as he invades my mouth. It almost tickles.

“Fuck, you’re a fast learner . . . I’m gonna come. I don’t want you to swallow it. Hold it on your tongue. I want you to taste me.” His panting turns into curses, and I lavish every second of watching him fall apart. When his cum hits my tongue, I resist the instinct to swallow, though I desperately want to. As soon as he’s finished, he drops to his knees in front of me and grips my chin to open my mouth, checking to see if I followed directions.

His fingers slide between my legs. I tremble, needing his touch. Needing friction. The second his thumb hits my clit, I melt.

“Don’t swallow.”

Breathing through my nose, I salivate with his climax behind my locked lips.

His fingers push inside me, and I lean into him. “Do you like your mouth filled with my cum?”

“Mm-hm.” It coats my tongue. It’s my prize, I earned it. I made Camden Teller, sex extraordinaire, come with my mouth.

I can hardly take it. My body is on the cusp of another orgasm. Crushed against him, he snakes a hand around my waist to hold me up and whispers in my ear, “Everyone thinks you’re so demure, graceful, and elegant. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy it is to watch the sophisticated Jordana Landry transform into my perfect cum slut?”

I groan and shiver. His fingers are relentless, and the corner of my mouth leaks with him.

“Hold it,” he warns, pressing the heel of his hand against my clit.

I’m panting through my nose, and my knuckles whiten with the grasp I have on his arm and shoulder.

“God, I love corrupting you. You’re such a pretty little thing all flushed and flustered. These sweet hips are grinding so hard. Are you embarrassed by how needy you are? Watch this.” He removes his hand right as I’m about to explode. My legs shake and twitch. Every muscle in my body is engaged.

“Mmmmm!” I panic, trying to keep my lips sealed. The sensation of my climax slips further away, but as soon as he stuffs his fingers back inside, it’s as if it never left.

“See? You need it, don’t you, Sunshine?”

The moniker warms me from the inside out. He attempts to pull out again, but I grip his arm and hold him in place as I hum every moan. I’ve never come more than once, but if anyone can make me, it’s him. His forearm muscles flex against my palm as he brings me to my peak.

“Tsk, tsk. What would everyone say if they knew the real Jordan loved getting finger-fucked with a mouth full of cum? Always wanting more.” The mouth on this man. Holy shit. “I can’t wait to pin you down and fuck you,” he growls. “Swallow for me.”

My eyes squeeze shut as I swallow and gasp for air. He keeps rubbing my clit through the orgasm. Euphoria washes over me as I come on his hand for the second time.

He smiles and crashes his mouth to mine, swiping his tongue inside, no doubt tasting himself. I feel the biggest rush of vulnerability.

“Unreal,” he says, awed. Camden offers his hand, and I take it. “My turn.”