22. Cam

CHAPTER 22

CAM

A s much as I want to be with Sloane, I need to focus on football. I spend as much time in the gym as possible, working on strength, mobility, and flexibility. I practice in the afternoons with Coach and the high school team. He runs me hard—if not harder—than any of my coaches in the pros, not letting up even one iota. I’m hot, sore, and exhausted at the end of every practice, but I’m loving every second of it.

Then school’s out for the summer and we transition to two-a-days, leaving me even less alone time with Sloane. The practice schedule’s rigorous, plus Coach is home during the day, giving us fewer opportunities to escape his watchful eye.

Our only saving grace is his early bedtime and the fact that his room’s on the other side of the house. Nighttime is our chance to be together without Coach staring us down.

I’m lying in bed, wide-awake in only my boxers, the ceiling fan swirling in lazy circles.

Cam: You awake?

I stare at the dark screen, willing a text to come through. She doesn’t let me down.

Trouble: Yes. Can’t sleep

Cam: Me neither

Trouble: You think my dad’s asleep yet?

Cam: Hard to say. Probably kind of early still

Trouble: You’re right—don’t want to risk it

Trouble: Are you naked?

I chuckle into the darkness, cock twitching and growing harder by the second. Reaching down, I pull my length free, stroking up and down.

Fuck this. Sexting is way too much work. I hit Sloane’s icon on the screen and call her.

“I am now,” I say in a low voice as soon as she picks up.

“Ohh—sexy,” she purrs and now my cock’s a steel fucking shaft.

“Are you naked?”

“I’m wearing a silk nightie. No bra or panties,” she whispers and I groan, fisting myself harder, picturing Sloane in only a tiny black nightie. Milky-white breasts spilling over the top of the lingerie, diamond-sharp nipples poking through the thin fabric.

“I’m so hard right now, thinking about you.” I tighten my hand, working the length of my cock .

“What would you do if I was with you?” Her voice is quiet, seductive, and my balls tingle.

“I’d run my hands up and down your arms. Then slip the straps off your shoulders and palm your breasts.”

“Keep going—” she murmurs in a breathy whisper.

“I will. But only if you follow my instructions.”

She doesn’t hesitate. “Deal.”

“Lower your nightie down. Squeeze your nipples and tell me how it feels.”

A few seconds pass and I wait, cock throbbing.

“It feels good. But it would feel better if you did it.”

“Close your eyes and pretend it’s me. Pinch hard,” I command. Rubbing the tip of my cock, I think about Sloane pinching her rosy nipples. A few drops of pre-cum leak onto the crown of my dick and I smooth the fluid into my skin.

“How’d that feel?”

“Good. I’m wet for you.” Her voice is lower, more sensual, and my body burns with desire.

Fuck me.

I stifle a groan, wishing I could escape the Jonas brothers and go to her room. Trail my fingers up and down through her juices.

“How wet? Slide your fingers up and down your slit and tell me.”

There’s a rustle of bedsheets, a slight creak, and I know she’s adjusting into a better position. Following my directions and making herself feel good.

“I’m soaking,” she whispers, and I practically feel her breath on me.

“Good girl. Rub your clit,” I murmur, pumping harder and faster. Pretending I’m with her, working her clit until her body flushes .

“Ohmygod—” she pants and I smile into the dark.

“I usually go by Cam…”

She giggles, the melodic sound tickling down my spine. Every inch of me lights up and my balls ache.

“I’m so turned on right now, Cam?—”

“Me too, thinking of you stroking your hot pussy.”

“Now what do you want me to do?”

“Finger yourself,” I command, applying tight pressure all along my shaft.

“Ahhh….”

“Are you using one or two fingers?” I ask, squeezing my dick harder.

“One.”

“Use two. Stretch yourself out for me. You need to be ready to take my cock.”

“I added another. I’m so hot for you right now,” she whimpers.

“Same, baby girl. My dick is rock-fucking-hard. I’m pumping it, pretending I’m sliding in and out of your wet pussy.”

“I’d like that. Very much.”

“I can’t wait to be with you.” The words come out as a plea and that’s all I can take of this beautiful torturous dance. I need to be with Sloane, feel her soft, warm skin on mine, our bodies pressed together. I disconnect and throw my shorts on. Then I tiptoe down the dark hallway as quietly as I possibly can, holding my breath the entire way. I’m taking a huge risk, sneaking into Sloane’s room while Coach is home, but I can’t resist. The temptation’s too great.

I inch her door open and she pops straight up in bed, breasts spilling over the lacy top of her nightie just like I imagined. She wasn’t joking—she really is wearing a nightie. I press a finger to my lips and click the door shut behind me, depressing the lock before crossing to her bed.

Her dark hair’s loose and spilling over her bare shoulders, moonlight highlighting the curves of her body. She’s beautiful, vulnerable, eyes wide in the darkness and I can’t wait to touch her, taste her, feel her skin on mine. Leaning down, I brush my mouth against hers. Soft and gentle, she opens to me with a tiny moan and I taste the faint hint of mint from her toothpaste. Every inch of my body yearns for her as I kiss her slow and deep. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she kneads my tight muscles gently like a cat. The movement’s small, but intense, sending electric shock waves rolling down my spine.

“I want to taste you.” I whisper the words into her open mouth and her lips curve up into a smile.

Lifting her hand to my mouth, I suck the sticky juices from her fingers. A breathy moan hums low in her throat, her eyes wide as she watches me lick the sweetness from her skin. Pulling my lips away, I gently lower her body back against the headboard and push the silky lingerie up over her hips. Spreading her legs, I position myself between her thighs and run an open palm over her flat belly. She quivers beneath my touch as I stroke her skin, tracing light circles around her belly button.

“Play with your tits for me. Like you were doing before.” I gaze up her body, watch as her eyelids flutter closed as she touches herself, her lips parting slightly.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

She lifts her lids, locking her wide eyes on mine. “That’s a good girl, just like that. Pinch that pretty, pink nipple.”

She does as I say, squeezing the rosy bud with two fingers. Her breath hitches and my cock responds, bulging in my briefs. I ignore him, though, focusing all my efforts on Sloane.

“Beautiful, baby.” I whisper the words, breathing over her sensitive skin. “Now work the other one.”

She moves her hand to the other side and I drop my face lower, nuzzling her pussy with my nose. I take a deep inhale, reveling in her sweet, musky scent.

“God, Sloane, you smell so good.” She wiggles her ass and arches up in response, giving me better access. “I’ve been dreaming of this every night for the past week.”

“Me too.” Threading her fingers in my hair, she scrapes lightly at my scalp. My cock twitches and throbs, straining against the cotton of my shorts.

This dance between us is so slow, so torturous. And I’m torn between wanting to draw out every single second of beautiful pain or give in and take what I want right here, right now. Fuck her in her childhood bedroom on the plain cotton sheets, the Jonas brothers poster on the wall as witness, Coach be damned.

Instead of giving in fully, I do the next best thing. I lean in and blow lightly on her clit before flattening my tongue and licking her slit from bottom to top. Her fingers tighten in my hair and she groans.

“Cam…”

“You like that, baby?”

She nods as I continue licking and sucking, tasting her for the first time.

“You’re so sweet, baby.” I swirl my tongue around her clit, pressing lightly against the sensitive bud. “I need more.”

Gripping her hips, I lift her ass off the bed before burying my face in her hot, delicious pussy.

Then I feast .

Sloane’s an all-you-can-eat buffet and I’m a starving man, lapping and sucking at her juices like she’s the last meal I’ll ever eat. Her thighs tremor and shake in my palms as I devour her pussy.

“Oh God, Cam—” Her voice is needy as her hips move and buck. I grip her harder, keeping her still as I apply more pressure, more friction. She’s mewling for more, a high-pitched keening, and I know she’s close.

I lift my head slightly, staring up at her. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her head’s thrown back.

“Shh, we have to be quiet, baby. Much as I want to hear you scream my name, you can’t do that tonight.”

She nods, biting her bottom lip, and I dip back down. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I flick at the bud with my tongue, once, twice, three times. That’s all it takes for Sloane to unravel, her body shuddering against my face, thighs trembling in my hands. Her muscles contract against my mouth and I ease off the pressure, holding her up and supporting her as she rides the waves of her release.

“Ohmygod, Cam—” she whispers, her nails digging into my traps. “That was the most intense orgasm of my life.”

I smile in the darkness, wiping my mouth before shimmying up the bed to lay next to her. Tracing soft circles around her breasts, skin warm and flushed, she curls into me. Her head rests on my bare chest, the silky strands of her hair tickling me. With a deep breath, I inhale the heady floral scent of shampoo, the musk of her sex still in my nostrils. The scent’s signature Sloane and if I could bottle it up as a perfume, I’d sniff it every single day.

I want this woman—need this woman—every day .

My dick throbs and aches and I’d love to bury myself in her tight, wet pussy right now.

But we can’t take the risk. Being with her now, like this, is already too much. No way am I going to get balls-deep in Coach’s daughter while he’s here, less than a few hundred feet away on the other side of the house.

No fucking way.

“Glad I could deliver.” I smooth my hand over her hair, drop a kiss to the top of her head. I hold back on telling her everything I’m thinking. It’s too soon and I don’t want to get ahead of myself.

Her breathing evens out, feather-soft exhales a whisper on my skin. I hold her close, so close the beat of her heart vibrates against my chest, the cicadas humming outside. Finally, she’s asleep and I tiptoe back down the hall to take care of business.

I need to find somewhere else to live before my balls explode.