The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

I made sure he didn’t just hear me, that he felt me, too, in the way I held him, how hard and deeply I caressed him.

“You’d better slow down,” he warned.

But I didn’t want to.

I wanted to watch him lose himself.

“No,” I fought back. “Your orgasm is also mine.”

He bent his head, his eyes never leaving me when he dived into my neck. “Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Then, you’re getting this.” The second he finished speaking, the vibration turned on.

Even though it was slow, it came on strong.

Enough so that I screamed, “Camden!”

“Fuck yeah, I love that sound. Let me hear it again.”

I didn’t have to try. It was there, burning my throat to get out, and as my lips parted, I shouted, “Yes!” And when I drew in more air, I added, “Oh fuck!”

“I want you to come at the same time as me.” He lifted his face from my neck and pressed his lips against my cheek. “And I’m going to come right on your fucking ass.” Satisfaction was spreading across his face. “That’s it, Oaklyn. Don’t fucking stop.”

I was no longer aware of how I was even touching him, what I was doing. All I could focus on was the bullet, the flick of his thumb.

The tingles.

The build.

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And they were coming on with a ruthless intensity.

“Oh shit,” I moaned.

He held my face, aiming it toward the mirror, keeping his hand on my cheek as he began to thrust his dick through my grip. “I cannot fucking wait to be inside of you. To have this be your pussy. To make you scream this loud with my cock.”

“I want you.”

“Show me.” He increased the vibration, his hand moving quicker as well. “Show me how you’re going to come when I fuck you.” My eyes started to close, and he tightened his grasp. “The rules haven’t changed. You’re going to watch yourself shudder and scream.”

And I did.

Because it came on so instantly.

“Camden!”

A shout followed his name, one that came with a raging rush that blasted through my body. And in that moment, even though I was completely adrift in trembles, I became fully aware of what I needed to do for him, and I glided my hand up and down his length. He turned even harder, his momentum stopping for just a second, and that was when I knew.

When I heard the deepness of his moans.

When I felt the warmth on my butt, a stream followed by another.

“Oaklyn,” he groaned. “Fuuuck.”

I was done.

A shuddering disaster that couldn’t make sense of every feeling ravaging my body, but I held on to him-his dick, his neck-and I let the motions work through me, screaming, “Ahhh,” as I neared the highest point, quieting as I started the descent.

Camden was just as loud.

He jolted just as much as me.

And he gripped me with just as much power.

Until there was nothing but stillness and breathing.

He sighed into my neck, loosening his grip to kiss down my shoulder and up to my face. “You’re covered in me.”

“I can feel it.”

His sounds told me he liked that, that it was another way for him to claim me.

Own me.

Dominate me.

“I need to get you in the shower, and then we’re going to have some dessert.”

“Dessert?”

He smiled as he turned me toward him. “They’re not my sister’s brownies, but they’re pretty solid.” He hovered above my lips. “And, yes, I know those are your favorite. I saw your post from the other night.”

Camden

W

hen my eyes opened, Oaklyn was sleeping on my chest. Her arm was around my stomach. Pieces of her dark hair were tickling the bottom of my chin. Her body only moved to breathe, a slight lift as she inhaled, the heat from her exhale warming my flesh.

So, this was what it felt like to watch the morning rise on a woman’s skin.

To feel her wrapped around you all night.

To not maneuver your way out of bed a few seconds after you were done, never to return.

This was what more looked like.

Felt like.

A place of contentment so out of the norm, but a place I didn’t want to leave.

In fact, as the glow from the sunlight trickled in through the curtains-a reminder that we needed to get up-I only held her tighter.

Monday had come fast, considering we hadn’t left my condo since we’d returned here Friday evening after the sex toy store. Saturday morning, Oaklyn had made us breakfast, which eventually led to lunch. Then, dinner was delivered, and another night was spent in my bed.

With her in my arms.

Sunday had looked almost identical to Saturday.

And now, the two of us had to part, go to work, leave each other’s presence for the first time in days.

From this place we kept calling more.

A place that still didn’t involve sex because we’d decided to wait until Hannah knew the truth about our relationship.

And for the first time in my life, not being intimate was my choice, and leaving this bed was the last thing I wanted.

Since we still had a few minutes before we had to get up, I carefully slid my way out of her grip, replacing my body with a pillow so she had something to rest on, and I went into the kitchen to make us coffee. Once I’d learned how she took hers, I’d had creamer delivered over the weekend, and I added some to her cup before I returned to the bedroom.

She was just starting to stir as I climbed into bed, kissing her forehead, whispering, “Good morning.”

Her beautiful eyes opened, a smile instantly dragging across her lips. “Mmm. Morning.”

“Here.” I handed her the cup and leaned my back against the headboard, crossing my legs on top of the comforter.

“What time is it?”