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I try to respect her dad's wishes and not take advantage, so I keep my hands off her until we go to bed. But I can't do anything about my hard-on once we get in there.

She usually stays up reading. I fall asleep pretty fast, waking only when she's done and she scoots down with me. We fall asleep with our arms around each other and her head on my chest. And we stay that way until we wake for school.

***

Fuck.

I'm having a wet dream, and I'm in Lucy's bed. I'm gonna come in my shorts. This is bad. This is really fucking bad.

Body: No man, it's happening. Just accept it.

Brain: You can wake up before it happens. It's fine.

Body: Goddamn, it feels good. It's so warm. Did you know it would be this warm?

Brain: I don't know. I just think things.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good," I mumble out loud. Shit.

I feel her giggle.

Body: What the hell do you mean 'feel' her giggle?

Brain: Dude, wake the fuck up!

"Huh?"

My eyes snap open. I look down at my dick... in her mouth!

"Holy fuck!"

I try to pull back but she holds my hips in place.

Brain: Dude, let it happen.

Body: Fuck yeah, dude. Please let it happen.

"Oh my God."

She pulls back, causing the cold air to hit my dick. "Does it feel okay?"

"Yeah babe. It feels so good."

She smiles, her mouth descending again. "So I should keep going?"

Body: Is she stupid? Of course she should keep going!

Brain: Wait. Did you even shower today?

Body: Who the fuck cares. Shut up, brain.

"Uh huh!" I lay my head back on the pillow, close my eyes. And I take it. "Oh my God," I moan again, feeling the pleasure of her mouth around me.

I do my best to hold back. Not wanting to come. Not wanting to thrust up and force it into her. "Oh my God."

She pulls back again.

I look down at her.

Her e-reader's next to my thigh and she's swiping across the screen.

"Are you seriously reading right now?"

"No." She shakes her head. "I'm researching."

I lean up, just enough to fling her e-reader off the bed. It flies across the room and bounces off the wall. "Fuck the research babe, you're doing amazing."

I grab the back of her head and push it back down.

She laughs, before taking me in her mouth again.

Body: Fuck yeahhhhhhhh!

"Tell me how you like it, baby," she says, my dick still touching her lips.

"Uh huh, just keep going."

Brain: That wasn't very nice, Cam.

Body: Shut the fuck up, brain.

"Cup my balls." What the fuck? What did I just say?

She sits up.

Body: Noooooo!

Her brows pinch. "What do you mean cup?"

I try to show her with my hands. "You know, like... hold them."

"Hold them?"

"Not hard... like don't grab them. Just cup them."

She shrugs. And then she cups them.

Body: Holy shit, dude!

Brain: I know, right?

"Please don't stop, Luce."

"Oh." She looks surprised. "You want me to do both at the same time?"

"Uh huh."

"Okay." She shrugs before getting back to work.

Body: Ho. Lee. Shit.

Brain: You don't deserve this, asshole.

Body: Seriously, shut the fuck up, brain.

"Give me your other hand," I tell her, leaning up so I can reach it. She gives me her hand. I take it and wrap it around the base of my cock, and show her how to move it.

She gets it right away.

"Fuck," I moan.

Body: Yeaaaahhhhh buddy!

My hips start moving on their own, matching her movements. "Babe," I warn.

Body: Not yet, man.

Brain: He can't help it.

"Babe, I'm gonna come."

She works faster, more determined.

Brain: She's not going to...

Body: Not yet! Not yet! Oh. Fuck...

I let out a grunt when I come. I pant, trying to level my breathing.

She takes it all.

Her head lifts. Then her hands cover her mouth.

"Are you okay?" I pant.

She raises a finger, asking me to wait, and then she runs to the bathroom.

I hear the tap running, and her spitting. Then she brushes her teeth. Spits. Brushes. Spits. This happens four more times.

I lean back on my pillow, my fingers linked behind my head.

Body: Fuck yeah! You're a boss!

Brain: You, Cameron Aladdin Gordon, are a goddamn stud.

My cheeks hurt from grinning so wide.

She walks out of the bathroom with a bottle of mouthwash in her hand. Her mouth moves as she sloshes and gargles it. She looks at me with eyes narrowed, but she doesn't speak. She just walks back into the bathroom and spits it out. When she's done, she comes back out and glares at me. She picks up her e-reader off the floor and starts swiping the screen.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"Shh," she snaps.

I lay back down and get comfortable, my hands still behind my head, marveling in the glory of receiving my first blow job.

"This is bullshit!" she clips. "Either this book is fucked up or the woman that wrote it is one crazy-ass bitch."

I chuckle.

She glares.

I stop.

She goes back to the e-reader, her eyes scanning the lines. "Here," she points to it. "It actually says; ‘Oh my God you stallion’," she reads. "I love your throbbing member in and around my mouth. I love the taste of your load. It's my favorite taste in the entire world. Come for me again." She looks up at me. "No, Cam. Just. Fucking. No."

She walks to the window, and before I can ask her what the hell she's doing, she's opening it and throwing the e-reader outside.

"It's bullshit, Cam. No one wants that shit in their mouth."

I all out laugh now. "What did you expect it to taste like?"

She shrugs, her face contorted in disgust. "I don't know. Not that. Like... maybe what you had for dinner."

"Hot dogs?"

She mock shivers and gets into bed.

"So no more blow jobs?"

She throws an arm and a leg over me. "I'm not saying never, I'm just saying not for a while."

Chuckling, I kiss the top of her head and bring her closer. "Thank you, baby."

She tilts her head back to look at me. "So it was okay?"

"It was amazing."

She smiles. "I did good?"

"You did better than good, Luce."

She grins from ear to ear and kisses my chest. "It's kind of hot. I actually enjoyed it. Until you know... the whole funky spunk in my mouth thing."

 

 

CHAPTER NINETEEN


-LUCY-

For the last two weeks he's spent every night at my cabin. Some nights we have dinner at his mom's house and I tell him that he should stay there. His mom jokes that he may as well move out. I'm not sure if Cameron knew that she was joking, because now he has a drawer in my dresser, half my closet space, and the bathroom is filled with shaving products and manly cologne. Not that I'm complaining. I love having him close all the time. What I don't love is the fact that he barely touches me.

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