Page 40 of Delirium

Camp.Funny how your mind tends to forget the most important things. I locked eyes with him, waiting for him to say stop, or push me away altogether.

Neither happened. His eyes held a mix of jealousy and understanding, of seeing the beauty of witnessing the object of your affections finding pleasure in another at the same time.

I said it myself earlier today. I only wanted her to be happy. And maybe this was how everyone won.

Scarlett pulled away from me gently, stroking a hand across Camp’s chin, her lips a whisper away. “I want to try something.”

He gave her a slight nod, and she kissed him, deeply. As close as I was, I could see their lips moving in sync, a dance.

She moved away with a gasp, then twisted toward me. Still in Camp’s arms, she rested her cool hand on my chest. “Is this okay?”

“Darling, I’m about to pass out right about now. Yes, it’s okay. More than.” The words spilled from my lips, my tongue moving faster than my short-circuiting brain.

Scarlett smiled and leaned over to kiss me.

Her lips on mine were soft, smoother than silk, softer than butter. I couldn’t stop the groan from escaping, or my arms from wrapping around her body.

Camp and I were touching now, our skin pressed against each other with Scarlett acting as a bridge between us.

Scarlett was kissing me, a goddamn dream come true. Camp pulled her face away from me, meeting my eyes with an acknowledgement. He was okay sharing, but he needed his time, too.

I watched, wild and giddy. I still held her in my arms, her body rocking against mine, looking for some kind of friction or release, but her hands rested on Camp’s face, sweetly sighing into his mouth as she kissed him.

“Fuck,” I cursed. I was uncomfortably hard, my erection pressing painfully against the seam of my boxers.

Camp met my eyes over Scarlett’s shoulder, pulling away from her as she protested softly. “Follow me,” he said.

He led us to the edge of the lake, where the water was barely calf deep, and smooth rocks formed a seamless boundary between water and earth. I followed his train of thought immediately, laying Scarlett back on the smooth surface. She was absolutely radiant, sunshine in human form, and I wanted to just bask in her, reclining on the rock in only her thin bra and panties, the throbbing in my cock an urgent reminder.

Camp sank to his knees, spreading Scarlett’s legs as he kissed his way up the inside of her thighs. “Tell us if it’s too much.”

Scarlett mumbled something incoherent back, and I realized Camp was actually full on smiling as he kissed a little bit higher.

God. I wanted to be the one there, touching her skin. I wanted my lips on her smooth flesh. I wanted to consume her moans, the sighs, I wanted everything she was willing to give me for the rest of eternity.

As if he heard the insistent thoughts in my head, Camp shuffled back, motioning me forward. “Come here. I don’t have all day.”

With Camp out of the way, I fell to my knees in front of Scarlett, the only appropriate place for me to be. He reappeared next to me, trailing his fingers up Scarlett’s leg as she trembled.

“Watch,” he murmured. “She likes this.”

And I did. I watched, captivated, as Camp’s fingers drifted up and over Scarlett’s clit, swirling a light circle through her panties, blood rushing to my head when I realized the direct line his fingers had to her moans and cries.

“Make her come.” Camp’s fingers left her. He moved up to her head, kissing her deeply once again.

I didn’t have to be told twice. I moved in closer, peeling her soaking underwear down her legs until she was completely exposed to me, an honor I didn’t lose sight of. She trusted me, and I wasn’t about to let her down.

My fingers found her clit, softly, tentatively, but with the first low moan that tore from her mouth my nerves evaporated. My fingers moved for her pleasure and her pleasure alone, swirling, teasing. Each arch of her back and quiet cry for “more” told me I was on the right path.

Camp kissed her while I focused between her legs, lost to my task at hand. At some point I looked up and realized he lost both his boxers and her bra. Her hand was wrapped around his cock, swiping up and down, and I couldn’t even find it in myself to be jealous in my current position.

Scarlett’s moans were honey-sweet, and I wanted more of them. Her thighs were beginning to clench, so I pushed them apart again, sliding my finger down through her desire to her soaked core.

I had done that. We had done that.Fuck. I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh as I slipped a finger inside her wet pussy. The reaction was instant, and Camp swallowed every sound she made with a glance in my direction.

Fucking her with my finger, I knew she was close by the way she tensed beneath me, and I loved knowing it was me that got her there. I leaned over, gripping her hips with my other hand and pressing my mouth to her clit, kissing lightly.

“You’re fucking delicious, darling.”

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