Page 79 of The Boyfriend Gamble

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Admit it, you love that about me.”

His eyes flashed again. “You’re growing on me.”

Close to an admission that this was more than just a second blow job. “On the bed.” I pulled down the duvet.

He arranged pillows in the middle of the bed, behind his head, and laid down.

I cursed my tight jeans—

“You can take them off.” Cameron gestured with his chin. “Seems only fair.”

“Thank you.” I unbuttoned them, scooted out of them, and carefully put them on one of the chairs so my wallet and change didn’t fall out.

He burst out laughing. “Is that a candy cane on your dick?”

I grinned. “Wally was discussing festive ideas. I didn’t plan on buying these—I also bought reindeer ears for when I’m in public—but these underwear just…worked. You know?”

“Uh…” He cocked his head. “That’s one, uh, hard candy cane.”

I rubbed my cock through my boxer briefs that yes, sported a candy cane. The look only worked when I was hard, though. Otherwise it fell flat.

Literally.

“I want you to pull your cock out.”

His eyes widened. But he obeyed, pulling his pajama bottoms over his hips and then pulling out his cock and balls.

I licked my lips. For all my ex had turned out to be an asshole, we’d been adventurous in bed.

A bead of precum leaked.

I scrambled onto the bed so I could straddle Cameron’s thighs and lick the tip.

He groaned.

Our gazes met.

“You okay?”

He nodded.

“Cool.” I grasped the base of his shaft and slowly nibbled from that point all the way up to the crown. Then I swirled my tongue around the head.

Our gazes held.

His intense focus—that I’d witnessed many times on the court—was completely concentrated on me and, obviously, what I could do to him.

Do for him.

I tongued his slit and, before he could react, I sucked the crown into my mouth.

Another moan.

Using that as encouragement, I pulled him into my mouth—continuing to swirl and suck and give all I could give.

His hands moved to my hair, and he threaded his fingers through it.

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