Page 51 of Curious
I want him to be mine.
I hold his ass and spread him a little bit, then pull him down my throat. I let him thicken even more in my mouth, and soon enough, he’s thrusting for real.
“Fuck, Shelby. I’m going to come.”
I look up at him, locking my eyes on his and hoping I communicate it’s perfectly okay.
“Wait,” he says. “I want to see you come, too.”
I pull off and tear my pants open, fisting my own leaking cock. His hungry eyes rake over me.
My spit drips off of him, and it’s obscene, and I love it. I jerk myself and go back to sucking on him, and I’m coming fast, even faster than he is. I let Cam use my face, and he unloads.
I love the burst of seed sliding down my throat. I love how it tastes. I love that I made him come. I love that it was so hot. I love …
Yeah. Not finishing that sentence.
* * *
After dinner, Cam is frowning at his phone as I flip through the television offerings, searching for something to watch.
I kiss his cheek. “What’s that face for?”
He sighs. “Leah.”
“Well, that’s a way to ruin the mood.”
Cam gives me an apologetic smile. “She’s hounding me about going to her wedding. I should block her or change my number. Not sure why I haven’t.”
“Inviting you seems kind of, I don’t know, narcissistic. It’s not as if you had an amicable breakup, after all.”
“I know.” He shakes his head. “I don’t want to go, but she’s right that our situation feels incomplete. I mean, I haven’t seen or talked with her since she said no at the altar.”
My back stiffens. “She’s not going to ask you to get back together again, is she?”
He snorts. “No. She’s marrying her high school sweetheart. Not sure I ever had a real chance against him.”
“Then why don’t you talk with her? Maybe you need closure, too.” I shrug. “Go to the wedding if you need to go.” I sound braver than I am, but it’s the right thing to do—letting him get the emotional catharsis he needs. “I mean, if you can bring a plus-one, I’ll come with you.”
He chuckles, though it sounds a bit strained. “That would definitely convince her family she made the right choice walking out on me.”
“Maybe. But who cares what they think.”
Camden scrubs his face with his hands. “I’ll talk with her. I guess I might like to know what happened.”
It doesn’t surprise me that he’s all over the place. I’d be that way, too. While I don’t want to push him to go, if he needs to, then he—or we, if he’s okay with that—should go. Plain and simple. “There are healthier ways of getting over a relationship than going to her wedding.”
“True.” He sighs. “I’ll see what I think after I talk to her. Because right now it’s just perverse curiosity.”
Better make light of this before I get down in the dumps. “If we go, we can talk aboutStar WarsOSHA violations the whole time.”
“Are you ever going to let me live that down?”
“Nope.”
His fingers are poised over the phone to text back. “You sure? About me talking with her, I mean.”
“Yep. And about going to her actual wedding, if it comes to that.”
