Page 33 of Reckless Youth
“Take off your shirts, both of you.”
My tummy fluttered, warmed by the traces of liquor swimming in my blood and the thrilling way Sage became this bold and dominant man in these situations. We were wading into uncharted territories, both exciting and wickedly naughty, and I could barely breathe from the thrill that gripped my throat.
I pulled off my tank and threw it to the ground, my eyes turning up to land on Cam, who did the same. When he caught me staring at his bronzed and bare chest, my lower lip between my teeth, he snickered.
“It’s not like you haven’t seen this before.”
Unbidden, my feet took two steps toward him, ready to reach out for what I wanted, but then I thought better of it, quickly glancing at Sage, looking to gain his approval.
His chin tipped in Cam’s direction, as he removed his T-shirt, as well.
“Go ahead, London. I want to watch you touch him.”
The idea that Sage may want Cam in the same manner I did, fanned the flames that had been flickering and burning low in my belly for months into a full-on blaze. I stood in awe, my fingertips grazed over the vast expanse of Cam’s broad mountainous chest. He was my warrior and a strong competitor with a body made for protecting others.
Close enough now where I could feel his breath on me, I leaned in and placed a kiss on his solid pectoral muscles, being bold and brave to lick the dusty-colored flat disk of his nipple with a stroke of my tongue.
“Fuckkkkkk,” Cam sighed, his body tensing under my touch. “I like that.”
My eyes darted sideways to Sage to gauge his expression. He watched us from a few feet away, his brown orbs darkening with heat and lust. A hungry desperation.
Cam lifted his hands in an attempt to touch me but was stopped by Sage’s sharp command.
“No. Not yet. Let her do what she wants.”
Tilting my head up to meet his eyes again, I smiled, lifting my eyebrows. My question was for Sage, although my attention was all on Cam.
“I can do whatever I want?” It was a tease. A way to be seductive, even though I really didn’t know how.
Sage’s response was just as torturous for him as it was for me and Cam. “Anything.”
Cam groaned as if a bear lived deep inside his chest when my knees met the ground in front of him, my hands gripping his waist.
I only peeked up for a moment to ensure he was okay with what I was about to do. Cam had won the coin toss, which meant he would be the first to have me. To be inside me. To take my innocence that I freely gave and make me a woman.
But Sage called the shots. Guided us on how he wanted this to go and what he wanted us to do. Giving all of us a sense of both pleasure and torment through his directions. It made this experience so much less nerve-wracking and awkward.
My fingers trembled as I worked to unbuckle, unsnap and unzip Cam’s shorts, pulling them down past his knees.
I’d felt him in my hand and watched him pleasure himself before this, but I’d never had him in my mouth. Never used my tongue on him to drive him over the edge. I had the intense need to make him go crazy with lust. To make this a memory that he’d never forget as long as he lived. Something for him to take with him when he left for boot camp.
Cam’s erection jutted between us, standing bold and straight at attention, its mushroom tip shiny and stretched to a purpling color, straining with need.
As if it killed him to leave me on my own device and not be part of the action, Sage piped in again.
“Lick him. Use your tongue on him, starting at the base and up to his head.”
A smirk formed on my face as I muttered, “Yes,sir.”
Using the flat of my tongue, I ran up the length of Cam’s erection along the bulging vein that pulsed under the skin. When I reached the head, I swirled it around the crown, enjoying the texture and salty taste, and the weight of his hands that he laid on top of my head. They shook with need.
I placed one hand on the back of his thighs, the light dusting of hair tickling my fingertips. With my balance secure, I brought his cock to my mouth and opened wide, sucking him in, getting my first taste of him, the wetness of my saliva coating his dick.
I reveled in the masculine essence of his body, my hand running down the length of his powerful thigh.
“That’s it, just like that,” Sage encouraged, remaining in the corner of the tent, observing from afar. It was reminiscent of New Years’ Eve when the reverse was true and Cam stood and watched. It intensified everything.
Swallowing around the head, I was encouraged to go deeper as his warm hand threaded through my braided hair, silently asking and begging, ‘can you handle more?’
