Page 35 of Reckless Youth
A minute later, I felt Cam’s tongue at my body’s entrance.
“Ohhh…” I cried out, the sensation so overwhelming I couldn’t bear it.
Cam worked me over with his tongue, teasing, flicking and sucking my clit in an effort to get me prepared for what was to come next. My gaze landed on his latex-covered cock and I shuddered, knowing it would soon be buried deep inside me. His tongue probed my entrance and I nearly sobbed for him to stop.
But Cam stopped on his own accord, his chest rising and moving over mine, as his mouth claiming me in a wet, dominating kiss, stealing my breath and my thoughts and my fears. I tasted myself on his tongue and I was overcome with lust and desire.
“I’m so close, London. I need to be inside you now. Should I stop?”
My response was to wrap my fingers around his cock and guide him to my entrance.
I was faintly aware of Sage’s deep inhale of breath and the sound of his fist tugging at his own flesh next to us. The sound of Cam’s curse as he panted with labor above me. And the noise in my ears that sounded like waves crashing against a rock as Cam entered me with a push.
Slow.
Slow.
Slow.
I pinched my eyes shut from the sharp pain as he hit my inner barrier. Cam’s movements halted, his biceps straining and shaking above me.
“I’m sorry it hurts. It’ll go away soon.” His concern was sweet but unnecessary.
My hands landed on the rounds of his ass and I gripped him tightly, my nails digging into the flesh as I pulled him into me.
And with one final push inside me, Cam lost the last vestiges of his control.
And I lost my virginity.
Chapter 18
I woke at some point during the middle of the night, finding myself sandwiched between Sage and Cam. Sage had his front to my back and my head was in the crook of Cam’s neck. Both of their arms were slung around me, heavy and warm.
I was in a cocoon of love, content, just a little sore in all the right places and so very happy.
Not wanting to wake them, but having to go relieve myself like the dickens, I scooted out to find some clothing. Cam rolled over on his back, snoring loudly. Sage stirred and woke up, blinking to adjust to the dark.
“Hey, everything okay?”
I pulled on a T-shirt that was near my feet and shushed him with a finger to my lips.
“Yeah, just have to go the bathroom.”
He sat up, searching in the dark for his shorts when I laid a hand on his knee.
“I’m fine, Sage. Go back to sleep.”
He ignored me and stood up, opening up the tent flap as we slipped our feet into the flip-flops just inside the tent.
“Grab the light,” he said, nudging his chin to the place where the camping light sat.
I took hold of the handle and followed him outside. The night had cooled off, the mugginess dissipating sometime earlier with the light breeze off the lake tickling my skin with its cool touch.
Sage grabbed my hand and we walked toward the tree line in silence. As we reached the small trench Cam had dug out earlier, he dropped my hand.
“I’ll be right over there taking a leak. Holler if you need anything.”
I squatted and took care of business, listening to the first sounds of daybreak simmering and percolating quietly around us. Being raised on a ranch, I was more than a little familiar with nature and the outdoors. It made me wonder how I would fare in the city when I went off to college. The noise, the crowds, the lack of privacy and quiet. It would be different, for sure, but I was excited about the new opportunities it would present. Even if it meant having to be brave and leaving behind the world I knew and the two boys I loved.
