: Chapter 19

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op on, I’ll piggyback you the rest of the way.”

“You don’t have to carry me,” Cammie assures me.

“I want to, though.” And I want to get back so I can make up for being a clueless fucking idiot. Of course, Cammie felt awkward and left out at that party. If I went to a LotR event I’m sure I’d feel like a total fish out of water. I want her to feel comfortable with my friends. And while I can’t rewind tonight, I can think of a few ways to remind her how good we are together, and that I can learn how to be the best fucking boyfriend in the damn world.

She climbs up onto my back and I hook my arms under her knees. She wraps hers around my shoulders and rests her cheek against my neck. I pick up the pace.

“Are you carrying me because I wasn’t walking fast enough?”

“No. I just want to get back to res.”

Her nose brushes the shell of my ear. “What happens when we get back to res?”

“Whatever you want to happen.” I turn my head and her lips brush my cheek.

I feel her smile. “Does that mean you want dessert?”

“Only if you think I deserve it.”

“I think my pussy deserves it,” she murmurs.

“Fuck, yes please.” I stumble over a curb, but don’t lose my footing.

Cammie laughs and holds tighter.

I don’t put her down until we’re in the elevator on the way up to the third floor. “I’m really sorry about the party.”

“I know.” The elevator doors slide open and we link fingers. Cammie unlocks the door to her room and holds it open for me.

She flicks on her light and we both stand there, staring at each other. I let her take the lead on this, just in case she’s not where I am right now.

“Did you finish reading my chapter last night?” she asks.

“I actually went back to the beginning and read everything but the newest chapter because Brody came home,” I admit. “It was so fucking hot. I really destroyed that cloth you gave me.”

She shrugs out of her jacket and jiggles her mouse so the computer screen comes to life. “Do you want to finish reading it now?”

“Please, yes. I would love that.”

She taps the computer chair.

I throw myself into it and pat my thighs. “You’ll sit with me again?”

A coy smile turns up the corner of her plush lips. “Sure.”

She settles her luscious ass in my lap and I roll us closer to her desk so she can pull up the chapter.

She glances over her shoulder. “Are you already hard?”

“Between you being sexy as fuck and your words being hot as fuck, I’m hard as fuck.”

She smiles and pulls up her story. “Do you want to start where you left off?”

“Maybe the beginning of the chapter, just so I get the full effect?” I wrap an arm around her waist and nuzzle through her hair so I can kiss her neck.

She scrolls to the beginning of the chapter I started last night and I scan the page, refamiliarizing myself with the characters and the story. I slide a hand under her shirt as Aragorn does the same.

Cammie makes a little noise in the back of her throat to match Arwen. I take her lobe between my teeth, biting gently. “Can I take your shirt off?”

“Didn’t you say you were bad at multitasking?”

“I can’t get better at it if I don’t try,” I bargain.

She raises her hands over her head and I remove her shirt. Her bra is black and lacy and so fucking sexy. I kiss along her bare shoulder.

Cammie raps her nails on the desk. “Keep reading.”

“Right. Yes.” I drag my eyes back to the screen and cup Cammie’s breast as Aragorn does the same to Arwen. Legolas is behind her, unclasping her bra and kissing her neck while Aragorn kisses a path down her stomach.

“You can take my bra off too, if you want,” Cammie offers.

She sits forward and I flick it open, and the black straps slide down her arms. I cup her perfect, perky, lush tits and brush my thumbs over her nipples. Cammie arches as they harden under my touch.

I keep reading as Aragorn and Legolas devote their attention to Arwen, kissing and touching as they undress each other.

“You should take your shirt off, too,” Cammie suggests breathlessly.

I whip it over my head and she sighs as her warm back meets my hard chest.

She moves one hand to the waistband of her pants. “I want you to touch me.”

“You want me to touch you where?” I ask, clarifying. My cock is so fucking hard, and Cammie keeps shifting around in my lap, rubbing her ass on my erection.

“My pussy, please,” she whispers.

She doesn’t have to ask twice. I pop the button on her jeans. “Can I take these off to make it easier?” Cammie naked in my lap? Yes, fucking please.

She grips the armrests and lifts enough that I can push her jeans and black lace panties over her hips and down her thighs. She kicks them off and settles back in my lap.

I run my hands down her thighs and push her knees apart. “Hook your feet around my calves,” I instruct.

Cammie adjusts her position so she’s spread for me and my palms glide back up the inside of her thighs, thumbs sweeping along the edge of her pussy. She whimpers and grips the armrests.

Aragorn and Legolas lay Arwen on the bed and shower her body with kisses. I skim her clit as Aragorn buries his face between her thighs. When he slides a finger into Arwen, I do the same to Cammie.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur in her ear, adding a second finger, pumping into her soft wetness. “I can’t wait to taste you again.”

Cammie tugs on my hand between her thighs. “Give me your fingers.”

I reluctantly do as she asks, then almost cream in my fucking pants when she drags my pussy-juice-soaked index finger along her bottom lip, shoves her hand into my hair, twists my head, and offers me her mouth.

I suck her bottom lip and slide my fingers back inside her. Cammie arches, ass pressing against my erection. I cup her cheek and explore her mouth with my tongue, while I finger-fuck her to the same rhythm. She moans into my mouth, shuddering her way through an orgasm.

When she melts into me, I bite the edge of her jaw. “Stop being so enticing for a hot second so I can finish this chapter.”

She laughs and rests her head against my shoulder, cheek against my neck.

“Oh fuck,” I mutter as I get to the part where Arwen sits on Aragorn’s face and she fists both their cocks. And then blows them. “This is hot as hell,” I groan, scrolling with shaky hands as Arwen gets tag-teamed and really, really seems to love it.

I’m panting by the time I’ve finished the chapter. I grip Cammie by the waist and carry her over to her bed. It’s a twin, and stupidly small compared to the hotel king, but I’m desperate for the taste of her on my tongue. I lay her out on the bed, drag her to the edge by her ankles, sink to my knees, and bury my face in her pussy. She pulls a pillow over her face to muffle her moans. I make her come again and I feel like a fucking god.

I stand and she sits up, legs bracketing mine as she fumbles with my belt. “You don’t have to,” I grind out.

She arches a brow. “Oh, but Chase, I want to.”

She frees my erection, her delicate, warm, soft fingers wrapping around my shaft. She gives it a slow stroke and nuzzles it, eyes closing as she rubs it on her cheek. It’s weeping already.

Her gaze lifts to mine as she drags her tongue through the slit and presses a soft kiss to the tip. “I want you to fuck my mouth again.” She brushes her lips back and forth over the head.

My cock kicks in her hand. “Like last time?”

She nods and wraps her lips around the head, applying suction.

“I want to try something, but you tell me if it doesn’t work for you, okay?”

Her eyes light up with excitement that makes my dick even harder. “Okay. How do you want me?”

That’s a loaded fucking question. I want her hard and fast, soft and slow, and every way in between. But one step at a time.

I tap the end of the mattress. “I want your head right here, Cammie.”

She lies down on the bed, gloriously naked, the top of her head at my thighs. I adjust her so her head is almost hanging off the bed. I cup her head in my hand, supporting her so she doesn’t have to strain her neck. One shin is braced against the edge of the bed, the other knee rests on the mattress beside her head. She takes me in her hand and guides me to her mouth. As soon as her lips cover the crown, she releases me.

Cammie tips her head back, opening wider, and I slide in a couple of inches. The view is fucking incredible even if the position requires more focus on my part. But I have a plan and excellent thigh strength. And Cammie is a fucking adventure in bed, so we can probably make this work.

“This okay?” I grind out.

She mumbles an affirmative with a mouth full of cock. I carefully support her head and guide her mouth with one hand while I brush a thumb over her nipple with the free one. Cammie moans and grabs her other breast, squeezing aggressively.

I have a plan though, and I’m hoping like fuck I can execute it, because if it works it’ll be hot as fuck. Cammie is small, I’m tall, so in theory it should be doable. I adjust my grip on the back of her head, making sure it’s secure before I slide my hand down her stomach and dip between her legs. I’m rewarded with another moan.

She grabs my leg as I slide a single finger inside her and tips her head back further, taking another inch of cock. I add another finger. She moans and digs her fingers into my leg. I pull my hips back until the head appears. “Is this okay?”

“Yes please, more,” she pants.

“You’re a fucking miracle, Cammie.” She’s a fucking vision. Cammie’s head balanced in my palm as I fuck her mouth, my fingers buried in her tight, sweet pussy. Her legs start to shake, and she moans her way through an orgasm. I remove my fingers, pull out of her mouth, and quickly reposition myself so I’m straddling her torso. Cammie slides down the bed and props herself on her elbows. I hold her head and slide back inside.

“I’m going to come soon,” I warn.

And just like last time, she grabs my ass and pulls me deep. Her wide eyes lock on mine, full of primal satisfaction.

The orgasm slams through me and I groan her name, long and loud…probably louder than I should. I carefully pull out and rearrange us on the bed so she’s lying on my chest. “Can I stay in your room tonight?”

Cammie kisses the edge of my jaw. “Yeah, you can sleep over.”

I’m pretty sure I’m already falling for her.