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fresh popcorn, her homemade butter melting, and something pumpkin floating in the air.

Cameron stepped over the threshold and fully took in the living room and kitchen. orange and white string lights hung from the curtain rods. a plastic skeleton dressed in one of Angel’s two piece sets and sneakers sat in her corner armchair. the tv screen glowed bright in the otherwise dark living room, paused and ready to hit play on ‘His House’.

“summerween,” he said, allowing it to sit in the air for a moment. “you really went for it doll.”

“you know I can’t do anything half-assed.” Angel said with a light laugh.

her mani & pedi had gone dark — a shiny black polish on her fingers and toes with charms falling off.

“July is miserable! I refuse to allow October to be the only time I can be spooky.”

she was right about July, the heat seemed worse this year. Angel made sure to keep her AC set to a cool 68, Cameron never more grateful than in this moment.

he watched the way she’d pranced around the kitchen, wearing a Halloween themed pajama set. he was sure the shorts were one size too small, Angel’s cheeks falling from the bottom no matter what move she made.

he caught himself staring while her back was turned.

“stop…” the voice inside him whispered. he obliged, much against his will.

“it’s better this way,” he’d thought to himself, not wanting to go into that part of his minds eye in Angel’s presence.

“beer or something stronger?” Angel questioned from the kitchen while Cameron made himself comfortable.

“bring me a beer and a shot please baby doll.”

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the film started, Cameron making a comment about how he’d thought summer was for slashers.

Cameron popped his feet onto one of the matching ottomans, Angel curled hers under herself — bumping into Cameron multiple times until she was able to get comfortable. the contact set his skin ablaze.

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they’d known each other for a while, about 4 years at this point, weathering a few storms together. mostly his, Angel was about as close to perfect as they come.

friends. just her friend.

that was it, that was the line that he had to respect.

Cameron had always been good at following rules to an extent. growing up in chaos made him appreciate structure, especially the kind she brought. she made him want to be better, to be more.

Angel was everything any man with sense would want — beautiful face, lewd body, and a mind that never stopped learning & growing.

he’d made peace with the idea that he wasn’t her type. too fair, too brooding, too much. at least that’s what he’d believed all these years. until tonight, tonight felt different.

Angel had poured them a round of shots & set a tray of pre-rolled blunts out for him, opting to stick to her edibles. somewhere between the first 20 - 30 minutes of the movie she’d laid her head in Cameron’s lap, much to his terror.

Cameron’s pulse hammered in his throat, he could hear the blood rush in his ears.

Cameron sparked up, anything to distract him from the fact that Angel’s lips were so close to his cock that was slowly growing harder. he prayed she was intoxicated enough to not feel it.

rising up, Angel asking him if he’s alright.

“fine,” Cameron managed to say in a cool tone as to not alert her. “movie, weed, drinks, and food. what else do i need?”

Angel watched him for a second before breaking into a smile and lying in his lap again.

the movie continued to play. Cameron couldn’t tell you what happened. he was too focused on watching her, synching his breath to hers in an attempt to further conceal his nerves.

at some point the credits rolled. Angel began asking Cameron his opinion on the film but he couldn’t respond instead opting to be brave and change the subject, the alcohol giving him that final push.

“can I tell you something?” his voice came out rougher than he’d intended, instantly cursing himself when he felt her flinch.

“anything.”

“I don’t think I should.”

“well now you have to.”

Angel had finally sat up straight to give him her full attention.

Cam’s chest tightened — the words were right there but caught behind his teeth. he took two more shots in quick succession before deciding to finally spit it out.

“promise you won’t hate me?” he said, not allowing her to catch his eyes.

“I could never hate you, Blue.” she purred towards him, using his nickname purposely to coax him into feeling comfortable.

“promise you won’t —” he stopped, running his hands down his face and sighing loudly, “promise you won’t look at me different?”

Angel shifted on the couch, pulling both legs to her chest. his eyes betrayed him and he looked down for a split second, focusing in on her fat pussy lips in her shorts. he could’ve exploded right then.

“Cameron, you’re scaring me, friend.” she said quietly, trying to laugh it off but feeling the tension rolling off of his body was hard to ignore.

“it’s not bad, at least not to me. it’s just stuff I’ve never said out loud before.”

“say it to me?” she asked softly holding eye contact with him.

“I think about you.” he’d said, eyes trying to escape her.

“I think about you too Cam.”

“I don’t think you’re thinking about me the way I’m thinking about you, Angel.”

the room was absolutely silent. the credits long since rolled on the film and for once she didn’t have background music going. the skeleton in the armchair taunted Cam, staring at him with empty eyes.

“oh!” she’d whispered quietly, the realization sitting in.

“yeah…”

the silence ticked on for what felt like eons. it was heavy, laced.

then, with curiosity in her eyes, Angel glanced up at Cameron and asked, “what do you think about?”

Cameron’s throat felt like it was closing. he couldn’t tell her the foul things he thought about doing to her while he was alone with his hand wrapped around his cock, his other holding his phone steady to stare at videos he’d secretly taken of her.

Angel reached out, wrapping her small hand around his right wrist — so big Angel’s fingers couldn’t even touch to close the circle.

“tell me,” she said softly, “I want to know.”

the sound of her soft voice did it, Cameron broke.

“your mouth,” he said staring into her eyes.

Angel’s fingers tightened on his wrist.

“I think about your mouth all the time — the way you bite your lips when you get upset to keep you from saying something hurtful, the way you have a million different versions of that smile. I think about…” he stopped, breathing hard through his nose. “I think about what it would be like to feel it.”

“to feel it?” Angel asked again, voice syrupy and low.

“on me, around me.” the words tumbling out of his mouth before he lost his gumption. “I think about training you, teaching you. I want to see how much you can take before—” he broke off, horrified that he’d allowed himself to spiral this way in front of her.

“Jesus, forget I said anything doll. I’m sorry.” he said, eyes searching for his keys so he could disappear.

he started to pull away but Angel’s grip on him was firm. she wanted him there. that much was clear.

“keep going, Blue.”

“huh?”

“keep going.” her eyes were wide, pupils blown out at his admission. “what does training mean?”

Cam’s heart pounded so hard, he wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the stress of the moment.

“Angel…”

“you started this. finish it for me, please?”

the soft plea coming from her hit him directly in the heart.

“I want to teach you to take me deep,” he said while finally steadying his eyes on to hers. “all the way. I want to feel the tip of my cock hitting the back of your throat. I want to hold you there and watch you struggle to breathe and then I want you to look up at me with those pretty ass eyes while I tell you how good you’re doing. my good girl.”

the words landed.

Angel’s breath caught before she darted her tongue out to wet her pillowy lips.

“how long have you been thinking about this Cam?”

“few years.”

“you hid it well.”

“I had to.”

“why?”

“be serious Angel. you’re you, and I didn’t think—”

“you didn’t think I’d want it too?”

the question sat between them, heavy and undeniable.

Cameron’s voice dropped, “well, do you?”

Angel didn’t answer with words, she leaned forward putting softly pressing her lips to his and shoving her breasts against him.

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the kiss was all Cam needed.

what started soft turned needy fast. his hand came up to push her back down onto the couch, leaving him hovering above her.

after admiring her momentarily Cam kisses her again. soft and sloppy, pushing their chests together hard so he could feel her nipples begin to pebble under him.

“I want to try,” Angel moaned into his mouth. “please let me try?”

her words hit him in waves. Cameron pulled back just enough to see her eyes, searching for any hesitation.

“are you sure dolly? you don’t have to. I don’t want you to feel pressured because I got too high to keep this shit to myself.”

“I’m sure.”

“for real? I promise we can stop and I won’t be mad. I’m serious, Angel.”

Angel answered him with soft kisses down the side of his face, on his forehead, his nose, and finally landing at his lips.

“I’m not going to want to stop, thanks for the out though. I know you’re gonna take care of me.”

Cameron groaned while he looked down at her, dick hard as a rock with hearts in his eyes.

“let me take care of you baby.”

he stood, snatching up her small frame with ease.

the walk to her bedroom was short but fiery. Angel’s lips nipping at his collar bones while she softly scraped her nails underneath his shirt.

he softly sat her down on the edge of the bed, taking in her room — all the lights were off and she had lit candles everywhere.

“anticipating?” he teased.

“boy shut up. you know I love my candles.” she replied with a silly smile on her face.

“tell me what to do Cam.” she said softly, staring up at him with eyes full of trust.

he stood over her for a moment, staring, just taking it all in. he’d dreamed of this moment many times, never believing it would actually come to fruition and now he was terrified of doing it wrong or turning her off.

sensing his apprehension, Angel reached up to grab his hands, lacing their fingers together.

“Cam, you’re not gonna break me.”

that did it.

“get on your knees pretty girl.” he said roughly, staring at her hard.

Angel scrambled to get on the floor

in front of him, feeling how wet she was becoming.

“good girl,” he purred, “that’s my good girl.”

Angel’s eyes fluttered and her thighs clenched, just for a second. it happened so fast Cameron would’ve missed it if he wasn’t so zeroed in on her.

“you like that?”

“yes.” she replied shyly, putting her head down.

placing two fingers under her chin & forcing her to look up, he whispered, “then I’ll keep saying it baby.”

Cameron let himself smile, to really soak it all in.

he undid his belt. the sound filling the room. Angel’s eyes tracked his movements with the intensity of a bloodhound, making his fingers move clumsily.

finally, the belt is on the floor. his pants are unbuttoned and unzipped in a flash.

“before we start there’s a few rules I need you to know dollface.” he said crouching down to get eye level with her.

she nodded, letting him know she was listening.

“first, if it’s too much tap my leg twice and I’ll stop immediately, no questions asked. do you understand, Angel?”

“yes.”

“second, I’m in control, that doesn’t mean you’re powerless here though. you set the pace to start, I’ll guide you deeper when I know you’re ready.”

“okay.”

“and lastly,” he paused to make sure their eyes were locked on each others, “i want you to look at me as much as possible. even when you want to look away, lean in and focus on me. can you do that for me baby?”

“I can do it.” Angel said in a breathless voice, never breaking the invisible string their eyes shared.

“good girl.” he replied back softly, leaning in to sloppily kiss her, reaching down to rub her ass.

he stood up, tall and strong, all man & pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down in one swift motion.

“no disrespect Angel,” he said rubbing her jaws while she stared at his heavy, leaking cock, “how many times have you done this?”

“I’m not sure I follow Cam…”

“how many dicks have you sucked?” it came out sharper than he intended, Angel flinching slightly at the words he chose.

“I’ve only ever had 2. I’ve never really been good at it.” Angel explained, attempting to look away, unable to as Cam forced them to keep eye contact.

“don’t be embarrassed baby. I don’t judge but I love how much you don’t get around. you’re selective. I’m a very lucky man right now.”

the sweet but salty conversation they were having was too much for Angel. she couldn’t focus, not with his dick leaking just inches from her lips and her pussy ruining her panties. she needed it, now.

before Cam could speak again she let her tongue slip over his tip while staring up at him.

Cameron would’ve fallen had he not been worried about crushing her, the sensation made his head swim. the weed & the drinks had completely settled into his bloodstream. all control would be lost shortly.

Angel decided on sucking and licking his tip for a moment, focusing in while resting her hands on his meaty thighs.

“Cam, you got me?” she asked in a small voice peering up at him from her spot on the floor.

“always my Angel.”

that was all she needed. Angel opened her mouth and took him as deep as she could that first time. the temperature in the room felt like it had raised significantly or maybe that was just the heat of Cameron in her mouth.

Cam’s hands tightened in her coils, a reflex. he forced himself to ease up immediately, not wanting to throw her off. Angel made a sound around him, something between a moan and a whimper, the vibration traveling straight to his dick leaving him whimpering himself.

“that’s good baby, keep doing that.”

she took a bit more, maybe an inch, possibly two. her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft and Cameron watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked him gently at first — still learning.

he let her find her rhythm on her own. she pulled back, licked his slit, and took him in at a deeper angle. her hands helping to steady him when he moaned and shifted forward a bit too fast.

“you’re doing so well my baby. take your time.”

Angel’s doe eyes found his again, she was already crying a little, lashes wet and beginning to stick together. the sight made Cameron’s dick twitch in her mouth.

she pulled off with a light gasp, “I want to take more Cam.”

“you sure baby? no pressure.”

“yes. tell me what to do, please?” she asked in a sickly sweet voice that had him wanting to ram his entire dick down her throat right then and there.

“it’s about your breathing love. breathe through your nose and relax your throat. it’s gonna feel odd at first until you do it a couple times.”

Angel took a breath and reminded herself of his advice, repositioning herself to spread her knees further apart.

this time when she took him in she pushed past the limit of comfort.

Cam felt the resistance, the tight right of muscles at the back of her throat and then he felt it yield.

“fuck Angel.” he breathed out, bucking his hips fast twice before hearing her gag and realizing what he did.

she pulled off of him quickly to catch her breath.

“I’m sorry doll. I didn’t mean it, I slipped to deep. forgive me?” Cam asked while rubbing her lips and cheeks, legitimately sorry.

“it’s okay. does that mean I was doing good?” Angel asked while rubbing his dick and staring up at him.

“yes baby, you’re doing so good. do you want to keep going or to stop?”

“I want to keep tasting you.”

before he could respond she began stuffing him back in her mouth. she took him deeper this round. stayed in place longer. when her throat constricted, she held herself there breathing through her nose, allowing the sensation to fully wash over her. Cam watched her work through her discomfort, watched her fight her own reflexes. the sight was almost more than he could handle.

“that’s it,” he said in a broken voice. “atta girl.”

Angel moaned around him, the sound hitting is entire body.

she pulled back, gasping. a string of saliva connected her bottom lip to the head of his cock. she didn’t try to wipe it away or to hide. instead, she peered up towards him with wet lashes and a wicked smile.

“was I good?”

“you were perfect.”

“can you cum in my mouth?” she asked, half-joking.

that was it, Cam had no more restraint in his body. he took his shaft in one hand, her head in the other and fed her his dick, pushing as deep as possible until he felt that restraint.

“breathe through it.”

she did. he continued pushing.

her throat opened for him. reluctantly at first, then suddenly all at once. Cameron watched inch after inch disappear between her soft lips. the feeling was indescribable. the flutter of her muscles adjusting to the intrusion.

“you’re such a fucking good girl Angel,” he spat out roughly, “look at you eating this dick up for me.”

Angel cried freely now, still unwilling to tap out. she held his gaze through it all, the intensity of the moment weakening him.

he pulled back, let her breathe for a moment, before pushing back into the space he’d just carved out. he fit smoother this time, Angel’s throat quickly molding to the shape of him.

“look at you baby. look at what you can do. look at what you’re doing to me.”

she was a mess — hair tousled from Cam’s hands, spit dripping from her chin to the floor, eyes slightly red from the weed and the tears. she’d never looked as beautiful as she did in this moment for Cam.

he began to move again. slow thrusts this time, careful. Angel’s hands rubbed and gripped his thighs, her nails digging in then rubbing over the spots. the sounds she made were wet and desperate, he could hear her whimpering through it all.

sensing her confidence Cameron sped up. he began fucking her throat with deep, steady thrusts and Angel took every inch of him with a willingness that undid him completely. her hands rested on the back of his thighs now, pushing her deeper into her throat.

“I’m finna cum Angel, I’m finna cum for my Angel.” Cameron moaned out repeatedly until he pushed in hard one final time and began his release. thick ropes of his cum painted her throat. Angel swallowed around him multiple times, unaware she was milking him through his nut. she didn’t pull off of him until she’d swallowed it all & cleaned his cock up. finishing with a kiss to his tip.

smiling up at him she began to speak but was unable to get her words out. Cameron had fallen to his knees in front of her and began kissing her, deep and sloppy, tasting himself in her mouth.

“you’re amazing my baby. my perfect Angel.” he praised her over and over.

Angel looked at him, really looked at him before kissing him softly a few times.

“can I ask you something?”

she looked nervous, sheepish even.

“anything doll, whatever you want.” he responded in a reassuring tone while he rubbed her hair and continued trying to come back down.

“was that a one time thing?”

Cameron’s whole body tensed.

“do you want it to be?”

Angel pulled back just enough for them to make direct eye contact.

“I want to know what you want.”

“I want my Angel.” he said confidently, feeling her body ease.