The Boyfriend (The Camgirl Part 3)

Part LXVII: All That Hard Work

Liam

It took far more effort than Liam had realized to not rundown the hall to Blake's apartment once he got to her floor. Even though Blake had texted him that the coast was clear, and Marie had left and wouldn't be back for two days—longer than they realized they would have some time to themselves—Liam was still in a little nervous that she would just pop out behind him before he got to Blake's room.

Still, avoiding his acts and the questions that being here would prompt was only a small part of why he wanted to race into Blake's room.

He would finally get to see his girlfriend again. He'd seen her over video calls and spoken to her often enough, but none of that compared to being with her. To be able to touch her and smell her and see the way that her eyes sparkled as she spoke. It had been hard enough to convince himself that before he saw Blake, he needed to very thoroughly shower and make sure he looked and smelled good for her. He assumed that she would want to have sex in the shower, or at least just shower with him at some point, but he knew that probably wasn't the first thing she would want to do. And no one felt clean after being on a plane for five hours.

He didn't even remember being this excited to see Marie when he'd come back from summer break. He knew that they hadn't been dating like he and Blake were, but she'd been his first anything, really. Being even more excited than he had then surprised him a bit, but he supposed that was a good thing. He should feel this eager to see Blake again. Especially since he'd felt good enough about things to ask his parents if he would be able to invite her over for spring break or on vacation with them over the summer.

That they'd said yes made him even more excited. They'd qualified that by saying that if things didn't work out, he could invite a friend, but they'd seemed genuinely excited to meet her, and Liam was excited for Blake to meet his family.

He knew better than to spring this all on her immediately, especially given what she dealt with over break, but when the time was right—and he made sure that she didn't already have anything going on over spring break—he would ask what she thought about the idea.

At the moment, though, Liam just couldn't wait to hold her in his arms again.

As he reached the door, he sent her a quick text before knocking, then smiled when he heard the faint, quick patter of her footsteps, followed by a giggle from the other side of the door.

The door opened, and Liam yelped as he was yanked through, the door slamming shut behind him.

Liam blinked, shaking his head to reorient himself, and barely heard the click of the lock before he was pushed roughly against the wall and a moment later, grunted as Blake jumped on to him, squeezing his hips with her thighs as she captured his lips with her own.

Liam reacted instinctively deepening the kiss as he grabbed Blake's ass, supporting her and moving his hips so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. He'd already been half hard just thinking about her on the way here, and as Blake press herself against him, nipping at his lower lip, he immediately became hardest steel.

Liam moaned into Blake's mouth as she ground herself against him, cackling even as she continued to kiss him. His head started to fog over, and thinking became hard as his body gave in to the sensation he'd waited over three weeks to feel again

Just as Liam thought he might forget how to breathe, Blake broke the kiss, pulling back. She kept her legs wrapped tight around his waist though, in her arms resting on his shoulders.

Liam met her gaze, and his cock twitched against the heat between her legs making them both breathe a little bit harder.

"Three fucking weeks," Blake gasped, gazing at him with an inferno raging behind the deep blue of her eyes, "three fucking weeks. That's way too long for me to go without being able to touch you."