My fingers tangle in the longer strands of his hair at the top of his head, trying to guide him to my throbbing clit. “Anyone could see us here.” I don’t sound convincing in the slightest, but at least I tried—barely.
He finally gets closer, but his lips hover on my inner thigh instead of the apex of my thighs where I need him. He bites down, no doubt leaving another mark on my body.
Why do I like it? Maybe it’s because he soothes the pain by licking the skin. I didn’t know a tongue could feel so sensual, but the swipe of it along the stinging skin has me aching for more.
“We can move,” he says against my skin, slowly moving to where I want him. “But something tells me you like the idea of someone walking by and seeing us.” I’d comment on how he needs to stop dragging this out, but I’m too addicted to the anticipation of it. My entire body trembles, eager for what’s to come.
His fingers brush through my wetness, and oh my god, something’s never felt so good than to feel his calloused finger tracing my clit. At least until he uses another finger to spread me open, air hitting my most sensitive spot. It’d be cold if his hot breath wasn’t caressing me, warming me up.
I want to protest when I stop feeling the bite of his fingertips on my thigh, but the feeling doesn’t last long. His other hand joins in, one keeping me spread open while the heel of his other hand presses against my clit. He slides it up, one finger sliding into me.
I moan, the sound echoing around us. My eyes flutter open and shut, the sensations too much. I focus on staying on my feet—that and the way he achingly slowly pushes his finger deeper and deeper. The heel of his hand presses harder with each push of his finger. I’m feeling him everywhere at once. My skin tingles as my hips buck to meet his rhythm.
His finger slides all the way out of me, leaving me wanting more of him instantly.
“I bet you love the idea of someone seeing you like this,” he growls. “Everyone in this small town idolizes you. If only they knew their sweet Pippa was such a dirty slut.”
“Camden,” I moan when this time he slides two fingers inside me. Why do I feel so full with only two of his long, thick fingers?
“I like the idea of someone watching this, too,” he mutters, hooking his fingers. He instantly finds the spot that drives me wild, making my toes curl inside my shoes with pleasure. “My cock is so fucking hard at the thought of someone else witnessing how good I’ll make you come. To have you screaming my name like the dirty girl you are. They’ll know that you’re wrecked for me and that I’m the one who knows how to make you see stars.”
“You’re down to one minute,” I manage to get out, my voice trembling. I have no idea how long it’s been. But my body feels like it’s engulfed in flames, and I’m trying to get a hold of the situation somehow. Reminding him of his cockiness that he’ll make me come when no one else has is my way of trying to take control.
He laughs, his hot breath spreading all over me. “That’s fine. A minute is all I really needed.”
Before I can boss him around and tell him he better make good on his promises, he seals his mouth to my pussy, and there’s not a doubt in my mind that he’ll make me come quickly and powerfully.
Maybe it’s the confident way in which his tongue enters me. There’s nothing timid about him. Just like the way our kiss began, his tongue is angry and determined, moving against me in confident laps.
I have an out-of-body experience. I don’t even realize it’s me that’s making the loud moans and mewls until seconds after they escape from my mouth. His finger pushes in and out of me as he pulls my clit into his mouth. His tongue vibrates against me from his own moans, and I think that might be what has me nearing an orgasm more than anything else.
There’s something about knowing that he’s so turned on by licking my pussy. I’ve been with men who made it seem like a chore to go down on me. Camden isn’t acting like that at all. He seems to be enjoying every second of it, and I can’t fight the building sensation deep in my core.
My entire body freezes when the rubber band snaps. I claw at his hair, yanking at chunks of it as the orgasm takes over my entire body. I might fall—or I thought I was going to, but he keeps me steady.
“Camden,” I moan, needing him to stop the angry thrusts of his tongue. He doesn’t stop, milking the orgasm for everything it is.
My thighs shake as I ride out the rest of the orgasm.
It’s the best I’ve ever had, but there’s no way I can ever tell him that.