“Not happening.”
I smile, taking a long drink of my beer. I’m not wasting the good beer. “It’s absolutely happening. But I’m really wet right now, and I need you to take care of it.”
He gives me a wolfish grin. Reaching out, he knocks his full beer against mine, a loud clinking sound filling the space between us. “Chug your beer, shortcake. We’re leaving.”
I do as I’m told, drinking every last drop as quickly as I can before letting him pull me from the bar. My heart races in anticipation as he leads me out the door. People try to stop and talk to me, but I don’t pay attention to any of them. Between my thighs is getting more and more wet as I dream of all the ways he’ll punish me for that little thing with Chase.
Maybe that’s why I let it happen. Maybe I wanted to make him jealous so I could see how he acted. I won’t admit that to him, but as my feet hurry to try and keep up with him, I know all of that was done on purpose.
He doesn’t say a word as he pulls me down the sidewalk. I must not be quick enough for him because eventually, he stops in his tracks. I’m opening my mouth to ask him why he’s stopping when I’m soaking wet and need him immediately when he sweeps me off my feet and clutches my body to his chest.
“Whoa!” I yell, wrapping my arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”
“You’re too slow, and since I don’t think you’ll let me eat your pussy on one of these side streets where anyone in your precious town can find you, I’m carrying you to your house.”
“Oh,” I whisper, clutching my thighs together because damn, that’s hot.
We had sex only hours ago, and I’m already ready for it to happen again. I’m eager to see what he has in store for me. Will he still be angry when we get to my house, which is a few blocks away? Will he take it out on me? Punish me a little before finally letting me come? Or will I see the soft side of Camden again? One where he slowly pushes in and out of me with his eyes locked on mine.
“Quit squirming,” he says through clenched teeth.
“Sorry,” I mumble.
“No you aren’t. You love knowing that I’m hard as a goddamn rock, imagining how soaked your panties must be right now.”
I groan. Why do I have to have morals? Surely no one would see us if we just slipped in between two buildings…
“Fuck it,” Camden comments, veering a hard right and taking us between a tourist shop full of T-shirts and trinkets and the local deli.
He leads us deep into the alley, roughly pushing me against the brick wall when he places me on my feet.
“What are you doing?” I ask, already knowing exactly what he’s got planned by the way he shoves the fabric of the dress I’d changed into up my thighs.
“Eating your pussy,” he states casually, as if the words aren’t naughty and dirty and anybody could be walking along the sidewalk a few feet away from us.
“My house isn’t too far from here.” I anxiously look toward the street. It’s illuminated by the streetlights, the occasional car passing by. So far, no one walks along it, but that doesn’t mean someone won’t.
“It’s too far. The cafe is too far. Everything is too far. I need you right now.”
I’m getting far too used to seeing this man drop to his knees for me. The gravel underneath him can’t be comfortable, but he doesn’t act like it’s uncomfortable. He’s too busy pulling my panties down, hungrily looking between my legs.
“What if someone catches us?”
“Then they catch us,” he answers, placing his palms inside my thighs to spread my legs.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I’d be horrified if someone were to see. But I need him more than anything. That fit of jealousy has me desperate for him. And I can’t lie that the thrill of him eating me out right here, where anyone could find us, turns me on even more.
“I’ll make it quick but fucking phenomenal, baby. Just please, let me taste you.”
My head falls against the brick after hearing the desperation in his voice. “Did you just beg to eat me out?” I tease, gripping the skirt of my dress so it doesn’t cover me for him.
“I did.” He doesn’t look at me, his focus staying between my thighs. Before him, I hated being eaten out—not that it happened often. Now I think I could get used to feeling his mouth against my clit and having him tease me with his tongue while his fingers push in and out of me. “Now can I make you come? Please?”