I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on. I didn’t know I could ache so much between my thighs. That I’d ever feel wetness pooling from me just from the dirty words a man whispered to me in the dark.
Camden has already shown me so much, and he hasn’t even touched the spot where I throb the most. It’s infuriating to have my body betray me like this. But even more, I’m relishing in losing control right alongside him. For every betrayal of my body, there’s a betrayal of his. There’s no way to miss the thick outline of his straining cock through his tailored pants. The lust in his eyes is evident, and I know that I’m not the only one caught up in the heat of the passion. We’ll go down together—both of us losing the war with the undeniable chemistry between us.
“Fuck, I’ll be thinking about this view for weeks,” he rasps. His words catch in his throat, as if the red-hot lust prevents him from speaking clearly.
I moan, rolling my hips to try and get some sort of friction. At least earlier, he was touching me—kissing, licking, exploring my body while he unraveled me little by little.
“Your two minutes are about to start.” I try to keep my voice level, but it shakes with how much I want him. My entire body is burning for him, and I feel like the only thing that will help me is for him to ease the ache with the swipe of his tongue along my clit.
His fingertips dig into my thighs. I’m well aware of how much the moonlight illuminates the cafe. He has a perfect view of all of me. Maybe if it were somebody else, I’d feel bashful. But not with him. There’s no way I could be embarrassed by anything about myself when he’s looking at me like he’ll starve if he doesn’t get a taste.
“You don’t start counting until I tell you to,” he commands. God, I never thought I’d get so turned on by his demands. I like it when he orders me around. I wonder if this is what he’s like behind the scenes. I know why everyone falls at his feet. It’s hard to do anything when his voice evens out, going low as he tells me exactly what he wants from me.
He squeezes my inner thighs, forcing them so wide that I’d fall backward if I didn’t have the support of the window behind me. It just now occurs to me that the full moon doesn’t only allow him to see every inch of my exposed skin, but anyone outside could see us if they were to look in our direction. That realization alone should have me pushing him away.
I don’t.
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.
It was so good that for a few moments, I can’t talk. I can’t open my eyes. I can’t do anything but get swept up in the way my entire body feels lit with desire.
Nothing has ever felt that intense. It feels even better when my eyes finally flutter open and I find him staring right at me.
I feel powerful knowing I’m the reason Camden looks imperfect right now. He’s on his knees, my cum all over his face. His hair sticking out in every direction where my fingers pulled at the dark locks. His wrinkled shirt from where I clung to him, trying to hold him closer. The outline of his large, thick cock. Every messy, out-of-place part of him right now is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.
My chest heaves up and down as I try to recover from the intensity of the orgasm—the intensity of the moment. It was so powerful that for once in my life, I’m speechless.
Camden must be feeling the same way. He stares back at me, his shoulders rising and falling in quick, successive breaths.
Moments ago, the room was filled with our moans. Now, the only sounds are our loud inhales and exhales as we both recover.
I can’t look away from his crystal-blue eyes. They’ve got me in a trance. Or maybe it’s because I’m still reeling from what just happened. Either way, he’s the first one to look away.
He stands to his full height, giving no indication of what he’s thinking when he runs his hand through his hair.
“That was definitely more than two minutes,” I tease, knowing damn well he kept his word. My words do nothing to ease the sizzling tension between us. If anything, his fingertips pinching the bridge of his nose throw cold water over us.
I’m about to brave reaching out to touch him, my body aflame with the need to get familiar with him. His cock seems to agree with the way it angrily fights the fabric of his slacks, just begging to join in on the fun.
He beats me to it. Except instead of closing the distance between us, he rips the front door open and bolts.
I stare out at the walking path in front of us, watching his figure disappear, shame creeping over my skin.
