Page 70 of Never Bargain with the Boss
“Jesus, Riley,” Cameron pants. His chest is rising and falling so fast that even his abs are contracting with every breath. But his eyes are mine, all mine as he looks down his body at me, still between his legs. “Come here,” he orders. His hands, which are still around my head, pull me up, guiding my mouth to his.
He has no compunction about kissing me with the taste of his cum still on my tongue. In fact, I think he likes it because he shoves his tongue immediately into my mouth, kissing me passionately.
I think that’s it, figuring he’ll need some recovery time after coming so well, but after a few seconds of kissing, he keeps pushing me higher. Confused, I pull away with a questioninglook. “Sit on my face. I want to see how wet you are after sucking me like that.”
I already know the answer to that. Very wet. Like I can feel the slickness on my inner thighs. And when I position myself over Cameron, my knees folded beneath me as I straddle his face like a queen, there are clear strings of arousal coating me. His grin is pure evil as he slowly… so slowly… runs his palms up my inner thighs to draw teasing circles in the slickness.
“All this from giving me pleasure?” It’s a rhetorical question that he definitely already knows the answer to. Still, I nod even though his eyes are fixated on my center.
“Cameron.”
When I say his name, his gaze slowly lifts to mine, heat burning in those blue eyes as he licks a languid line from my entrance up to my clit. “Yes?” he murmurs, a cocky smirk lifting one side of his lips before he goes back for another taste.
I whimper, not sure what to say. I want him to lick me, to relieve this throbbing ache in my clit the way I know he can. And though he is licking my pussy, it’s not enough. He’s torturing me now, the same way I did to him. I might be the one on top, nearly pinning him to the bed, but he’s in control now and I’m at his mercy, begging for more.
“Hold on to the headboard,” he says. It’s all the warning I get before he buries his mouth fully in the folds of my core, devouring me ravenously. I worry I’m going to suffocate him, but he lays his arms heavily over my thighs, holding me down, keeping me tight as he consumes me, feasting with wet-sounding smacks like I’m the most delicious delicacy he’s ever had.
It feels so good, but my pussy is clenching, painfully aware of its empty hollowness and desperately wanting Cameron’s cock. I try to reach behind me to see if he’s hard again, praying he is, but he growls against me and the rough vibration has me collapsingagainst the headboard. “Oh, fuck,” I cry out, the orgasm taking me by surprise.
My hips buck wildly, but Cameron never loses his hold on me. I can feel the roughness of his scruff marking my thighs, his fingers denting the flesh of my thighs, and the soft heat of his tongue on my clit as I shatter apart and then bang back together, time after time, coming in waves.
Suddenly, I’m flying. Well, it feels like I am, but it’s Cameron rolling us over. Beneath him on the bed now, he slams into my still pulsing pussy, and the orgasm that was trying to subside sweeps me under again.
I’m shivering, my muscles clenching uncontrollably, all bodily control gone. No, not gone. It’s Cameron’s. My body is his to do with as he wants.
Apparently, what he wants is to fuck me to death because I think I might die from orgasms. Later, I’ll laugh at that, but right now, I don’t have enough oxygen to laugh. All I can do is moan senselessly.
Cameron interlocks our fingers, pressing my hands to the bed above my head, and distantly, I hear him calling my name. “Riley. Look at me, baby.”
My eyes spin, my head nothing more than a roar, but I fight through it to find him, looking for the brightness of his blue eyes as a touchpoint of reality. I blink, and when he sees my vision clear enough to focus, he smiles. “There you are. Stay with me. We’re going together this time.”
Again? He wants me to come again. I can’t. I shake my head, my eyes rolling back. And being the asshole he is, Cameron chuckles. Apparently, he has enough oxygen for silly things like that.
“Yes, you can. I’m gonna make you come again so this pussy will suck me dry.” His tone brooks no argument. He’s in full boss mode and I love it. “I’ve been waiting for this for years… so muchbuilt up just for you… I need this release, Riley. I need to come, need to fill you up again.” I cry out, both from his words and the way he’s plunging into me deep and hard like he’s teaching my pussy who it belongs to. “You want it?”
I know what he’s doing. If this were only about me, I’d stop. I’m boneless from the pleasure he’s already wrought on my body, and have come more and harder in the last twelve hours than in the previous year. But if it’s about him? I’ll go again to give him pleasure, to give him the release he needs. I’ll take care of him that way, especially knowing that he’s going to take care of me at the same time.
“Give it to me,” I demand.
He brushes his lips over my ear and whispers, “Good girl.”
And oh, shit, I’m done for. Those two little words light a fire in me I didn’t know existed, and I try my best to fuck Cameron from below, but he doesn’t let me. His weight pins my body and his hands hold mine, and I’m forced to be at his mercy. His blessed, bliss-bringing mercy once again.
“I’m there,” I gasp. Pleading, I breathe, “Come with me.”
His face buried against my neck, probably breathing in my hair more than air, he drives into me jackhammer-fast. He’s plunging so deep that I think I can feel him in my chest… or maybe that’s my breath trapped in my lungs. And then Cameron’s heat paints my insides and he grunts jaggedly. His orgasm triggers mine, and together, we fall into the abyss.
When I come back to awareness, Cameron is draped over me so heavily that I’d think perhaps I killed him except I can feel his racing heart against my chest. “You okay?” I venture.
I’m not only asking about his physical state. We’ve been at this for a while, and though I’m not ready for it to happen yet, his phone is going to ding with a text from Grace soon, dulling the shine of the moment and replacing it with things like coordinating pickups and deciding on dinner.
“What’s better than awesome?” Cameron muses, his voice echoing against the mattress beside my head.
“Me?” I suggest.
He laughs lightly and then rolls off me, ending up on his side next to me. “I’ll definitely agree with that.” His fingertip draws a line over the skin of my belly, up between my breasts, and then he loops one of my longer necklaces around his finger, mindlessly playing with the chain. “The mostawesomestof awesome.”
“Did you just make up a word?” I gasp, feigning shock and awe. “You’re totally the type who’s read the dictionary, and that word is definitely not in there.”