Chapter 16 #3
“Yes,” he bit out before I could even finish the question. “Natalie, I’ve had my cock in my fist since before I picked up the phone. All I’ve been able to do all day is think about you and hope you’d call.”
Oh my God.
Just the thought of that alone sent me down an entirely new spiral, heat spiking between my legs, my movements becoming more frantic in response.
“You’re going to do something for me, Natalie,” he continued, gravelly and deep.
“Anything.”
I’d do just about anything he asked me to do right now, which was exactly the point. I didn’t have to think. All I had to do was listen to Cameron. His voice, the grunts of his movement, his commands. Whatever he wanted, I wanted. I had no idea how it worked, but it did.
“You’re going to slide your fingers into your sweet cunt,” he directed, and I immediately obeyed, letting my hand fall further down between my legs. “And imagine it’s me inside you, filling you. Got it?”
I groaned in response, feeling the stretch of my fingers and thinking of what it might be like to have him there instead.
It had been so long since I’d experienced any kind of satisfying pleasure from anyone other than myself, and just the thought that he might be able to give me that.
No, I knew he’d be able to give me that. And God, it sent me reeling.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “That’s perfect. You’re so perfect.” Cameron’s breaths were ragged, cutting through me with every inhale and exhale. Palpable, even through the phone. “You feel so perfect. It’s so good being inside you, isn’t it?”
The desperation of his tone made me think that he was close, and fuck, so was I. This pressure inside me, it felt like it had been building for so long. So very long. And I just needed—I needed a release from it.
All I could do was whimper and pant, unable to form coherent words to respond to Cameron.
“I know, baby. I know it’s good.”
The sound of his voice, so soft but so knowing and assertive like that, was going to send me over the edge.
I was hanging there, on the precipice, when Cameron cut in again.
“But now you’re going to do something else for me, Natalie.”
“Yeah?” I gasped, feeling all my nerve endings tighten, seconds from coming undone.
“You’re going to stop,” he directed, and my lips parted, confused why he’d say that when I was so close to reaching something so good. “You’re going to take your fingers out of your pretty pussy, and you’re not going to touch it again until the next time I see you.”
He couldn’t be serious. I slowed my movements but didn’t stop, couldn’t quite get myself to.
“But—”
“Now, Natalie,” he cut in, low-pitched and demanding.
And I stopped, rolling over with a whimper.
“Good girl,” Cameron praised, and a different kind of relief washed over me, even while my body felt stuck in a state of confusion.
“I don’t understand,” I said, releasing a shaky breath. I knew I sounded unstable. I was unstable. “You said—”
“I said I’d make you come,” Cameron finished for me. “And I’m going to, Sunshine. The next time you come, it’ll be because I make you. And as long as you listen to me, it’s going to be so good, baby. Okay?”
“Okay,” I sighed, and as soon as I agreed, a thrill shot through me.
Was my body aching and pulsing and feeling like it was going to explode? Absolutely.
Did I think I could wait much longer for a release? Not at all.
But it was also sort of…thrilling. The burst of anticipation and adrenaline was delicious all on its own, along with the resignation of my control, the act of handing it over to Cameron.
“God, you’re amazing.” There was another rustle of sheets on the other side, like he was also rolling into a new position. And then he asked the question I really wanted to know. “When?”
I smiled to myself, enjoying his directness.
I had a feeling I was going to be hearing even more of it from now on, and I felt a flutter of excitement.
This introduction of Cameron told me everything I needed to know about our decision to do this; it was the right one.
I was still in a daze from how absolutely bone-melting that was, and I hadn’t even finished.
“Um…” I started and then frowned, realizing that maybe this was going to be more challenging than I thought.
All my excitement dimmed, faced with reality.
I hadn’t exactly parsed through the details about how a sex arrangement would work while being a single mother and a trauma surgeon.
“Well, Chloe is staying at Blake’s on Thursday night because I have a late shift. ”
“I’ll pick you up afterward,” he said immediately.
“It’s going to be late, Cam,” I emphasized.
“I truly don’t care.”
And he truly did not sound like he cared.
“Don’t you have the deposition with Korey on Friday morning?”
Immediate anxiety swirled in my gut from the idea of Korey and Cameron going head-to-head in a space where I wouldn’t be. I trusted Cameron, more than I probably should, but that still didn’t mean that my brain didn’t go looking for all the things that could go wrong.
“I do.” His voice dropped. “And I have no fucking problem walking into that room to question your ex-husband while still having the taste of you on my tongue.”
I sucked in a breath, stunned by every bit that he’d just said.
“Sleep tight, Sunshine,” he said, his tone softer, like he knew he could talk me to sleep, force me to leave my worries alone for the night. “I’ll see you Thursday.”
Apparently, the topic of Thursday was not up for debate.
And I was plenty okay with that.
“I’ll see you Thursday,” I repeated.
Because there was no turning back now.