Chapter 21 #3
When my thumb grazes her back hole between her lush cheeks, she lets out the sexiest fucking groan. It’s a sound that makes no mistake that she likes what I’m doing to her. And that pleases me greatly.
When she begins bucking against my hand and begging for more, I pause my actions and dig a condom out of my jeans. I watch her back rise and fall with laboured breaths as I slide the rubber on.
Smiling, I bend over top of her, brush her hair off to the side, and breathe, “Now, Specs, this isn’t going to be slow and careful like last time. It’s going to be hard and fast.”
“Yes,” she exhales, moaning out loudly when I press my fingers down firmly on her clit, teasing the flesh in slow, rhythmic strokes.
“I’m going to really fuck you this time.”
“Yes.” She sounds like she’s going to come already.
“Have I mentioned I love your noises?”
“Camden, just do it already!”
A mighty cry erupts from her when I slam myself inside. I have to close my eyes because she’s still so tight and it feels even better than the first time. I pause, allowing her body to adjust. Her laboured breaths come hard and fast.
“Are you good?” I pant.
“God, yes,” she cries.
I position one hand on her cheek, massaging and gripping while the other skirts around to her front and swipes at her slickened nub.
“Oh my God,” she cries out as I start to move inside of her.
My head drops back as I thank the world of football for giving me this after taking so much away. “This is why I needed more time.”
I pump into her faster, feeling every inch of me slip in and out with wet, firm strokes. Her body squeezes me like she doesn’t ever want me to leave and, God, I could imagine living here just like this.
My continued assault on her clit it fruitful. “Oh my God!” Her voice is high and alarmed.
“Not yet, we’re doing this one together,” I say, letting go of her front and gripping her hips in both of my hands. I pull her back into me with every hard thrust I push forward. I bounce her supple arse on me and hit even deeper than before.
“Camden,” she cries again, and I feel everything inside of her tighten around me. It’s so incredible that I can’t hold back.
I slam into her one final time. The cries of her release are what push me over the edge, too. Quaking, shaking, and trembling as I pulsate everything I have inside of her. Or inside the condom, I should say.
When I finish, I hunch over her back, both of our breaths heavy and sated. Christ, I don’t remember anyone ever feeling this good.
That’s a disturbing thought, so I quickly pull out and walk to the loo to clean up.
While I toss the condom, I recall the last time I had sex with a girl twice in this short amount of time.
It was probably that model a few months ago.
I knew the second time with her was a mistake because, as soon as we finished, she tried to make plans with me for the next night.
When I refused, it turned into a social media smear campaign that had my dad breathing fire at me for weeks.
Thank fuck this has a clear kill date on it because things are already getting confusing.
Indie’s already dressed when I come back. As she watches me put my clothes back on, I do my best to forget about the odd thoughts racing through my mind.
When I look up, she’s shaking her head in wonder. “There’s no way the next one is going to be that good.”
“What are you talking about?” I pull my shirt down over my head and button up my jeans.
“You don’t want to know. You’ll think I’m a head case.”
“I already kind of do and I still want to fuck you.” I force a congenial smile. “Tell me.”
“I can’t. I refuse.” She crosses her arms over her chest.
“I could force it out of you.” My brows lift playfully, but deep down I’m frustrated by how badly I need to know what’s inside her mind.
She makes a move like her lips are sealed. Without hesitation, I shoot toward her, clutching her sides in my hands and fiercely tickling her against the exam table. Her noises are infectious. Before long, my crabby mood is all but gone as I laugh at her squirming reaction.
She begs for mercy with tears in her eyes and exclaims, “Okay, I’ll tell you!” I pull back with a triumphant grin. “I have this Penis List I made-up with Belle.”
“A penis what?” I release my hands from her waist and stand back. “Is that like a Christmas list of dicks?”
“No, it’s just a Penis List,” she says with a huff, leaning on the table.
“It’s that plan I’ve mentioned. About why I’m not worried about falling for you.
Because of the list. The plan. You are Penis Number One, which is a very distinct type.
Number one is supposed to be a playboy. Someone… experienced.”
“Okay…and?” I cross my arms.
“And, I’m just saying…Penis Number Two is going to have big shoes to fill because you and I have been doing quite well, I’d say.”
Her talking about other men again is not amusing. “What the fuck is Penis Number Two?”
She counts the descriptive traits on her fingers like she’s listing off items on her grocery list. “Total opposite of you. He’s got to be sensitive, a giver…takes nothing, gives everything. Emotional…” Her voice trails off when she notices the look on my face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Are you saying I could never be Penis Number Two?” I can’t help but think I’ve given up a lot these last couple of days with her. I’ve screwed her in ways I’ve never screwed anybody else. So how different could a Penis Number Two be?
She eyes me skeptically.
I move toward her and trap her against the table with a hand on either side of her. “Indie. I’ve fucked a lot of women. You don’t keep women coming without being a giver. Has there ever been a time you haven’t gotten off?”
“Well, no.” Her face looks uncomfortable.
“See? That’s my primary goal every time. When you come…the face you make…the sounds you utter…that is what makes me come.”
She opens her mouth but no words come out.
“So your Penis List has some holes in it I’m afraid.”
“Well, thankfully…it won’t concern you once our arrangement is done.” She crosses her arms with a determined scowl.
I push myself away from her. “I think I could show you whatever else you’re trying to get from that list. Easily.”
“I highly doubt it.” She puts her hands on her hips. “And besides, this isn’t a contest, Camden. There’s no winner.”
“No, but it sounds like you have goals. Pun intended. So you need a sensitive lover? Challenge accepted.”
“Challenge not accepted. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. The point is to have multiple penises, not one. And you’re Penis Number One. Not Two! End of.”
I scoff, “Relax, Specs. You’ll have plenty of time to shag other blokes when I’m gone.”
For some bizarre reason, the notion feels like razors in my stomach as it tumbles out of my mouth.