Chapter Eighteen
Ryker
C amille’s been driving me fucking insane all day. In the best and worst way possible. At practice, I went harder than I needed to, knowing she was there. I always try my best, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t doing a little extra today for her.
Being around her before was always hard because my body seems to want to gravitate toward her, but after I kissed her? It felt magnetic, making it impossible to stay away.
I found myself finding ways to be near her. I even pretended I needed to stretch out my leg just so I could have five minutes of standing next to her on the sidelines, staring at her smile that is way too fucking pretty to be real.
I never thought a smile could make me feel things, but fuck, when she does, I feel it all.
And I hate it.
The entire team is currently waiting in line for this sports bar we’re trying to get into, and Camille hasn’t stopped smiling this entire time as she talks with the team. I don’t want to be that guy, but I can’t help wishing she were smiling at me right now instead of them .
I need to get a grip.
When we’re finally seated, I make sure I sit right next to her and even though it’s Cuddy on her other side, I put my hand under her chair and scoot it closer to mine.
Camille bites on her lip, a smile slipping through. “What are you doing?” she whispers.
“I just want you close,” I murmur, opting for blunt honesty.
A tinge of pink paints her cheeks as she ducks her head and looks at the menu in front of her. “Is that why your leg randomly needed stretching during practice?”
I grunt in response, nudging her thigh with mine.
She turns to me, her champagne curls spilling over her shoulder as she smiles shyly at me. I hold her eyes for a beat, then force myself to look away because my chest is starting to feel tight. I should probably see my doctor about that.
“You took my advice, I see,” Noah mumbles beside me, sounding all too cocky.
“Shut up,” I grumble, folding my arms across my chest so my hands don’t travel to her thigh.
Noah chuckles, then jumps back into conversation with the guys while I stay quiet. I like to observe and listen instead, not being much of a talker.
Specifically, I like to watch Camille, but as much as I enjoy watching her like this, happy, outgoing, and smiling, I feel this deep craving within me to find out how pretty she would look coming with my name rolling off her tongue.
Although we drew a boundary this morning, I find myself already wanting to spend all my time with her.
My hand drifts underneath the table, my fingers finding her bare knee and drawing lazy circles around it. Camille doesn’t seem fazed as she continues to chat with Mackenzie, who’s sitting across from her .
That is until I inch my fingers higher, skating them slowly up her soft skin. Camille sucks in a sharp breath so low that I nearly miss it. The skin of her arms breaks out in gooseflesh, and I smirk knowing that I have an effect on her.
Camille turns to face me, her eyes darting from my hand on her thigh then up to mine. “Ryker.”
“Yes, baby?” I say, low enough only for her to hear.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, and I don’t miss the way she wets her lips with her tongue, making them look all too inviting.
I lean closer. “Well, if you were in a dress or skirt, I’d be doing you.”
Her bottom lip parts, eyes glazing over. “You don’t mean that, right?”
I chuckle half-heartedly. “Do I seem like the kind of person who makes jokes?”
She smiles shyly, taking a sip of her beer. “I guess not.”
My fingers start back up, drawing lazy caresses over the smooth expanse of her thigh, and to my amusement, her breaths quicken.
“Stop getting me worked up. It can’t lead to anything. That’s not fair,” she huffs out, leaning toward me.
I quirk a brow at that. “Who said it wasn’t leading to anything?”
Her mouth pops open in response, and then a devious smile fills her face. “Get up in two minutes. I’ll be waiting.”
I go to ask her what she means, but she’s already up and moving for the hallway that leads to the bathrooms.
This fucking girl. I love that she knows what she wants and asks for it.
I take a few sips of my beer and half listen to Cuddy and Noah talk about the upcoming season. As soon as the two minutes go by, I get up and make my way to her. There are only two single bathrooms and I have no fucking clue which one she went in. I’m about to knock on one of the doors when an older lady comes out .
“Jumping jalape?os, you scared the daylights out of me!” she scolds, a weathered hand over her chest.
“Sorry, ma’am,” I murmur, unable to look her in the eye.
“Don’t be sorry, though I wish I were the hot blonde waiting for you to razzle her insides,” she scoffs, and I can’t contain the roaring laughter that comes out of me.
“You can laugh all you want. I saw you two all night talking and touching. Now, get in there and rock her world like my husband did to mine.” She winks and walks off, leaving me speechless.
I shake my head and knock on the other door. “Princess.”
The door unlocks, and I squeeze in, then turn the lock back in place once I’m in.
I hear a snort, and my head whips up to Camille, who’s doubled over in a fit of giggles. She must have heard the older woman.
My lips quirk to the side. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that.”
“I want to be her when I’m older,” she says through another fit of giggles. “And then I heard this odd sound. It almost sounded like this grumpy man I know actually laughed?”
I cross my arms over my chest. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Camille straightens and closes the distance between us, her hands wrapping around the back of my neck. “Ryker, it’s okay to laugh, you know.”
“I know. It’s just odd I find something to laugh at. My focus is everything this year, and—”
“Right now, I want you to focus on making me come.”
Her silvery eyes gaze into mine, so confident and trusting, with a sheen of desire. I don’t know where this version of Camille came from, but I am fucking here for it. I waste no time and slam my lips to her as I grip the sides of her face with both of my hands. My kiss is demanding, and she’s giving me everything I want, her lips parting to let me in .
One of my hands moves to the back of her head while the other grips her ass, pulling her body against mine. Our tongues work in tandem as we find our rhythm, both of our lips melding together in unison. It’s crazed yet controlled and sensual. It’s fucking everything.
I trail kisses down her jaw until I reach her neck. My teeth scrape against her sensitive skin, causing her body to jolt against mine.
She curses in French under her breath, her hands moving to my hair as she tugs on the strands. The slight pain turns me on even more, and my cock presses against my joggers painfully.
I suck, kiss, and lick her neck, finding out what spots make her squirm. I finally do when my lips press against the dip between her neck and her shoulder.
Camille’s leg hitches around my waist, and I hold it in place. I gently press her back against the door, all while my lips work along her neck, never once breaking contact. Her body grinds against mine, a breathy moan hitting my ear and sending shivers down my spine.
Her thin yoga shorts do nothing to conceal how wet she is as she rubs her pussy against me. I adjust her slightly so that she’s aligned with my cock, and I look between us, enthralled by the image of her rocking her body against mine. She slides against me, her pussy hitting my cock just right, and I nearly come in my pants like a fucking teenager.
“Where do you want me? What do you need from me?” I ask, breathless. We’ve barely explored each other and the feelings I’m experiencing are more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before.
Her hands disentangle from my hair and land on my shoulders where she begins to press. She’s not strong enough to actually push me down, but I follow her order nonetheless .
My knees hit the tiled floor, my eyes not once leaving hers. “I need w—”
“You need to put your mouth on my pussy,” she pants, her lust-ridden eyes gazing down into mine.
“More than happy to, baby,” I say, but my voice doesn’t sound like my own. It’s deeper, filled with so much desire I might never escape it.
I skate my hands up her legs, stopping once I reach the waistband of her shorts. I tug them down until they reach the floor and help her get one foot out of them but leave them on the ankle of her other foot.
My eyes immediately fixate on the lacy lavender thong. Correction, soaked thong.
Christ, she’s so wet I can see it coating the inside of her thighs, and the sight makes me fucking feral for this girl. I lean forward, running my nose up and down her slit and breathing her in.
Camille’s hands find my hair and a soft little mewl leaves her lips.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize, balling her panties up in one fist.
“Don’t even…”
Me shredding her panties cuts her off, and I discard them in my pocket.
Camille mutters something in French, but I don’t hear it because the sight of her bare pussy for the first time has me speechless. She’s glistening with arousal, and it’s because of me. On top of that, her pussy is fucking perfect.
I lift her leg off the ground and set it over my shoulder, opening her up to me. Then my fingers reach up to her slit and I part her, flicking my tongue against her clit.
Camille bucks off the door, her nails digging into my scalp.
“Mmm,” I groan against her, blowing a breath on her clit. “ How is everything about you so pretty? Your face, your heart, and even your drenched pussy.”
“Why don’t you put your tongue on it, see if it tastes just as pretty as it looks?”
I lean back slightly to look at her in fucking awe, because her demanding exactly what she wants is the sexiest thing. I spread her once more, then dive in, sealing my lips around her clit and tugging on it. Camille moans loudly, then slaps a hand over her mouth. Under normal circumstances, I’d take her hand off, because there’s nothing hotter than hearing her, but I’ll let it pass since we’re in public and anyone could hear.
I switch up the pressure, sucking harder and then gentler on her clit. Her hips roll against my face in response and my tongue comes into play, licking her slit from top to bottom, savoring every inch of her arousal as it soaks my face.
I flick my tongue against her clit, my eyes on her, drinking in the way her body reacts to each and every move I make. It’s by far the best thing I’ve seen.
Sliding two fingers inside her tight cunt has me moaning against her. Her pussy grips me so well, and if she’s already tight like this, fucking her is going to be even better.
Camille’s thighs begin to shake, and I smile against her.
“That’s it,” I praise, pulling back to look up at her. My chin is soaked, her arousal dripping down from it. She sees it, her eyes widening when she realizes how turned on she is. “Don’t even apologize. I fucking love this.” I keep my eyes on her so that she knows not to be embarrassed.
She nods and throws her head back against the door when I return my mouth to her clit. I tug on it roughly as my fingers slide in and out, fucking her. I curl them inside, earning myself a gasp followed by her thighs shaking around my head .
“Ryker,” she moans before throwing a hand over her mouth and screams as she comes.
I don’t ease up and continue sucking and fucking her and as she rides it out, admiring how she comes undone for me. Once she comes down from her high, I carefully set her foot on the floor, a smile on my lips.
“You okay?” I ask.
Camille bends over, hands on her thighs. “Yes, no. I don’t freaking know. That was…intense.”
I stand, pulling her into me, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Have you never been given an orgasm?” I ask, my fingers brushing away the strands that are sticking to her forehead.
“Yes, but nothing like this, ever .”
“Good,” I murmur, kissing her forehead while ignoring the fact that this is not good. Not even fucking close. We’ve just scratched the surface, yet she already consumes me.
And so help me God, I didn’t want it to stop.