Chapter 18
“If the spa can’t get us in for a massage, maybe you three could have a spa day for your nails or facials or whatever,” Asher said, referencing Lauren, Emma, and Lulu, the first two chiming in about that being a good idea, although Cam had a feeling Emma was only half paying attention.
He twisted her around with her legs, the float easily turning with the movement so that Emma was facing away from him and directed toward her friends. Unfortunately for her, she wasn’t getting off that easily. Or at least not in the manner she might be thinking.
Instead, Cam raised himself onto the back of the float to look like any couple casually floating in the water and hanging out together.
Emma felt like her entire body was on high alert. There was something about Cam being behind her where she couldn’t see him that had her frightened and delighted all at the same time.
“I’ve been wanting to do a fun shade of red on my nails,” Lauren was saying, holding up her fingers as she examined the current shade of pale blue she was wearing. “It’d look great with the red dress I want to take pictures in this week.”
“That’s a great idea,” Emma began but quickly halted whatever was going to come next as she felt one of Cam’s hands slide onto her stomach and then a finger skimming under the front of her strapless top, the faint tickle of his touch under her breasts making her nipples harden instantly.
Lauren was looking at her expectantly, but Emma had nothing. All other words had left her.
It was Cam’s turn to wrap his legs around Emma, except instead of going for her waist, he tucked one around each of her legs, widening her stance and causing her to plant her feet in the ground. He smiled, thankful for the anchor in place as he slid his hand down that delicious stomach of hers and began trailing a finger up her side. His other hand was still above water, firmly holding him to the float.
He realized if he wanted this moment to last, then he’d need to get Lauren and Asher talking. “Emma told me you’re an influencer,” he said toward Lauren. “Do you get to do a lot of traveling with that? And does your schedule ever allow you to go with?” he asked of Asher.
Emma only faintly heard Lauren begin divulging into the ins and outs of what her job entailed, Asher chiming in at times because instead, she was trying to keep a neutral face as Cam set her body on fire in this water. Was it possible to combust simply by knowing what a man could do to you, even before he’s done it?
She hadn’t thought so until the moment he pinned her in place, her legs spread wide for him, and knowing there wasn’t much she could do without the two people in front of them catching on. Emma was sure her blood could cause this water to start boiling at any moment.
Then all thoughts ceased the moment his finger stopped trailing her side and instead found its way to her upper thigh below her butt.
Cam leaned forward, letting Emma’s head block him for a moment so he could whisper. “I think I like the idea of finishing what you started earlier.”
She was sure he could feel her heartbeat through her skin, curious if their company could see it about to beat out of her chest.
He rubbed his hand further up until he was cupping that delicious volume of her ass that he was determined he’d be sinking his teeth into at some point this week. He could see the faint muscles of Emma’s back tighten as she squeezed the front of the float tighter. Good, he thought. Time for some payback.
Her breath picked up as his fingers began tracing that curving material of her bikini bottoms, then dipping into the hemline as he traced it to the frontside. He could feel Emma’s abdomen tighten against his skin.
Her breathing turned shallow as she tried to plaster a smile on her face and nod at something Lauren just said, her friend looking toward them now.
“How’d you get started?” Cam asked.
Well, he was clearly less phased by all of this than she was, Emma noted with no satisfaction. We’ll see about that, she thought, doing her best to straighten in the tube to press against him, something that was far harder in reality since his body had the power currently.
Cam knew exactly what she was trying and quickly moved his hand to her lower back and pressed her forward to keep some distance. No way was he letting her take back control in this situation. He’d let her have it later, let her do whatever she wanted with and to him, but right now was his turn.
He moved his hand back to the front of her lower bikini, dipping his fingers beneath the hem far enough to feel her entire body squirm. He ever so slowly caressed his way from one side to the other before removing his hand to place it on the front of her thigh, massaging, circling, and grabbing at the delicious skin.
He leaned to the side to catch sight of Emma’s face, noticing her chest rising and falling in the water, her eyes darkened by her desire, and furiously biting on that lip of hers.
Cam smiled.
“Oh, Emma, I was going to see if you might want to get together Thursday morning to help me shoot content.”
She gave her most nonchalant smile, though she was sure it looked as fake as the models in dental commercials. “That sounds great,” she said.
“I was thinking we could take one of the rental cars into town. I have some spots in mind.”
“I’m in,” was all Emma could manage as Cam’s hand traveled further inward, his fingers toying right there at the edge of her bikini. Suddenly the material felt all too constrictive. “What did you have in mind for shots?” She knew she was going to have to have Lauren repeat everything tomorrow when her brain wasn’t melted mush.
Cam’s pointer finger slid under the fabric as he lightly ran it up and down, the back of his finger grazing Emma’s skin. He could tell her entire body was a tensed-up bundle of nerves waiting for his next touch.
He leaned forward to whisper again, making sure only she could hear him. “Tell me to stop and I will.” He held his breath, no part of him wanting her to utter those words.
When she tilted her head towards him, their eyes connecting, he was sure his heart leaped right out of his chest and into her hands.
“Do your worst,” she whispered.
Cam let go of the pent-up breath he’d been holding, and before he moved his hand any further, he allowed his lower half to go closer to Emma, letting her know just how much he was enjoying himself.
Emma’s breath left her in a whoosh at the hardness pressed against her backside. If she could move, she knew she’d lean into it. Her entire body begged for it.
Instead, every part of her tightened in response to Cam’s hand turning over, moving lower, feeling like she was going to be dripping molten lava into this ocean at the feel of his fingers moving her bikini bottoms to the side as he swiped a finger through the length of her folds.
It took everything in him not to groan at how wet she was, and this ocean had nothing to do with it. He was vaguely aware that the conversation had somehow turned to Asher telling a story from the time he and his friends went on a spring break trip. He didn’t give a shit what happened on that trip. He only cared about Emma and satisfying her every want.
His cock jumped the moment he drove his finger inside her and felt her insides restrict around him. If he thought the muscles he could see were his favorite, he’d be wrong. Cam slid his finger in and out before adding to it.
Emma wasn’t sure if she’d be able to hold herself up on this float much longer if Cam kept it up. It took everything in her to refrain from moaning at how good it felt. Who knew being fingered could be so damn invigorating? She didn’t know if it was the fact that it was happening so close to other people or simply the knowledge that Cam was burying part of his hand into her while his dick was trying to plunge a hole into her back that turned her on more.
“I think I’m ready to lay out and read,” Lauren said. “I could go for a snack.”
“Me too. I’ll go up with you.” Asher was leaning on her raft but stood as though it was decided.
“We’ll be up in a bit,” Cam said before Emma could respond, his hand never losing its precious rhythmic touch. He leaned forward, placing a light kiss on Emma’s shoulder. “If you think you’re following them out of here, you have another thing coming.” He felt her tighten around him at that, and the smug satisfaction went straight to his cock.
Emma was about to respond, but she felt Cam’s hand rush away from her and his legs let her go as he once again spun her float around, except this time to face him. He was giving her a smile that made her nipples threaten to rip through her top as he grabbed her legs and pulled them around his waist.
With the float’s edge in between them, Emma could do nothing but hold on to it and stare at him. He didn’t say a word as she felt both of his hands go to the waist of her bottoms and slowly maneuver them down enough to where she felt the water lapping at where his hand had been earlier.
She raised a brow calmly, though her insides were anything but calm.
The right side of his mouth ticked up as he said, “I don’t leave things unfinished.” Then his thumb found her clit and began in sweet circles that had Emma arching against the back of the float. Now that Cam didn’t need to look innocent, his other hand went to her lower back to hold her in place against him, fully aware his arousal was still jutting toward her, begging for its turn.
The big guy was going to have to wait, because it was her turn right now, and Cam planned to keep it that way.
Emma didn’t mean to make her pleasure so obvious, but there was no denying what she wanted and how good it felt. As Cam’s thumb continued, his fingers slid back in, although much deeper from this angle and she popped up, her mouth opening in ecstasy.
She wished she could touch him, grab onto him, kiss him, anything. She so badly wanted to taste those lips of his, but this damn float was in the way. She was half tempted to let the ocean have it but she didn’t feel like explaining it to Lulu or anyone else for that matter. Instead, she gave herself to the pumping of his hand, those blue eyes a fierce shade of hunger that made her entire body constrict.
“Mmm.” Cam’s voice was hoarse. “You have no idea how badly I want you to do that around my cock.”
Her voice was throaty and breathless. “What’s stopping you?”
His breathing had grown deep, his penis straining at the trunks containing it. “I don’t want the first time I’m inside you to be in the ocean. I want to remember this moment as the time I made you come all over my hands amongst the fish in the sea.”
The fact that he was so confident he’d be replacing his fingers with his cock at some point only drove her further toward the edge.
Cam’s eyes roamed over what portions of her body he could see between the water and that damn float. He wanted to be covering her with his mouth, taste those pebbled nipples. For now, he slowed his pumping and reached the other hand up beneath her top, finding the swell of her breast and pinching down on the hard nipple.
Emma let out a whimper and felt the flex of his cock under the water. She let one hand leave the float and drift beneath the water, finding his shaft as hard as stone, wrapping her fingers around its length through his trunks. Cam’s entire body tensed. He let her nipple go and wrapped his hand around her wrist, his other hand stilling at her vagina.
She raised a brow. “You can give but can’t take?”
“I’m very good at taking,” he responded, the roughness of his voice not unnoticed. “But right now is about you.”
“Why?” she breathed.
“Because I want to watch you come undone right here in front of all these people.”
The beach was far from quiet, even if they were now out here somewhat by themselves in the deeper parts of the water. Still, there were people everywhere.
“Do you like doing dirty things in public?” Emma asked, extremely aware of the throbbing between her legs begging for him to keep going.
“I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
She bit her lip. That excited her even more for some reason. The fact that Cam wanted to do something new just with her. “Then make me lose my mind.”
She didn’t have to say it twice as he gripped her more firmly, guiding her hand back to the float with the other one. “Hang on,” was his only warning before his hand began its magical work again, causing Emma’s breath to quicken, her chest curving forward as she pressed into that viciously delicious touch of his. The momentum built from a slow and lavish pulse to a quickened pumping as he slid those wicked fingers in and out of her, her body meeting him thrust for thrust, riding his hand like it was her salvation.
Emma was sure anyone with eyes could guess what was happening and she didn’t give a rat’s ass. It felt too good to care. Her eyes closed, her head tilted back, and her muscles all tightened as she felt the tingly sensations begin cascading over her body.
Cam had never been more thankful to have her facing him and away from everyone else, because Emma was a sight of pure euphoria as her orgasm came crashing over her and he felt every ounce of her strength restricting around his hand, her mouth falling open, the most delectable sounds escaping it unabashedly. He was sure he’d never seen anything so sexy in his life as this woman coming apart just for him.
When she rode that final wave on his hand, he felt her entire body relax and she let her head collapse against the back of the float. He slowly removed his fingers, giving her clit one last gentle stroke before shimmying her bottoms back up into place.
They floated for a few moments, her legs still around him and Cam now bracing himself on the float too. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw him lying there, his chin on top of his stacked hands, a very satisfied look on his face.
“I think that’s the best payback I’ve ever received,” Emma said, earning her a loud laugh from him.
“Good thing that was just for the tanning lotion then,” Cam responded. “I still owe you for the unnecessary fake sex.”
She couldn’t help but smile at what that implied.
Cam reached forward and lightly traced the side of her face with his finger. “I want to kiss you so bad.”
The feeling that hit her chest was indescribable. She’d have thought after what she’d just let him do to her, that his statement wouldn’t have much effect, but instead, it felt intimate, vulnerable.
“Are you going to?” she asked.
He removed his hand. “Not yet.”
The disappointment washed over her.
“But soon.”
Her heart skipped a beat.