Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
KAMILA
M ills started today’s lecture ten minutes ago, and I’ve hardly heard a word she’s said since Cameron has been taking his sweet ass time teasing me again .
I’m practically shaking as I open my notebook and take a pen to write him a note because we aren’t allowed to talk when she is.
Are you going to get down to business, or are you too much of a pussy to do it in a public setting?
His mouth breaks into a wide grin while he reads the note. All of a sudden, his hand shoots up my skirt until he reaches my panties. A sharp breath leaves me while he takes his pen to write on the same page.
You’re always ready for me. Did the other guy make you this wet?
He really thinks I slept with someone else? Good. Let him think that.
Jealous much?
His jaw ticks, not writing anything in return. Cameron’s hand slowly rubs up and down my center. My breaths turn shallow, yet I somehow manage to control my volume. He presses a finger against my clit through my underwear, moving it in slow circles with just the right amount of pressure, causing me to squirm. He continues the steady rhythm, but my body pleads for more. As if he can read my mind, he takes the pen.
What do you need, Kamila?
Practically ripping the thing out of his hand, I scribble the next five words.
Your fingers inside of me.
He hums in approval and slides his hand underneath, where he runs two fingers down my slit. Without warning, he thrusts them inside of me, and I cover my mouth quickly, shocked by the unexpected feeling. I must make some sort of noise because the man sitting in front of us turns around and gives me a questioning look. Coughing lightly, I avert my eyes to the board. When I glance over, Cameron’s body is shaking.
The asshole is laughing at me. After two minutes of nothing but laughter, my impatience takes over. I shift my hips forward, guiding his fingers back inside of me, silently asking him for more.
Cameron lets out a quiet hiss as he mouths ‘fuck’ with closed eyes. His fingers move, in and out. His palm is massaging my clit lightly. It takes every ounce of self-control not to make any noise and keep as still as possible. The fact that we could get caught turns me on so much more than I thought it would. My legs shake slightly, and I can feel myself getting close from the thought alone.
I grab a hold of Cameron’s sleeve while biting my lip and close my eyes, losing myself to his touch while my chest rises and falls quicker than before. Once I’m on the verge of coming, he takes his fingers out in a snap. I stop myself from gasping and shoot my head to the side. Cameron is sporting a cocky grin. Meanwhile, I’m seething. In a swift move, the paper and pen are back in his hands.
I’ll let you finish when I think you deserve it.
And somehow, those words make me want to come even more. I tighten my hand around his sleeve, silently pleading with him to keep going. After five minutes, he starts back up. For a second time, he doesn’t let me come. He keeps this up every five to ten minutes or so, leading me to the edge but never letting me fall.
I’m going to kill him if he doesn’t let me finish. I’ll stop talking to him if he doesn’t. I waited a whole weekend for this when I could’ve easily slept with somebody else. Why didn’t I? Why did I wait for him?
“Okay, everyone, class is over. I’ll see all of you this Friday, and don’t forget to start preparing for your debates next Saturday.”
Shit, I forgot about our midterm all-day debate thing. Although, it doesn’t surprise me since I’m getting fingered in the middle of the class.
My mouth falls open when Cameron slips his hand out of my underwear and starts packing up like his fingers haven't been inside of me for the last hour and fifteen minutes. Un-fucking-believable. I stand up, smooth out the mid-thigh length skirt, and aggressively throw my things inside my bag. I’m muttering curses under my breath when I hear Cameron’s voice.
“Hey, do you mind taking our assignment down with yours? I have to get to my next class earlier than usual,” he says to the classmate next to us.
“Sure,” the girl responds sweetly while making googly eyes at Cameron.
Oh, give me a break.
I’m about to stomp my foot on the ground like a child because of how badly my body is wound up. Instead, I hold my breath to keep myself from doing exactly that.
He needs to rush to his next class?
Bullshit.
I don’t bother looking at Cameron as I push past him and run out of the lecture hall. That was pure agony. I don’t mind the edging, it’s the not coming part that pisses me off.
I’m walking down the side stairs of the building and up a hall to leave through the main entrance when a hand wraps around my forearm, pulling me into a small semi-dark classroom. I let out a yelp when I hear the door close and the click of a lock.
“What the hell?” When my eyes finally adjust to the small amount of light coming in through the blinds, I see who’s in the room with me and let out a groan.
“What the fuck, Cameron? Do you get off on scaring me? You know what, don’t answer that question. I’m beyond pissed at you. That was a dick move up there. I really?—”
His lips crash to mine with no warning. I try mustering up the strength to push him away but end up wrapping a leg around his waist instead, desperate for more contact. We moan into each other’s mouths when his length presses against my stomach.
He breaks the kiss, and before I can open my mouth again, he drops to his knees and pulls my skirt up.
“Hold it, and don’t let go.” His voice is raspy, nothing like how it was upstairs when talking to the other girl. I do as he says.
Cam looks up at me while he presses his tongue against the lace fabric close to my clit, and I let out a small pathetic moan. The sound is enough to make him rip my underwear in half. I’m about to tell him off for ruining yet another thong I own when he shoves his tongue into me. A scream begins to rise in the back of my throat before I remember what our current surroundings are, so I fist his hair instead.
“Holy shit, Cam. Please don’t stop,” I whimper.
He groans at my plea, and I feel it vibrate through me. His tongue moves up to where I need it to be, and three fingers are shoved inside of my opening. This time, I let out a small scream. Looking down, I see Cam raise his pierced brow, silently telling me to shut up. I shrug as he goes back to the task at hand. His tongue moves against my clit while his fingers fuck me harder and faster than ever before, making my breaths choppier and my body rock from the intensity. It doesn’t take long before I tense and come so hard that my knees buckle out from under me, but Cameron holds me in place. The orgasm feels endless as he continues to flick his tongue against the sensitive spot. It’s too much, and I try to push him away, but he holds my ass tighter and doesn’t stop licking.
“Again,” he demands.
“I can’t,” I whisper.
“You can, and you fucking will,” he growls. “Squirt on my tongue again, Kami.”
Before I can process what he said, it only takes another thirty seconds of his mouth and finger work until I fall apart again. It’s more intense than the last, making my eyes roll to the back of my head, and that’s when I feel a little shot of liquid seep out of me. I tense slightly, remembering his words. He was right, I squirted. For the first time in my life, I squirted . It’s nothing like how it’s portrayed in porn.
Cameron gives me one final lick and then fixes the skirt. Eyes still closed, I feel his lips on mine and taste my release on his mouth. He pulls away as I finally open my eyes, and I’m met with a lopsided smile.
“You didn’t really think I would leave you hanging like that, did you?”
I open my mouth to respond, yet my mind is still trying to process the fact that I just squirted, and he liked it. I didn’t think it was possible. After multiple partners, guys, and the two girls I experimented with, you’d think it would’ve happened by now. But of course, Cameron fucking Kahlo was the one to succeed.
He cleans his fingers with a tissue he had stuffed in his back pocket.
“I didn’t know you could squirt.”
Yeah, you and I both.
“You ruined another pair of my underwear,” I blurt out, not wanting to admit he was the first person to ever make me squirt.
He shrugs as if it’s nothing, picks up the destroyed fabric, and shoves it in his bag. “Bill me.”
Of course, he’s keeping it, the perv. I scoff. “We could’ve gotten caught. How did you know this classroom wasn’t going to be used?”
Cameron picks his backpack up and saunters to the door. “I didn’t.”
My mouth drops open. “Hold on?—”
He walks backward as he says, “You should start heading to your next class if you want to be there on time, Kamila.”
My cheeks heat. He winks at me, which makes me clench my fists, and in a blink, Cam’s gone.
“Asshole. Asshole. Asshole,” I repeat to myself.
“Huh?”
I jump at the student’s voice. A girl with dark hair and big blue eyes that she rolls in exaggeration says, “Never mind, I don’t want to know.” She then proceeds to turn the lights off, giving me a once-over and a knowing smile.
My breathing slows as I check my watch to see that I have only five minutes to get to my next class. Picking my things up, I rush to leave the building, feeling the cold air hit me between my soaked upper thighs. Cameron knew exactly what he was doing when he tore my underwear off.
Asshole.