Chapter 23 #2
‘Oh my God, Cam!’ I groaned, throwing my head back and tugging my bra aside for him.
He pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking until it stung, but fuck, it felt good.
I gripped the top of his head, pushing him, guiding him to my other breast, and bucked my hips against his length; I could feel it through the thin material of his boxer shorts.
I slid up and down him as much as I could while pinned to a wall, and then a flicker of a thought pushed its way into my dopamine-addled brain.
Cam had the upper hand now, and I wanted it back.
I let go of his hair and pushed him as hard as I could. He stumbled backwards and my feet landed on the floor. He looked up at me and smiled.
‘So, it’s going to be like that, is it?’
‘It’s always going to be like that, Cam,’ I replied, walking towards him.
‘What are you going to do next . . . baby?’ he asked teasingly, dragging out that last word because he knew it would rile me up. Clearly he wanted me like that.
‘Baby?’ I gave him another push in the chest, and the backs of his knees came into contact with the bed. ‘I’m no one’s baby.’ I pointed. ‘Sit.’
‘Yes, ma’am.’
I indicated his boxer shorts. ‘Take them off.’
He smiled, then reached into the boxers and pulled his cock out. ‘Is this what you want?’ he asked smugly, as if he still thought he had the upper hand. No, that was not happening, not on my watch. I struck a nonchalant pose, hands on hips, and shrugged.
‘Huh? So that’s what it looks like.’
‘What do you think?’ He still sounded smug.
I gave another shrug. ‘Not the biggest I’ve seen, but it’ll do.’
‘What about now?’ He slid his boxers all the way down, freeing his entire length, and I tried to hide the fact that my eyes had just about fallen out of my head, not to mention that if I wasn’t actively clenching my jaw, it might have hit the floor.
‘That’s what I thought.’ He rose to his feet, his cock straining upwards as he stepped towards me.
‘What are you doing?’ I asked.
‘Lizzy, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t know your name afterwards.’
His words sliced through me. Never had any words elicited such a physical reaction before. They almost brought me to my knees . . . almost.
‘Prove it.’ I stepped forward brazenly.
‘Prove it?’
‘I dare you.’
He stopped in front of me and cocked his head from side to side as if looking at me from all angles. ‘Okay, but first, there’s something I’ve been dying to do for years.’
He reached up and with one hand pulled my elastic band out of the bun on the top of my head. The bun I wore every day. My long, unruly brown hair tumbled out, settling into its usual defiant misbehaviour of curls and knottiness.
‘Jesus, Lizzy,’ he growled. He grabbed my hair, twisting it round his hands and using it to pull me towards him.
He brought his lips all the way to mine, but didn’t kiss me.
‘And now I’m going to prove it.’ He let go of my hair, took me by the shoulders, spun me around and bent me over the small desk.
And I let him. Sticking his foot between mine, he kicked my legs apart and then grabbed the waistband of my pants and pulled them down so hard I heard stitches snap.
I gasped, and gripped the edge of the desk.
‘Are you ready for me?’ he asked.
‘Are you ready for me?’ I looked him in the eye, challenging him. He smirked, slow and sexy.
‘I don’t think there’s a man on the planet who’s truly ready for you, Lizzy.’
I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable, only it didn’t come. I craned my neck around to see what Cam was doing, if maybe he’d had second thoughts.
‘What?’ I asked when I caught him staring at me instead of fucking me like he’d promised.
‘Nothing. I just . . . I can’t believe this is happening.’
‘Well, it’s not exactly happening, is it?’
A look washed over his face. Dark, dangerous and even sexier. ‘Isn’t it?’ He kicked my legs wider, grabbed my waist and lined us up. ‘What about now?’
I groaned as he slammed into me. The force rocked the table and a small, strangled shout rose from my throat. I spread my legs even more, gripped the desk tighter and welcomed the feeling.
‘You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,’ he said as he slowed the pace down. I looked over my shoulder again. His eyes were fixated on his cock slipping in and out of me. It was so hot watching him watching it, mouth slightly ajar, eyes glazed with lust.
‘Good view?’ I asked in between my long, slow moans that matched his rhythm.
‘The best.’ His pleasure-filled eyes met mine and I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything hotter in my entire life. It felt painfully intimate, and a part of me wanted to look away, because it was causing this falling feeling inside me that . . . that . . .
‘I still remember my name, Cam,’ I said, breaking my dangerous freefall. It worked, because he gave me a tiny smile before plunging in again, hard and fast.
I lifted one of my legs onto the desk, allowing him in even deeper, and when he was filling me completely, I cried out with a pleasure that I’d never felt before.
He went harder and faster still, and to help him, I slammed back onto him as he drove into me.
My breath was coming in short, sharp gasps that grew faster and faster as he sped up.
And then, just to tip me over the edge, he reached his hand around me and his fingers found my clit.
He worked it in small, tight circles as he continued to thrust into me.
I closed my eyes and gripped the desk, waiting for the inevitable orgasm to rip me apart.
When it came, when I came, Cam dropped forward onto my body and wrapped his arms around me.
It felt tender almost. He brought his lips to my ear, planting a small kiss on the back of it.
‘Have you forgotten your name yet?’
I shook my head. ‘No.’
He chuckled, the deep vibrations giving me instant goosebumps. ‘I was hoping you’d say that.’
‘Why?’
‘So we can do that all over again until you do.’