I scoot my chair a little closer to his and cover my mouth next to his ear. He stiffens slightly.
“Finish what you started on Friday,” I demand, more than request.
His hand wraps so tightly around his pen, I’m surprised it doesn’t split in half. He keeps his eyes trained on mine while I pull away. He seems unsure of what to do as if trying to figureout whether I actually want this or not. But I do want it, no, I need it.
My hand traces the hem of my black high-waisted skirt I wore to class this morning. It’s paired with a long-sleeve dark red knit sweater and black boots. His eyes roam down my body, and he raises a brow in surprise, his piercing a dark metallic silver today. He takes mercy on me and slowly rolls his sleeve up, revealing his unique tattoos. We’re so close now that our arms squeeze side by side. Luckily, nobody is paying attention to us.
“Why aren’t you wearing any stockings? You have to be freezing,” he whispers and puts a hand on my knee.
“I didn’t have any, but I’m okay. My jacket’s pretty warm,” I whisper back with a shaky voice.
His fingers begin to move in circles around my knee until they slowly make their way up.
“Are you going to keep quiet? We both know how loud you can be,” he says closer to my ear this time, his breath hitting a sensitive spot, making me shutter.
We’re both looking ahead toward the front of the classroom. Cameron is big enough to block sight from anyone on his end, and my seat is the last one in the row next to the windows. Nobody can see anything happening from behind or the front of the long desk since it’s blocked by a wood panel, the same as every other row in the classroom. It’s almost as if the lecture room was made for this.
“I can keep quiet, I’ve just never really tried with you.” I shoot him a wink when he sneers.
“We’ll see about that.”
Professor Mills walks in, briefcase in hand and her usual scowl plastered on.
“One hour and fifteen minutes, Kamila.” I do a double take. He plans to do it throughout the entire class?
“Good luck.” He winks.
Chapter Twenty-Two
KAMILA
Mills 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 meagain.
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 guymake 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 myclit 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.
