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 likehow 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. Eyesstill 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, andhe 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.
