Then he dropped to his knees in front of me.
“Cam, what are you?—”
“Spread your legs.” He looked up at me. The heat in his eyes seared me.
Jesus fuck.
I widened my stance, my grip tightening on the grill. The metal warmed further under my palms.
He ran his hands up the fronts of my thighs, slow and deliberate, making me shiver. He traced patterns on my skin, his touch light and teasing, getting closer to where I needed him but not quite there yet.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
His fingers finally reached my center, parting me gently. One finger slid through my wetness, circling but not pressing, just exploring. I bit my lip to keep from whimpering.
“Already so wet for me.” His voice was raspy. He stroked me again, maddeningly slow. “I love how responsive you are.”
Then his mouth was on me.
I gasped, my head falling back. “Oh god.”
He made a sound of approval, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me steady. I forced my head back up, so I could see him. Watching the way he worked me with his tongue made every nerve ending fire at once.
His tongue circled my clit, light at first, teasing. Then firmer. More insistent.
I pulled at the ropes. I needed something to hold on to. Something to anchor me against the sensation building low in my belly. The knots held firm and kept my wrists exactly where he’d put them.
“Please.” The word came out broken. Desperate. “Please, I need...”
He knew what I needed. His mouth sealed over my clit and he sucked, his tongue flicking in a rhythm that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
The orgasm slammed through me. I cried out, my body convulsing as pleasure rolled through me in waves. My eyes locked on his. He watched me fall apart, and that connection made the climax even more overwhelming. He didn’t stop. Didn’t let up. He worked me through it until I was shaking. Until I was making sounds I didn’t recognize.
When I finally came down, gasping for air, he pressed a kiss to my inner thigh and stood, his body pressing against mine.
CAM
Istood in front of Emily, tied to my truck, still trembling from what I’d just done to her.
Her breaths came in short, jagged gasps, skin flushed pink, hair messy where it had fallen across her face.
Fucking gorgeous.
My hand slid down her side, and she shivered under my touch. Her gaze found mine, pupils blown wide, lips parted.
“You good?”
“I’m great.” She tested the ropes, her muscles flexing under the strain. “But if you don’t fuck me soon, I might actually die.”
A laugh escaped me. God, she could be completely vulnerable one second and then absolutely feral the next. There was no one else like her.
I unbuckled my belt, metal clinking loud in the quiet. Her gaze tracked downward as I undid my jeans and shoved them down just enough to free my cock.
Heat coiled tight in my gut at the thought that this was my first time with her, with nothing between us.
I stepped closer, my body pressing against hers. She was warm everywhere we touched, soft in all the right places. Onehand settled on her hip while I wrapped the other around my cock, guiding the head between her legs.
She was slick. Ready. When I pushed inside, slow and careful, the sensation nearly made my knees give out.
