I shift in my seat, and her foot inches higher, pressing against my knee. I want to reach under the table and grab that foot, pulling it into my lap and pressing it against my cock. “I’ll give you a ride to campus, then.” Her foot strokes back down over my shin, making electricity shoot across my skin.
She nods and finishes her coffee. “Okay. Thank you.” I can almost hear the unspoken “Daddy” at the end of that sentence.
“Good girl. Go get your things.”
She lets out a small breath and she flushes at my words, her eyes cutting over to Maria, who isn’t paying any attention to us. But then she bites her lip, hiding a grin as she dashes out of the room.
Thirteen
Camryn
I’m a mess by the time I climb into the back of the waiting Town Car. My cheeks are hot, my breathing uneven, and my panties are wet. I don’t want to go to class today. I want to beg Jacob to take the day off and spend the day buried inside me, making me come, claiming me over and over again.
But I don’t. We’re supposed to be subtle. Discreet. That’s what I asked for, right? To keep things quiet until we figure out how to tell the world exactly what we are to each other and what we’re doing?
My stomach lurches at the thought of people knowing. What will happen to Jacob’s reputation? To his business? What will my mother think? I want to be with Jacob, but I don’t know how we move from the shadows into the light unscathed. He makes it seem like it won’t be a big deal, but I’m not so sure.
I slip inside the cool, dim interior of the car, the leather creaking softly beneath my weight. I wait for Jake to follow me in, but he doesn’t. He stays outside, speaking with the driver, saying something I can’t hear. I study him through the opendoor, taking in the gray threading through his dark hair, the breadth of his shoulders, the way his mouth moves as he speaks. God, he’s so handsome. Handsome and sexy and somehow mine.
The brief conversation ends, and then Jake slides in beside me, the driver shutting the door behind him. He presses a button, and the partition rises smoothly with a quiet whir, sealing us away from the world. The second the partition locks into place, his hands are on my face, tilting me up so he can kiss the absolute daylights out of me. I melt into him with a soft whimper as his tongue strokes into my mouth.
I slide my hands up his hard chest, kissing him back with everything I have. It feels like it’s been far too long since he kissed me, even though it was only a couple of hours ago in the bathtub. The fabric of his shirt is crisp beneath my fingers as he groans into my mouth, kissing me harder, deeper. His hands are everywhere—in my hair, tracing the outer curves of my breasts, sliding down my spine, gripping my hips, my ass, my thighs.
“Fuck, Cammie,” he breathes on a ragged whisper. “You make me feel wild.”
I whimper and nod, because I know. I get it, because he makes me feel wild, too.
He kisses me again, teeth scraping over my bottom lip as the car pulls smoothly away from the curb. I’m squirming now, wet and needy, rubbing my thighs together as I make a mess in my panties. I’m so horny that it hurts, my pussy throbbing.
Jake breaks the kiss and trails his mouth down my neck, then up to my ear. “Look at you, squirming like a needy little thing,” he says in a low voice. “Does your pussy need some attention from Daddy?”
“Yes,” I say on a half-moan, half-sob, nodding.
“Take your pants off. And your underwear.”
Excitement rushes through me, making my pulse whoosh in my ears. Immediately, my hands fly to the button of my jeans, and with shaking fingers, I manage to undo it, push the zipper down, and wriggle out of my jeans and panties, shoving my shoes off, too. My clothes land in a heap on the floor of the Town Car. I’m naked from the waist down, and I feel deliciously exposed. Goosebumps dance up my legs, and I can feel just how wet I am.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. He wraps his arm around me, pulling me against his side, then starts tracing circles on my bare thigh. “Now spread your legs. Nice and wide for Daddy.”
I feel like I’m about to combust. My heart is pounding wildly in my chest, and my skin is impossibly hot. I obey, parting my thighs until my pussy is fully exposed, glistening and swollen. I lean back against Jake, my back pressed to his side. His hand slips easily between my spread legs, and he drags the tips of his fingers up and down my slit. He groans and pets my clit in slow, teasing strokes.
“You have the prettiest little clit, Cammie. I love the way it swells and peeks out from under its hood. A pretty pink bud, just waiting to be played with.” He circles my clit with a feather-light, barely there touch that has me chasing his hand with my hips. “I love how it feels against my fingers,” he says, brushing back and forth across it with his fingertips. “I love how it feels on my tongue.” He strokes his thumb over my rapidly swelling clit, petting it in a downward motion. I’m sweating, senseless, thighs shaking. “Does that feel good, sweetheart? Spreading your legs and letting Daddy play with this needy clit?”
I whimper and nod. “So good. Don’t stop, please.”
“You’re such a good girl, Cammie. So sweet and submissive for me. You’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you?”
I nod again, my head feeling too heavy for my neck. “Yes. Anything.”
He rewards me by rubbing my clit in slightly faster, firmer circles. Heat coils low in my belly, and my hips undulate. I’m melting, coming apart. Scenery passes by in a blur out the window, but I can’t focus on it. All of my attention is on the fire between my legs.
“This is mine to play with, isn’t it?” he asks, rubbing his palm over my entire pussy before returning his attention to my clit, stroking it between his thumb and index finger. “This sweet little clit is all mine. I own it.”
I nod, eyelids heavy with pleasure as he strokes me so perfectly.
“Say it, Cammie,” he growls, giving my clit a soft pinch that makes me gasp.
“You own this clit,” I breathe, the words making me feel both dirty and cherished at the same time.
