Page 49 of Caught in the Middle

When she tilted her head towards him, their eyes connecting, he was sure his heart leaped right out of his chest and into her hands.

“Do your worst,” she whispered.

Cam let go of the pent-up breath he’d been holding, and before he moved his hand any further, he allowed his lower half to go closer to Emma, letting her know just how much he was enjoying himself.

Emma’s breath left her in a whoosh at the hardness pressed against her backside. If she could move, she knew she’d lean into it. Her entire body begged for it.

Instead, every part of her tightened in response to Cam’s hand turning over, moving lower, feeling like she was going to be dripping molten lava into this ocean at the feel of his fingers moving her bikini bottoms to the side as he swiped a finger through the length of her folds.

It took everything in him not to groan at how wet she was, and this ocean had nothing to do with it. He was vaguely aware that the conversation had somehow turned to Asher telling a story from the time he and his friends went on a spring break trip. He didn’t give a shit what happened on that trip. He only cared about Emma and satisfying her every want.

His cock jumped the moment he drove his finger inside her and felt her insides restrict around him. If he thought the muscles he could see were his favorite, he’d be wrong. Cam slid his finger in and out before adding to it.

Emma wasn’t sure if she’d be able to hold herself up on this float much longer if Cam kept it up. It took everything in her to refrain from moaning at how good it felt. Who knew being fingered could be so damn invigorating? She didn’t know if it was the fact that it was happening so close to other people or simply the knowledge that Cam was burying part of his hand into her while his dick was trying to plunge a hole into her back that turned her on more.

“I think I’m ready to lay out and read,” Lauren said. “I could go for a snack.”

“Me too. I’ll go up with you.” Asher was leaning on her raft but stood as though it was decided.

“We’ll be up in a bit,” Cam said before Emma could respond, his hand never losing its precious rhythmic touch. He leaned forward, placing a light kiss on Emma’s shoulder. “If you think you’re following them out of here, you have another thing coming.” He felt her tighten around him at that, and the smug satisfaction went straight to his cock.

Emma was about to respond, but she felt Cam’s hand rush away from her and his legs let her go as he once again spun her float around, except this time to face him. He was giving her a smile that made her nipples threaten to rip through her top as he grabbed her legs and pulled them around his waist.

With the float’s edge in between them, Emma could do nothing but hold on to it and stare at him. He didn’t say a word as she felt both of his hands go to the waist of her bottoms and slowly maneuver them down enough to where she felt the water lapping at where his hand had been earlier.

She raised a brow calmly, though her insides were anything but calm.

The right side of his mouth ticked up as he said, “I don’t leave things unfinished.” Then his thumb found her clit and began in sweet circles that had Emma arching against the back of the float. Now that Cam didn’t need to look innocent, his other hand went to her lower back to hold her in place against him, fully aware his arousal was still jutting toward her, begging for its turn.

The big guy was going to have to wait, because it was her turn right now, and Cam planned to keep it that way.

Emma didn’t mean to make her pleasure so obvious, but there was no denying what she wanted and how good it felt. As Cam’s thumb continued, his fingers slid back in, although much deeper from this angle and she popped up, her mouth opening in ecstasy.

She wished she could touch him, grab onto him, kiss him, anything. She so badly wanted to taste those lips of his, but this damn float was in the way. She was half tempted to let the ocean have it but she didn’t feel like explaining it to Lulu or anyone else for that matter. Instead, she gave herself to the pumping of his hand, those blue eyes a fierce shade of hunger that made her entire body constrict.

“Mmm.” Cam’s voice was hoarse. “You have no idea how badly I want you to do that around my cock.”

Her voice was throaty and breathless. “What’s stopping you?”

His breathing had grown deep, his penis straining at the trunks containing it. “I don’t want the first time I’m inside you to be in the ocean. I want to remember this moment as the time I made you come all over my hands amongst the fish in the sea.”

The fact that he was so confident he’d be replacing his fingers with his cock at some point only drove her further toward the edge.

Cam’s eyes roamed over what portions of her body he could see between the water and that damn float. He wanted to be covering her with his mouth, taste those pebbled nipples. For now, he slowed his pumping and reached the other hand up beneath her top, finding the swell of her breast and pinching down on the hard nipple.

Emma let out a whimper and felt the flex of his cock under the water. She let one hand leave the float and drift beneath the water, finding his shaft as hard as stone, wrapping her fingers around its length through his trunks. Cam’s entire body tensed. He let her nipple go and wrapped his hand around her wrist, his other hand stilling at her vagina.

She raised a brow. “You can give but can’t take?”

“I’m very good at taking,” he responded, the roughness of his voice not unnoticed. “But right now is about you.”

“Why?” she breathed.

“Because I want to watch you come undone right here in front of all these people.”

The beach was far from quiet, even if they were now out here somewhat by themselves in the deeper parts of the water. Still, there were people everywhere.

“Do you like doing dirty things in public?” Emma asked, extremely aware of the throbbing between her legs begging for him to keep going.

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