Page 92 of SALT

Everett: I'm with the team.

Cameron: I know. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

I know he'll come, but to ensure it sooner than later. I hit below the belt.

Cameron: Never mind, I just saw Nash. I'll get him to help me.

Everett: I'd rather not go to jail today, Cameron.

Everett: I'm on my way.

"Shit, he's on his way. Go," I say as I take off toward the office.

He must have lied when he said he was on his way because, while I may have run up the stairs, it shouldn't take him this long to get to the office from the locker room. I consider sending him another text, but I left my phone across the room, and I'm already in position. I have no doubt that if I walk over to grab it off the table by the window, he'll walk through that door, and I don't want him to see any view other than the one I currently have set up. It's fucking hot, and he'll be in the doghouse, no questions asked, if he leaves me hanging as he did this morning.

The door opens, and he curses, "Fucking hell," before I hear the door slam shut and the lock turn. Got him. "Cameron, what the hell? What if someone else walked in and saw this?" I'm currently bent over his desk wearing nothing but blue heels, his Bulldogs jersey, and the plug he put in my ass this morning.

I don't break character. "But no one else did walk in. You did."

His hands skim up my cheeks. "You were going to let Nash help you with this?" he questions as he presses his fully clothed, hardening length against my ass. The sensation renders me speechless. Having this plug inside of me all morning has left me thoroughly aroused. I'm so worked up that I'm certain I could come from his dirty talk alone. He runs a thick digit through my slick core when I don't respond. "Answer me, sunshine."

"Ev, we both know there's no one else. I can't wait until tonight?—"

His finger dips inside of me, and I'm instantly done talking. I need him. I need him to make me come. "I don't have time for this. I want to take my time with you and this," he says, twisting the plug, "takes time. The game starts in an hour." I can hear the ache in his voice. "And I'm not prepared to take you this way. I don't have?—"

"This," I say, flipping the lid on a bottle of lube.

He presses into me again with a groan. "You're seriously trying to kill me. Wearing my fucking jersey nonetheless."

"Please, Ev," I beg as I push my ass into his groin.

"Cameron..." His hands glide over my hips.

"If you say no, I'll be forced to take care of myself on top of your desk."

I hear his belt loosen. "The fuck you will. You're mine. Your pleasure belongs to me." Without warning, his tip is at my entrance, and he shoves in hard. We both moan as his cock twitches deep. Weeks of vanilla don't compare to this angle. My thighs pressed into his desk, his weight at my back, his length fully seated, hitting the spot only he ever has. After he collects himself, he slams in hard again, pulling back teasingly slow. "My god, you're so fucking sexy." He twists the plug and pumps in hard. "Knowing I'm hitting that spot does things to me, sunshine. Do you feel it?"

"I feel you, Ev, and I want it." My hand reaches back to his thigh, where I squeeze. "I want this with you." I had my IUD taken out. The doctor suggested we abstain from sex for a week to avoid getting pregnant. Everett was gentle with me, only giving me oral sex for two days, scared I'd be sore from the procedure even though I told him I wasn't before he decided he couldn't take it anymore. I didn't make it easy on him either, wearing sexy lingerie to bed every night to taunt him, in hopes of getting him to cave. The vanilla sex we've been having since the accident is everything, but this angle puts him deep. He feels my cervix, and I know he wants to coat it. "You won't hurt me. I'm good, Ev. I promise."

His hands grip my hips, and he pumps me long and slow. "You want me to put a baby inside of you?"

"I'm already going to love you for the rest of my life. I'll love all the pieces of you."

His hands glide up my back before his lips kiss my shoulder. "You are the most beautiful gift I never saw coming. I want everything with you, Cameron Salt. But I'm selfish. I want you all to myself a little longer." He thrusts into me one more time before saying, "Hand me the lube, sunshine." He's still buried deep when he slowly pulls the plug out, and his index finger rims my tight hole. "You sure you still want me here?" When I subtly nod my agreement, he slips out and brings his tip to the place no man has ever been. I can't help but tense from the sensation. His hands glide up my sides under his jersey, and he cups my breasts. Bringing his lips to my ear, he whispers, "Relax, if it's too much, we stop. You're in control here." Those words were the right ones. I instantly relax into his touch. His fingers pinch my nipples before he releases my breasts, letting them fall back to the smooth surface of the desk. I hear the click of the lubricant lid before I feel oil drip between my cheeks. His thick tip drags between my cheeks, spreading the oil and coating his cock before coming back to my entrance. "This ass you've teased me with for years is mine." He dips inside of my pussy, and I instantly clench around him, my body begging for release. "So greedy," he growls, pushing in deep.

"Mmm," I moan as my hands grip the edge of the desk.

"Say it, sunshine. Say it's mine."

When I hesitate, he pulls out and slaps my pussy, and fuck if I don't need more. "It's yours, Ev."

"Only mine," he states as if I need a reminder after I teased him earlier. I instinctively tense up when he spreads my cheeks and slowly starts to push in. "Reach back and play with this pretty pussy." Snaking my hand between my thighs, I start rubbing slow circles over my bundle of nerves, and as I do, I feel myself relax, and what felt like an intrusion starts to feel pleasantly full. "You're doing so good, baby. So fucking good."

"More, Ev," I beg, desperate to have him like this. "You don't have to go slow. You won't hurt me." I know he's been scared to lose himself because of the hit I took to my head, but I want him to. I need him to.

"Fuck, sunshine. Do you know how hot it is listening to you beg for my cock?" I feel him fully seat himself, his thighs butting against mine before he says, "My god, don't move." He drapes himself over my back and kisses my neck, his breath heavy as he composes himself. "So, damn perfect." His short, ragged breaths against my neck make my skin pebble, and my nipples tighten with need. The hand he has on my breast notices, and he tweaks the hardened peak before saying, "I love how your body responds to me." He nips my ear before slowly retreating, running his hands down my waist, and digging his fingers into my hips just the way I like. "My god, I wish you could see how perfect you look wearing my jersey with my dick disappearing inside this tight ass." He slowly starts to increase his pace, his words loosening me.

I'm high off the way he's losing himself and how I'm the one that's making him feel good. I already know having sex in his office was a first for him, so I'm certain this is, too. His grunts and low moans of ecstasy as he slowly thrusts into me have me on edge. I move my fingers from my clit to my entrance and insert two.

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