Page 63 of Playmaker

“My mom made sure I wasn’t an idiot,” he adds, seeming to read my thoughts.

I’m speechless as he rinses me off, and once the water runs clear, his hand slips between my thighs. “Is this what you wanted?” he asks. “My fingers on your pretty little clit?”

“Ohgod.” I moan when he speeds his fingers up. My body squirms for more friction, desperate, but his forearm is like a band of solid steel around my stomach, holding me captive.

“Is your pussy throbbing for me yet?” he continues. “Your clit is so swollen from what we did yesterday that I’m surprised you’re able to handle this.”

“I don’t care if it hurts,” I somehow manage to choke out. “I want you.”

“Oh, you do?” His cock slides up and down against my backside, teasing and taunting while I bite down on my bottom lip.

“Please,”I beg.

Despite how hard he’s trying to remain calm, cool, and collected, I can tell he’s losing patience too. His breathing is labored in my ear, and the circles against my clit aren’t as precise as usual. “If I fuck you in this shower, I’m not going to use a condom,” he pants.

“I’m on the pill.” There’s no use going into detail about my heavy periods right now because, ew. What a way to dampen the mood.

Cameron doesn’t ask questions. Instead, he plunges a finger inside of me, and my cry of bliss echoes off the wall of the shower. “Still, I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom, butyou. . .” He laughs against my neck, the added vibration nearly sending me to the brink of no return. “You’re always so wet for me, baby. It’d be such a damn shame if I didn’t get to feel you completely, right?”

I nod, at a loss for words. One finger going inside of me is painful enough, and the second he adds two, he peers down at my face, droplets of water bouncing off his curls and trailing down my chest. “I won’t be upset if you want to stop,” he reassures. “I know it was your first time last night.”

“I want you,” I pant breathlessly.“Please.”

Water keeps getting in my eyes, but I blink the droplets away and spin to face him. His abs are glistening, making him like some sort of Greek god, and after he finds whatever reassurance he needs, he picks me up so that my legs are wrapped around his waist and pushes me against the wall.

The coolness of the tiles does nothing to douse the fire coursing through my veins.

Then he kisses me, and all of my worries disappear. His hands support my ass while he holds me in place, and I’m so distracted and wrapped up in his kiss that I gasp when he suddenly slips inside of me, the burning sensation from yesterday coming back all at once.

“Oh my god.” My head falls against the tiles, eyes fluttering shut, but when I blink them open, Cameron’s gaze softens over me, that same flicker of emotion he wore moments ago coming out to play again.

“Holyfuck.” He inhales deeply, attempting to gain control of himself. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

“I’m fine,” I blurt, desperate for more. I’m filled to the brim, and yet it’s not enough. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of him.

When he begins to move, I quickly realize this position makes it far deeper than the one last night. I cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Heaven and hell. It hurts but feelssodamn good.

“You’re so vocal,” he says with a smirk, but his smile fades when he thrusts his hips again. “Fuck, Maddie. You feel fucking incredible.” Picking up his speed, he plunges in and out, each time seeming deeper than the last. Soon enough, the burning sensation fades, and all I feel is him.

His thrusts become harder until his hips are pounding against mine, giving every single inch of himself to me. Water slaps from the movement, spraying off our bodies, and the heat from the steam doesn’t come close to what’s brewing between us.

“You. Feel. So. Good,” he grunts between gritted teeth. I cry out, sinking my nails into the tops of his shoulders as I try to hold on to something—anything—while he fucks me into submission.

My orgasm is building, right on the fucking cusp of spiraling out of control, when he says, “Pleasecome for me, baby. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

His pleading unlocks the dam I’ve been holding back, and with two more thrusts, I’m screaming his name before the world gets blurry and I see stars. My legs shake against him while he holds me in place, and when I try to wind down from my orgasm, he pulls out and strokes his release into the running water. I’m fascinated at the sight of his one hand placed against the tile, his other stroking his cock while his head is thrown back and his mouth is parted. He’s a fucking dream, and he’s mine.

All mine.

After he shakes out his wet curls, he laughs and says, “Jesus, Maddie. When I think it can’t get better, it does.”

“Are you saying that just because it’s my first time and you don’t want me to feel insecure?”

He tilts his head to the side, studying me. “You think I’d do that?”

“Well,no, but you’ve slept with a lot of girls, Cam. I’m not mad about it, but I’m new at this and inexperienced. You’ve probably had plenty of girls work their magic on you in ways you’d never imagined. I’m not them.”

“No, you’re not.” He dips his head to catch my eyes. “And that makes you all the more special.” Reaching around me to turn off the water, he steps out and grabs a fluffy towel and passes it over to me. “If you really want to know, that was my first time having shower sex.”

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