Page 36 of Honey Pot

“Answer me, Clementine.” The words were strangled as he bit down on my shoulder and sent shockwaves through me.

“All night,” I groaned as he dipped a finger into me, and I removed my hand to let him work. His lips roved over my hot skin, sneaking closer to my mouth. “No,” I turned away, “No kissing.”

A barrier to protect what shred of dignity and willpower I had left.

A boundary set to keep me from losing myself again.

Cael pulled his hand from the front of my jeans and flipped me around, pressing my back against the cool metal of the stall.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded. “Look at me and tell me no.”

I opened my eyes. He was so close that I could smell the difference between the sweat that rolled off of him and the laundry soap from his shirt. Little pieces of his dirty blond hair stuck to his neck, and the collar of his shirt was wet from all his dancing. Cael’s blue eyes followed me as I traced over those features, trying to find the boy I knew buried beneath this cocky, rude man that stood before me.

“No.” I cocked my head to the side. “Either follow my rules and finish the job or get out, Cael, and I’ll do it myself.”

“You’ll do it to the thoughts of my tongue in places that used to make you blush.” He tucked his mouth against my throat and sucked gently, whispering the words just loud enough to hear them over the muffled sounds of music and screaming.

“I don’t blush anymore.” I leaned against the stall, pushing my hips toward him. “Better hurry before we’re interrupted.”

“I want them to hear you,” he moaned and returned the friction with his own hips, rock hard beneath his jeans.

A rough growl left my lips in protest, the thought of someone walking in making my temperature rise.Two can play the game you’ve started, Cael. I’m not that nervous inexperienced girl you used to know.

“Scream for me?” He teased.

“Earn it.” I let my leg fall open and he smiled. “And do it before I get bored of this.”

“Patience, Plum.” The nickname made my toes curl in my shoes, and I swallowed down the urge to break my only rule. “I know she’s in there, you know,” he said quietly, pressing his hand back into my jeans. “That scared little girl, too afraid to take what she wanted. But I’ll admit, I do like the version of you thatbites.”

“Liar,” I moaned.

Cael’s fingers curled into my core and brushed all the nerves deep inside. He pumped his hand faster, working the sensitive areas with a smirk on his face. He worked hard to keep to himself, ghosting over my lips but never touching them. He was enticing and intoxicating.

His hand raked over my throat as the main bathroom door swung open, and two guys stumbled in. Mischievous thoughts flickered across his blue eyes, and he rubbed the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip before slipping it into my mouth.

Cael worked me open, sliding in another finger and dragging a rough whimper from my throat that echoed into the open bathroom.

“Do you hear that man?” One of the guys mumbled.

“Give them a show, Plum,” Cael demanded, and I couldn’t deny the violent lust that dripped from his words.

Crying out in pleasure, begging him to move faster, he listened.

“You can do better than that,” I mumbled and sucked his thumb into my mouth.

“Holy shit, man,” one of the men whispered, and feet shuffled around in the bathroom.

Cael reacted to the challenge instantly. Thrusting faster, his grip on me became feral. His thumb worked at my clit and pulled a stream of moans and begging from me. My cheeks burned as my body pushed up against the bathroom stall and onto my tip toes.

“Cael,” I panted as he sank even deeper. The rings on his fingers rubbed against me, sending a thousand tiny sparks into my stomach where a fire had already raged. “Cael, don’t stop,” I begged louder.

“Atta boy, Cody!” A hand banged against the door.

Cael laughed before kissing a line down my neck. His tongue lapped at the sweat that beaded in the hollow of my throat. He circled my swollen clit with his thumb and bit down on the swell of my breast.

“Come for me, Clementine,” he mumbled, his thumb still pressed flat against my tongue as he kissed the sore spot where his teeth had marked.

My walls fluttered around his fingers, and the coil that wound deep in the pit of my stomach snapped at his words. I gripped his hips, digging my nails into whatever skin I could find to keep myself steady as he worked every last drop of pleasure from my exhausted body.

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