Page 77 of Already At Risk
My finger only grazed my clit the first pass through. Iinhaled sharply at the taste of pleasure, and Cameron made a low moaning sound, like I was touching him, too. It only spurred me on, making me increase the pressure the second time, dragging my finger through my pussy with a sensual groan. I bucked my hips, and Cameron’s hands moved to my thighs, holding me open, like he was afraid I’d close him off from seeing me.
“Again,” he insisted, and this time, I swirled my finger around my clit, tossing my head back at the jolt of fire, from the spreading of heat that spread through my body.
“Is that what you were doing the other night?” Cameron probed, and I nodded, thinking about our phone call, thinking about Cameron’s grunts and groans, the rustling of sheets that told me he was frantically stroking himself, too. Would he let me see that? I wanted to see that, wanted to see him. He still wore his slacks and dress shirt, though the top buttons were open and his sleeves rolled up.
“Were you about to come like this?” he followed up with, and I shook my head this time.
The clitoral stimulation—as good as it was—hadn’t quite been enough. I’d needed?—
“No, not like this,” he said softly, answering aloud for me. “You were about to come with your fingers in your cunt, pretending it was me.”
“Cameron,” I groaned at his words.
“You want it to be me, Natalie?” he asked, a lethal note to his tone, threatening deadly consequences if I wasn’t honest. “Want me inside you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
I’d doanythingat this point.
But Cameron didn’t give in yet. Instead, he murmured, “Were you good this week?” I felt his touch skirt around my clit, grazing my own fingers as he continued. “Did you listen to my directions? Or did you make yourself come?”
I started to nod but then shook my head frantically as Iabsorbed all his words. My comprehension was addled, seeming to lag, getting tangled in desire on the way to my brain.
“Which is it?” Cameron made a throaty noise, almost like a laugh, as he circled my entrance. “Were you a good girl?” He slid a finger inside me, causing me to gasp, before pulling it back out. “Or were you naughty?”
“I was good,” I promised.
God, I should be mortified by how fast the words fell out of my mouth.
“I know.” Cameron’s quick confidence in me filled me with a ridiculous amount of pride. So silly, I knew that, but also sosatisfying. Especially as he began pressing his finger deeper and deeper with every moment that ticked by, filling me with a tantalizingly slow pace. “You’re so good, Natalie. I knew you’d listen.”
“Yes,” I sighed, canting my hips to try to find more of him. He was stretching me in a way I barely remembered, and I knew it was only a precursor for what was to come. But already, I felt myself quivering around his fingers, needy for the way he took up space in my body.
All week, I’d beendyingfor this.
“Oh, you’re tight, aren’t you?” His hoarse voice had a dazed quality to it. “So wet and tight and perfect.Fuck.”
“Been,” I panted. “A while.”
“We’re going to fix that, Sunshine.”
All I could do was toss my head back and gasp as Cameron thrust his fingers into me fully, taking me by surprise and delight. Because it wassogood—oh, soverygood.
“Keep touching yourself while I make you come,” he demanded, right before he pulled his fingers from my cunt and then pierced them back inside, making me arch up from the perfectly sweet assault of his touch.
Cameron let out a husky, delicious chuckle and used a hand to press me back into the bed, settling right over my lower stomach. He anchored me against the blankets and then fingered me again, rougher,andoh?—
I could feel him. Inside me.Allthe way inside me. I hadn’t felt anyone like this in…solong.
“Natalie,” Cameron grunted, and I realized I’d stopped my own movements, too distracted by his.
I flicked my finger over my clit again and immediately melted from the combination of Cameron’s thrusting and my delicate pressure.
“Mm,” Cameron hummed, a familiar sound. “That’s my girl.”
His praise washed over me, and then he curled his fingers, pressed down harder on my stomach, and found a spot inside me that I’d never been able to reach without help, and ohGod?—
“Cameron!” I cried, and he did it again, harder, more insistent, and my body trembled, feeling unable to hold in my emotions, the pure bliss, any longer. It was…I didn’t evenknow.
