Page 64 of Already At Risk
“I’m right here, baby,” he said, but his voice sounded more labored. Like this was taking more out of him than he wasmaybe ready to admit. “Just tell me how it feels. Please, I need to know.”
“Sogood.”
“Mm,” Cameron moaned. “You’re soaked, aren’t you?”
“Soaked,” I assured him. My fingers were coated with my arousal, with the evidence of how badly I wanted him, lost in my dazed imagination.
“Jesus Christ,” he grunted and then continued to pant in a way that made me want to know more, wanted to imagine him, wishing I could see him, right now. He was always in those suits, but I wanted to see what he looked like when his shirt was unbuttoned, and his jacket thrown off, and his pants zipped down, bunched around his hips.
“And you?” I managed.
This was a two-way street, and suddenly, I needed to know.
“Sofuckinghard for you,” he said without hesitation, his voice cutting through me like steel.
“Are you?—?”
“Yes,” he bit out before I could even finish the question. “Natalie, I’ve had my cock in my fist since before I picked up the phone. All I’ve been able to do all day is think about you and hope you’d call.”
Oh my God.
Just the thought of that alone sent me down an entirely new spiral, heat spiking between my legs, my movements becoming more frantic in response.
“You’re going to do something for me, Natalie,” he continued, gravelly and deep.
“Anything.”
I’d do just about anything he asked me to do right now, which was exactly the point. I didn’t have to think. All I had to do was listen to Cameron. His voice, the grunts of his movement, his commands. Whatever he wanted,Iwanted. I had no idea how it worked, but it did.
“You’re going to slide your fingers into your sweetcunt,” he directed, and I immediately obeyed, letting my hand fall further down between my legs. “And imagine it’s me inside you, filling you. Got it?”
I groaned in response, feeling the stretch of my fingers and thinking of what it might be like to have him there instead. It had been so long since I’d experienced any kind of satisfying pleasure from anyone other than myself, and just the thought that he might be able to give me that. No, Iknewhe’d be able to give me that. AndGod, it sent me reeling.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “That’s perfect. You’re so perfect.” Cameron’s breaths were ragged, cutting through me with every inhale and exhale. Palpable, even through the phone. “Youfeelso perfect. It’s so good being inside you, isn’t it?”
The desperation of his tone made me think that he was close, and fuck, so was I. This pressure inside me, it felt like it had been building forsolong. Soverylong. And I just needed—I needed a release from it.
All I could do was whimper and pant, unable to form coherent words to respond to Cameron.
“I know, baby. I know it’s good.”
The sound of his voice, so soft but so knowing and assertive like that, was going to send me over the edge.
I was hanging there, on the precipice, when Cameron cut in again.
“But now you’re going to do something else for me, Natalie.”
“Yeah?” I gasped, feeling all my nerve endings tighten, seconds from coming undone.
“You’re going to stop,” he directed, and my lips parted, confused why he’d say that when I wassoclose to reaching somethingsogood. “You’re going to take your fingers out of your pretty pussy, and you’re not going to touch it again until the next time I see you.”
He couldn’t be serious. I slowed my movements but didn’t stop, couldn’t quite get myself to.
“But—”
“Now, Natalie,” he cut in, low-pitched and demanding.
And I stopped, rolling over with a whimper.
