Page 92 of Cougar

He raises his brows.

“I was a virgin until Marcus.”

Cam’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head. “But you were with Chris for years.”

I shrug. “I wasn’t ready, and then he cheated on me.”

“He was an idiot.”

“Yeah. He was,” I agree.

“So it’s only been Marcus… andme?”

“Yes.” I hop out of the truck and close the door.

Cam rolls down the passenger window. “The caveman in me wants to beat my chest, throw you over my shoulder and take you back to my bed.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “Good night, Cam.”

“Good night, babe.” He winks and drives off.

Emerson

The sound of hangers sliding across the rails echoes from deep inside Jay’s closet.

“Jay, I was thinking of throwing together a little dinner party before homecoming,” I call out as I flip through one of her fashion magazines. “You can invite your friends and their parents if they want. Nothing too heavy, maybe some finger foods. I think it would be nice if everyone could get together for pictures.”

She walks over to the seating area carrying a handful of dresses. “Harper, every single one of these is brand new with the tags.”

“Surely you two can find something in there to wear for homecoming.”

“Heck yeah,” Harper agrees as she helps Jay hang them on the hook next to the three-way mirror.

“I should probably go through these and donate the ones I don’t want. Maybe I should call Lexi over and see if she wants to go through them. No reason to let them just hang around unworn.”

“Good idea.” I smile. “What do you think about the dinner party idea?”

“Sounds good,” she calls over her shoulder just as she disappears back inside the rows of her closet.

* * *

Cam

The bed dips and something soft brushes against my lips. My eyes instantly pop open, meeting two bright green ones. “Good morning,” Emerson purrs, rolling her hips and grinding down on my dick covered by a thin sheet.

Goddamn right it is.

She straightens and I let out an audible groan as my eyes trail over her naked body.Please don’t let this be a dream, and if it is, don’t fucking wake me.

She scoots backward, pulling the sheet down, and my cock bobs between us, hard and ready. She licks her lips as she wraps her petite fingers around the base and leans in, sucking me into her mouth. My eyes roll to the back of my head as my hands instinctively slip into her hair. With each dip of her head, she takes me a little farther into her mouth until my moans bounce off the bare walls.

“Em,” I pant, giving her hair a little tug. “Get up here and ride me.”

She gives one last pull of my cock before releasing it with a pop, then moves to straddle my hips. Our eyes lock as she slowly sinks down on me, her hands on my chest, steadying herself as she rises and then slowly slides back down. I move my hands to her hips, guiding her until she finds her rhythm and begins to move faster. Leaning forward, she bears down, rolling her hips and grinding her clit against my pelvis. Foreheads pressed together, we pant into each other’s mouths, our tongues teasing.

“Cam,” she breathes over my lips, and I know she’s ready to come. I slide my hands from her hips to her ass, my fingers digging into her cheeks as I pump into her. She stills, her thighs squeezing me, her inner muscles contracting when she cries out.

Rolling Emerson to her back, my hands still gripping her ass, I drive back into her, hard and punishing. Our gasps and moans echo around the room. That familiar tingling of pleasure zips up my spine and through my limbs, and I come with a loud groan.

---