Page 70 of A Not So Prince Charming

Cam sat on the bench in the water before pulling me on top of him, letting my legs straddle his lap. I was all-too aware of how the only thing separating our cores was the thin fabric of our swimsuits, but there was no hiding his erection as I rocked against him.

A small gasp escaped my lips as he nipped at my neck. His hands wrapped around my waist as I moved my hips again, desperate for relief, for the press of his body against mine.

Kissing a line down my throat, he sucked the sensitive skin there for a moment before moving down my collarbone, licking and biting at my skin as he went.

“Cam,” I groaned, already wanting more.

“I love the way you say my name,” he said, voice rough. His tongue circled my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. “Love these pretty pink nipples, too,” he said, lavishing them both with attention as his thumbs dug into my skin. He flattened his tongue as it dragged over my nipple before nipping it. “I’ve been thinking about them all the time, Princess.”

I threw my head back, losing myself in the sensation, even as I squirmed against his hold, desperate for more.

"What do you want, needy girl?” He asked, silencing me once more with the flick of his tongue against my neck. “Tell me what you need, so that I can give it to you.”

“I need you,” I said, repeating my words from earlier. “Inside me.”

His eyes were dark, pupils fully dilated as he bobbed his head. Burying his face in the crook of my neck, he inhaled—as if he was trying to commit my smell to memory, to absorb it into my system.

I slid my hand down his swim trunks, wrapping my hand around his long, thick cock.

“Ella,” he groaned as I pushed the fabric down, allowing him to spring free under the water.

I pumped his length with my hand, moving up and down in long, tight strokes. I wanted to taste him like he’d done for me, but given the reality of our situation, thought I’d better save that for another time.

Cam’s head hit the side of the pool as I continued like that, perched on his thighs, his hard erection at attention between us.

Too long. It had been too long. Why hadn’t we been doing this all semester?

Why had I ever left his bed?

I wiggled on his lap, eager to put him inside of me, when his hand clasped over the top of mine.

“Ella.” This time, his voice had a tone of warning, and it was like a shock to my system.

What was I doing? Oh, God. This wasn’t like me. I wasn’t normally this… brazen,bold. He brought it out of me, turned me into some sort of sexual creature that I didn’t even know.

I liked it, and yet, even then, I knew how bad of an idea it was to let him thrust inside of me here. With no protection, and… The haze of lust cleared from my eyes.

“I believe you promised me a bed next time,” I said into his ear, a seductive tone that I barely even recognized as my voice.

He groaned as his core brushed against mine once more before I climbed off of him, not even bothering to retie my swimsuit.

Bending down to retrieve my robe, I gave him a wink before heading back into the house, all too aware of the way my hips swayed as I walked back into the house. I was burning alive with heat, so much so that the cold nip of the air barely affected me.

“Good night, Charming,” I said, one last sway of my ass as I opened the door. “Sweet dreams.”

I’d meant to go back to my room. Had fully intended to shower the chlorine off of my body, and slide into the bed I’d be sharing with Audrey.

But then, why was I in Cameron’s room? On his bed?

He’d wrapped his hand around my wrist before I could enter the house. Had picked me up into his arms, my front pressed against his and my legs around his waist, before I could even blink.

Had carried me into his room, deposited me on the bed, which was probably the most comfortable one I’d ever laid on, and now stood, staring over the top of me. My robe was parted, letting my nipples peak out, and I knew all it would take was for him to remove my swim bottoms before he could slide inside of me.

“That’s better,” he murmured, his gaze seeming to linger on every element of my body, every aspect of my frame. “Fucking beautiful.”

He shed his swimsuit bottoms. I swallowed roughly as he padded over to the bed, his cock already half-erect between his thighs.

The sight wasn’t new, and yet it still affected me like it had the first time—knowing how much bigger he was, how much he would stretch my body.

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