Chapter Twenty-Three

Cameron

My dick was rock hard, angling to get inside the woman draped over my body, my tongue plunging deep inside her mouth. I couldn’t get close enough. I needed more. In the back of my mind, I heard that little voice telling me to step back. I ignored it. I was too far gone to stop myself from taking what was freely being offered.

“I have to have you,” I groaned, ripping the button of her jeans open before pushing down the zipper and jerking them over her hips, grabbing her panties as I moved.

The smell of her arousal fed my passion as I bent down to strip her jeans over her legs. I inhaled her musky scent and nearly exploded right there in my pants. She was just as desperate as I was and used one foot to push the jeans over one ankle before moving to the next and kicking them away. I got to work unbuttoning my own jeans, shimmying out of them with record speed.

My hand reached between her legs, cupping her pussy as I kissed her again. I ground the heel of my hand against her, making her moan against my mouth.

“Fuck me. What do you do to me?” I said, my voice harsh with desire.

I ran a finger over her slit, barely touching her. She sucked in a breath, pulling my tongue deeper into her mouth, her fingertips digging into my shoulders as I probed inside her sheath.

“You’re so wet,” I groaned. “How are you so fucking wet already?”

“You. You make me hot,” she mumbled against my lips.

I stroked her, hard and fast, shoving my finger in deeper and pushing in until my knuckles were pressed hard against her.

“I’m going to fuck you right here. I’ve got to have your body. I love your body,” I whispered in her ear before clamping my mouth down over her neck and sucking hard.

A throaty little moan escaped her mouth as her juices creamed over my finger inside her.

“That’s it. You come, baby. I’m going to make you come so hard you can’t stand.”

Her head fell forward, and her teeth clamped down on my shoulder while she rode out the climax with barely a sound escaping her mouth.

I spun her around, pushed her face to the counter, and probed inside her again with my sticky, wet finger.

“Hold on tight,” I warned her a split second before I thrust my engorged cock inside her.

I groaned as the sensations washed over me. I had been looking at her all night, thinking about this exact moment, but nothing was as good as the real thing. My hand was on the back of her neck, holding her in place with her stomach flat against my kitchen island. Her feet were barely touching the floor as I pushed in a little higher, pulling a little yelp from her mouth.

“Shh,” I hissed. “Not a sound. Are you holding on?”

Her head bobbed up and down, her hands on either side of the countertop, gripping it so tight her knuckles were white. The scene made me feel virile. I pushed her shirt up, exposing her back before unsnapping the bra strap.

“Pull your shirt off,” I ordered, removing my hand from the back of her neck.

She struggled to move with me deep inside her, pushing her against the edge of the counter. Her movements squeezed my dick tight, and she froze at one point when her body came off the counter and the angle shifted my dick inside her.

I heard her release a moan through closed lips, her arms stretched high above her with her shirt pulled midway up. I reached around and grabbed one tit, squeezing and kneading hard, then soft, pinching the nipple between my finger and thumb.

“Oh god,” she said on an exhale.

I was shocked to feel her juices cascading over my dick buried inside her.

“Again, baby? Again?” I said, pumping into her and drawing out her climax.

Her body was stiff as her pussy muscles contracted around my dick.

She slumped forward, pulling her shirt off the rest of the way. Now, I was feeling even more powerful. Twice in the span of five minutes had to be a new record. I loved that she was so hot for me. I was making her orgasm over and over. It was making me heady and drove me on to do it again.

I reached out and grabbed her arms, putting her hands back on the edge of the counter and telling her without words I was about to fuck her hard enough that she better hold on to keep from sliding across the smooth counter.

I thrust hard, pulled out, and thrust in again, causing the air to whoosh from her lungs with the force. Her hands gripped the edges of the counter, and my own gripped her hips, preparing to pound into her body with the fervor pushing me forward.

The slapping sound of our bodies touching with each thrust was like music to my ears. I found a rhythm and kept pumping until I felt her body stiffen. I smiled, knowing I had pushed her to the edge once again. I didn’t stop thrusting, pushing right over that peak. Her open hand slapped the counter as her body jerked with the next orgasm.

I slowed my body and pulled out, turning her around to face me so I could take her mouth with mine. I was breathing so hard, I was barely able to stay standing upright.

“You didn’t finish,” she whispered, reaching down and grabbing my dick in her tight little fist.

“Because I’m not done with you yet.”

She looked up at me, and I saw the passion flare in her eyes. I dropped my hands to her hips and in one swoop lifted her and deposited her on the counter. That surprised her. I opened her legs and stepped between them. Her hands moved to my hair, pushing it back and away from my face where it had fallen during my violent thrusting.

“You’re amazing,” she whispered before slowly kissing me.

I reached around to stroke her back tenderly as her hands cupped my face, holding me right where she wanted me. I pulled my mouth away and dropped it to her breasts, kissing and suckling, letting my blood return to a slow simmer from the boiling point it had been at a few minutes ago.

My hand drifted south, parting her folds once again, preparing her for another round and I hoped another orgasm. I slid one finger in, working her pussy until she was wet and ready. I loved feeling her body and slid a second finger inside her, watching as I did so. I could see her juices glistening on my fingers as I pushed in and out.

I heard her moan and looked up. Her head was back as she languished under my ministrations.

“Scarlett,” I said, grabbing her attention.

She looked at me, questioning me with her eyes.

“Watch me. Watch me make you come,” I told her.

A flash of pink stained her cheeks. She was shy. I liked that.

“Watch,” I said, holding her gaze, forcing her to look down between her legs. I held up my finger before circling around her hole and gently pushing inside. I heard her gasp, and she looked up once again.

“Don’t watch me; watch me fuck your pussy with my finger,” I said, my voice harsh with need.

She nodded. “Okay.”

I barely heard the word. I slid my finger in and out a few times before pulling it out and pushing in two fingers. Her body jerked forward, taking my fingers deeper inside as she moaned low in her throat.

“That’s it. Keep watching,” I ordered, looking up to make sure she was doing what I told her.

I rolled the pad of my thumb over the hard nub exposed by her stretched opening. Her thighs tried to close with me locked between her legs. I rubbed harder, pushing my fingers in deep.

“Oh god,” she said. “Don’t stop. Please, god, don’t stop.”

I rubbed the nub hard, pulling my fingers out to stroke her clit, bringing her to her most violent orgasm yet. While she was still convulsing, I used my hand to guide my dick to her pussy and slid in, the passage difficult with her spasming pussy squeezing my dick.

“Damn, girl, you are fucking amazing,” I told her, thrilled to be with a woman who was so responsive to my commands and, most importantly, my touch.

I pushed in, pulled her closer to the edge of the counter, and let myself bask in the warmth of her body before it became too much and I was forced to seek out my own need. I felt my orgasm start somewhere in my toes before spiraling up and out as I pumped into her body. Her face was buried in the side of my neck as I jerked with the last aftershocks of my own orgasm.

I slowly stepped away from her and helped her off the counter. She stumbled a little, and I reached out to steady her.

“You okay?”

She nodded. “A little light-headed.”

I grinned. “You’re welcome.”

She looked at me and rolled her eyes. “Arrogant much?”

I leaned down and kissed her. “Don’t I have a right to be?”

She slapped at my chest and reached down to grab her panties. “Ouch,” she hissed.

“What? Are you okay?”

She grabbed her panties and was sliding them on when she looked at me. “I’m not going to tell you. I don’t want to feed your ego.”

I had no idea what she was talking about.

She grabbed her jeans and was sliding them on when she winced again.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked, suddenly feeling like total shit, the afterglow fading out as fast as a shooting star.

“No. Just a little sore. I don’t think a person is supposed to have that many orgasms in a single hour, or day for that matter.”

I felt my chest puff up with pride. “I want to say I’m sorry, but I’m not. I enjoyed it too much.”

“Me too,” she said, reaching for her bra and shirt. She slipped the shirt on, carrying the bra in her hand.

“Stay,” I whispered.

She looked at me and shook her head. “Nope. I’m not staying even if you beg me to.”

“Why not? You’ve stayed before,” I protested.

“We’re only faking the engaged thing. We don’t have to pretend when no one’s looking.”

“This has nothing to do with that.”

She shrugged a shoulder. “Good night, Cam. Thanks for the random sex in the kitchen. That was different.” She went up on her toes and kissed me before walking toward the front door and leaving without another word.

I stared at the door. “What the fuck?”

I thought we had just shared something pretty damn amazing. She had gone from smoking hot to ice cold with the flip of a switch. I actually felt like I had just been used. I certainly didn’t mind the using, but it felt wrong.

The woman was going to make me crazy. I couldn’t put the blame entirely on her shoulders. We had been doing this weird push-pull thing, with me doing most of the back and forth. I wanted her, but I didn’t want a relationship. I wanted her, but not the baggage that came with her.

I picked up my clothes, locked the door, turned out the lights, and headed to bed alone. It was probably for the best. I knew that. Unfortunately, every time I saw her, I forgot all about the reasons I needed to keep my distance.