I step back and speed-walk to the door.
Kameron is right on my heels, closing the door and locking it behind him.
My rapid heart rate pounds in my ears.
He grabs my arm, pulling me back into his embrace. Not missing a beat as he slams his full lips onto mine, stealing the air right out of my lungs. The whole bar dissipates, and it feels like it’s just him and me. Taking every breath I have left in my lungs, but I don’t need oxygen anymore as long as he keeps kissing me like this. We are sloppy, or maybe it is just me and my inexperience.
Either way, he doesn’t seem to care. I repeat what he did earlier, gliding my tongue against his bottom lip for him to consume me again. He understands, opening up for me. His tongue sweeps over mine, and I let out a sound I have never made in front of anyone before, a moan. I feel embarrassed, my cheeks heating up even more.
He must notice because he pulls away just enough before saying, “Keep making those sounds. Let me know you like it.”
My core lights up brighter. I have to squeeze my thighs together to ease the throbbing. The seam of my jeans rubs at my center, and I gasp.
Kameron’s hands lower to my thighs, sweeping me up so that my legs wrap around his waist. The need fills me, andI grind against him, not knowing anything could feel this good. Until he slams me against the wall.
Holding me with one hand, he pops the button of my jeans open, pulling the zipper down. His lips never leaving mine.
I buck my hips again.
“Do you need me to make you feel good, gorgeous?”
His voice vibrates against my mouth.
For a moment, I stay silent, continuing our kiss.
I don’t know if I should tell him I have never done something like this before. I mean, I know what I like when I do it to myself, but to have someone do it to me... for me. I’m not sure if it’s something people tell each other.
Not knowing what to say, I just nod as I keep my lips locked with his.
His fingertips brush the seam of my jeans as they glide down in the front of my pants. Sliding above my panties.
I almost stop him, but the minute he starts to circle my swollen clit, I lose my whole thought process. The tension instantly rises in my core, and my arousal soaks the fabric of my panties even more.
He pulls away to keep my back against the wall. “Already so wet. God, your pussy is all ready for me, huh?” With his other arm supporting me, he keeps his fingers on my clit. He slows down his pace, and I whine at the loss. “You want more, baby?”
I nod again.
I want to feel his fingers on my bare skin. My underwear is driving me crazy as it keeps the barrier between us.
“No, no, no. I need to hear you say it.” Kameron presses hard on my clit, and I yelp at how much it winds me up again.
“Y-Yes, I w-want m-m-ore,” I say, his rhythm picking up.
“Manners, Elliott. Use your manners.”
“Pl-Please. Kameron, I want more,” I moan.
When he swings me around to sit on the sink, my back presses against the mirror behind me, all while his hand never moves from my wet center.
He pulls at the top of my jeans, getting it just past my ass. Cold porcelain meets my thighs, and he runs his finger down my slit. I let my head fall back, and he teases my entrance. His thumb returns to my clit.
“I need you to look at me.”
I do as I am told, our eyes locking onto each other’s gaze when he slips one finger into me. My mouth falls open as he stretches me. He watches my face, his breath growing deeper. How does his finger feel this big? His eyes hood as he pushes it all the way in until he hits the base of his knuckles.
I wiggle my hips, wanting him to move his hands, to make me experience what it’s like to have someone inside me.
“Fucking hell, Elliott. You feel so fucking tight.” He brings his finger out a little and slams it back into me.
