I cry out. It hurts a little, but as he continues, the burn subsides, and moans escape me. As I begin to bounce against his hand, I meet him with every thrust.
He clasps his hand over my mouth. “While I love the sounds you are making with all of my fucking heart, I also don’t want anyone else to hear those sweet noises but me. Those are only for me.” He curls his finger in a way that hits a part inside of me that bends me to his will.
Thank the Divine he is covering my mouth because the noises coming out of me are nothing like I have made before. The combination of his thumb circling my clit and his finger rubbing against this new spot deep inside of me makes me lightheaded.
The coil winding up in my core is about to explode when he removes his hand from my mouth.
“Look at me, Elliott. Let me see you fall apart on my hand.” He slips his hand over my covered breast and pinches my hardened nipple.
My whole body convulses as my orgasm explodes, and I ride the wave of my climax.
Kameron’s mouth is on mine, swallowing the moans so no one else can hear them. Once my body slumps farther on the bathroom sink, his lips leave mine as I close my eyes. His fingers are dragging in and out of me slowly.
“What a mess you made, gorgeous.”
My eyes flutter open as he removes his fingers from me. I miss the way he fills me already.
He brings them to my lips. “Clean them up for me.”
No one has ever said crude, dirty things to me. It is making every hair on my body stand up.
I open my mouth and wrap my lips around them, licking his fingers. I taste myself, and it makes my chest hum.
He takes his other hand, wipes my arousal onto his fingers, and brings it into his mouth as we both taste the pleasure. His eyelids flicker, and a primal noise releases from deep in his chest.
“Fucking delicious,” he rasps as he pulls his fingers from both of our mouths.
The bathroom door rattles as someone tries to come in.
I jump into Kameron’s chest, hyper aware my pants are still down.
He lifts me off the sink, kneels in front of me, and pulls my panties and jeans into place. After carefully zipping and buttoning them up, he brings his hands to my hips before standing. Placing a soft kiss to my lips, he takes my hand, then guides me to the door.
Lianne stands there with a wide stance, tapping her toes, her arms crossed with an aura of annoyance. Her eyes grow wide as she takes the sight of us in, and her annoyed expression turns to surprise.
Does she know? By the cocky smile playing on her lips, it confirms my thoughts. She definitely fucking knows.
“Next time you haul my friend off, give me a heads-up first so I don’t panic and think she was kidnapped!”
19
Kameron
“Ididn’t haul her back here,” I state. “I followed her.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Elliott’s friend cocks an eyebrow to me in question.
“A bit.” I shrug.
“He was just making sure I was okay after I ran off is all, Lee.” Elliott cuts between us.
“Making sure you are okay? That’s what we are calling this?” Lee gestures between us.
The way she is scanning us tells me she knows I’m doing more than just making sure she is okay.
I giggle, and Elliott throws daggers my way. I go to answer Lee’s forward question, holding my hands up in defense, but Elliott warns, “Don’t. You. Dare.”
“Don’t he dare what? What are you hiding,Elliott?”
