‘Will do,’ Cam said, and he gripped my thighs even tighter. ‘Come here,baby.’
‘I’m no one’s fucking baby!’ I whisper-hissed down at him, my hands still cupping my breasts.
‘Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty to me,’ he said loudly, no doubt for Victor’s benefit. We both looked at the door. Victor was gone, but not quite, because I could still see foot shadows on the other side. Pervert!
‘Yes,aah, just like that. Yes, like that,’ I said loudly, and then moaned again, shooting Cam a look that said:Play along.
‘Fucking hell,’ he said softly, too softly. ‘That was so hot.’
‘Sohot!’ I repeated loudly, aiming my voice at the door. I looked pointedly at Cam again, but he just smiled, as if totally unconcerned about Victor, and then reached out and placed both hands over my wrists.
‘Let go,’ he murmured. He was not saying that for Victor’s sake at all. In fact, he was no longer playing, I could see it in his eyes. ‘Let go.’ Although it was a soft whisper, it felt like a very loud command.And for some reason, in that moment, I listened. I let go of my breasts and allowed my arms to float down.
‘You’re so fucking hot,’ Cam said again.
‘Touch me,’ I whispered. I wasn’t doing this for Victor any more either. But I didn’t wait for Cam to respond; instead, I took charge. I grabbed his hands and put one on my waist, raising the other to my lips. Then I took one of his fingers into my mouth and sucked on it while I ground into him.
Cam moaned and his eyes fluttered shut. I ground into him again. He was so hard, and for once I felt like I had all the power, straddling him like this, sucking on his fingers. I was in control.
He looked up at me, and I couldn’t help my satisfied smile.
‘Got me where you want me?’ he asked, and I nodded.
That was when he pulled his hand away from my mouth and wrapped it tightly around my neck. ‘Maybe it’s me who has you exactly where I want you.’ His other hand was around my thigh, and I don’t know how he did it, but somehow, he flipped us. Suddenly I was pinned to the bed beneath him, his weight pressing down on me.
‘Bit of a predicament we find ourselves in, isn’t it?’ he asked, looking down at me with eyes that were as stormy as the weather outside.
‘What’s the predicament?’
‘Well, we’re supposed to be working, but really I just want to fuck you senseless,’ he said.
I smiled up at him. ‘So what are we going to do about it?’
‘Only one thing we can do, really.’ And then he brought his mouth crashing down onto mine. I gripped the back of his head as his hands tangled in my hair and tugged. Lifting my hips, I tried to angle myself so that his cock pressed up against me in just the right spot. And when it did, when I had it exactly where I wanted it, I rocked my hips back and forth. He tugged harder on my hair as I did that, but his lips never left mine. Pain mingled with pleasure, which was only exacerbated by the rocking of the boat now. I could hear the storm outside growing.
My hands left his head and I started tearing at what was left of his shirt. Cam moaned, and the sound was so devastating, so sexy that I totally lost touch with reality. All semblance of what was real and what wasn’t vanished.
Almost.
Because reality suddenly came knocking. Literally.
Cam and I froze, lips still locked.
‘Uh, sorry to interrupt.’ It was Victor. ‘The captain says there’s a storm coming and we need to get back to shore. Apparently things are going to get a bit rough.’
She’d ruined me.
She’d definitely, definitely ruined me.
I hadn’t realised it at first. Not for a while, anyway. Not until long after she’d left and I’d started trying to find someone else. Someone who might make me feel something even close to what she did. I tried. I went out with women. Good ones. Accomplished ones. Smart ones. Hot ones. Women who looked really good on paper and on my arm.
But something always felt wrong. Off. We’d get to the third date, maybe the fourth. We’d flirt, we’d drink, we’d laugh at things I didn’t really find funny. And eventually, yeah, I’d take them to bed.
That was when it used to hit me.
They weren’t her.
Their touch was too soft. Their words were too sweet. They didn’t challenge, push back, fight. I’d go through the motions, pretending it was fine, but I’d always end up lying next to them in the dark, staring up at the ceiling and asking myself what the hell I was doing.
