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I move lower, sucking my way across her breasts to her hard little nipples. She cries out as soon as I pull one into my mouth, reaches down and twists her hands in my board shorts, shoving them over my hips and down my legs.
I kick them off, reach for her thighs so I can wrap them around myself, but she ducks under the water before I can get a good grip. And then her mouth is wrapped around me and she’s sucking me deep into her mouth.
It’s a strange sensation—her hot mouth and the cool water surrounding me at the same time—but it feels amazing. I thrust my hips forward until she’s taking all of me deep into the recesses of her mouth and down her throat.
Her hands clench on my ass, but she doesn’t try to control the rhythm. Instead Cam lets me fuck her mouth for long seconds before she surfaces, gasping for air. She takes a few breaths, starts to duck back down, but I’m too close. If she puts her mouth on me again, I’m going to go off.
So I grab her by the waist instead, lift her up and all but throw her onto the side of the pool. She sits there on the edge, stunned and naked and so fucking hot I can barely breathe, I yank her legs out of the water and over my shoulders. And then I dive in, burying my face in her lap and my tongue deep inside her pussy.
She lets out a strangled scream at the first touch of my mouth on her sex, and though I don’t have many neighbors, I do have a few. I clamp my hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds she’s making and she bites down on my palm, hard. The little shock of pain only makes the need greater and when she sucks two of my fingers into her mouth, I nearly come before I ever get inside her.
Forcing down my own need for just a little while longer, I concentrate on her instead. I circle her clit with my tongue hard enough to have her moaning into my hand, and then—with my free hand—I pinch her nipple at the same time I shove my tongue deep inside of her again.
She goes off like the Fourth of July, her pussy clenching around my tongue, her hips thrusting against my face, her teeth biting into my hand as she comes and comes and comes.
The second she’s done, though, she yanks away from my hands. She pushes herself off the side of the pool, and slides straight into the water—and straight down onto my cock.
She grabs my head in her hands, yanks my face to hers. “Fuck me,” she tells me as she licks her way into my mouth.
I don’t have to be asked twice.
My fingers dig into her hips as I thrust against Cam, lifting and lowering her onto my cock. Her legs are wrapped around my waist, her hard nipples flush against my chest, her teeth biting into my lower lip.
Nothing has ever felt this good. I keep pumping into her, loving the feel of the cool water lapping against my back as her hot pussy clenches around my dick again and again and again. I’m close, so fucking close, and the only thing keeping me in check is a desperate need to make her come again—to know that I’ve satisfied her, that I’m enough for her in at least this one singular and important way.
I slide a hand between us, move it over the gentle swells of her breasts and down the flat plane of her stomach. I move lower still, until I’m touching where we’re joined, stroking the lips of her sex with my fingers even as I brush my thumb over and around her clit in a continuous motion that has her screaming my name. This time I don’t even try to stop her.
Instead, I just hang on for the ride as she rips her mouth from mine, kissing and sucking her way across my jaw and down my throat with a desperation I know is going to leave bruises in the morning.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” I tell her as I slam into her again and again, taking her higher. Taking myself higher. Claiming her with my body in a way she’ll never let me at any other time. “I need you so bad. I need—”
I break off as her teeth sink into the muscle at the top of my shoulder and it’s my turn to go off, my body slipping out of my control and erupting in an orgasm so powerful that I feel it in every nerve ending in my body.
My release triggers hers and then she’s coming too, calling out my name as her pussy clenches around my cock in a rhythm that empties me out even as it makes my eyes cross and my heart stop.
When it’s over, when I can think and breathe and—finally—move again, I lift her gingerly onto the side of the pool. I swing myself out, and gather her into my arms before heading back through the foliage to my condo. I leave my board shorts and her clothes by the side of the pool, not wanting to let go of her for a second. From the way she wraps her arms around my neck and burrows into my chest, I figure she feels exactly the same way.
It’s still warm out, so by the time we get to my apartment, we’re dry enough that a quick pass with a towel is all we need. And then we’re crawling into bed and she’s wrapping herself around me before I can even get the covers pulled over us.
Cam doesn’t say a word as she cuddles into me and neither do I. I’d like to say it’s because we’re so in tune at this moment that words aren’t necessary, but the truth is, I’ve never felt more out of tune with her, despite what we just did.
Everything just feels—wrong. Maybe it’s the memory of what she looked like in Josh’s arms tonight. Or maybe it’s just remembering what she was like when she was chasing after Z for much of the last five years. Or maybe—maybe it’s the fucking knowledge that none of that interest—none of that awareness—exists when she looks at me. We’ve got friendship and we’ve got chemistry, obviously, or the sex wouldn’t be so fucking phenomenal. That should be enough for me. Should be more than enough for me—I’ve settled for so much less from her for so long.
And maybe it would be enough if I hadn’t seen her with Josh. If I hadn’t seen her with Z. If I couldn’t see what we could be if she would just give herself to me. If she would just love me the way I love her. But I can see and it does matter, no matter how much I wish it didn’t…
I tell myself to let it go, but I can’t. Now that I’ve gotten off, the rage has faded some and in its place is a bone-deep sadness that I don’t have a clue how to shake. It’s a sadness that keeps me up, staring at the ceiling long after Cam has drifted to sleep. A sadness that burrows inside of me and undermines any joy I might feel at having her in my arms, in my bed.
Time passes slowly, so slowly, until—unable to lie still one second longer—I shift out from under her. I put some distance between us in the bed.
She doesn’t even notice. And that tells me everything I need to know.
Chapter 11
Cam
I wake up to the sound of my phone alarm going off. It’s on the nightstand next to me, which doesn’t make any sense because I don’t remember getting it out of my purse when we got back from the bar last night. Then again, I don’t remember anything beyond Luc fucking my brains out in the pool—and then carrying me back to his condo. To his bed.
Luc. My eyes fly open, the thought of everything that happened between us last night waking me up more thoroughly than my alarm ever could. Reaching out a hand, I swipe it across my phone to stop the omnipresent shrieking. It works, thank God. The incessant noise is replaced by silence, blessed silence, as I sink back down into bed.
