Cami gasped in surprise. “You said we’d talk.”
I shook my head and pressed gently on her knees until they spread to give me access. “I said you could talk. As for me, I’m still hungry.”
I emphasized my words by leaning forward to run my tongue along the center of her lacy panties. As expected, she was already wet for me. Cami’s needy whimper drove me on. Something told me the only thing she’d be talking about was how good it felt to have my tongue buried deep inside her pussy.
My tongue continued to stroke the lacey boy shorts. It wouldn’t be long until she was ready to tear off her panties. I loved driving a woman to the edge, making her beg for release before I brought her over the edge and left her shuddering in the aftermath of ecstasy. I couldn’t wait to see Cami’s face when she completely let go.
As my tongue continued to stroke her clit through her panties, I slipped my hand under the edge to glide along her opening. Cami laid back on the bed with a moan. Her hands were above her head, bringing extra attention to the rise and fall of her breasts.
I continued to savor her every reaction as my tongue teased her clit and my finger barely entered her.
She was panting and rocking against my face by the time I heard the word I most wanted to hear. “Please.”
“Please, what?” I asked, sliding my finger in just a little more.
Rather than answering, she moaned.
Pulling my hand from her panties, I slapped her lace covered pussy, not hard, but with just enough pressure to send a shockwave through her body. Cami’s eyes widened, and she looked down at me.
“Please, what?” I pushed.
“Please take my panties off and make me come,” she said in a breathy voice.
My dick did the impossible and grew even harder. Her words were half-plea and half-command. I loved it, and she didn’t need to ask me twice. I tugged her panties down her legs and tossed them across the room before I gave her pussy two more slaps. I knew the last one stung slightly, but I’d learned from experience that it only enhanced arousal in the right woman.
Cami’s moans were loud as she lifted her hips off the bed to get closer. I wasn’t sure if she was begging for my hand or my mouth. It didn’t matter. I was dying to make her come on my tongue, just like I had in so many dreams.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I rasped out before my mouth returned to her.
Chapter 40
Cami
My clit was on sensation overload. First, Xander had teased out my reaction with his tongue and fingers, and then the sting of his slaps had increased the blood flow and sent vibrations of arousal through me. When he returned to my clit, I was thrashing against his mouth. His tongue circled until I was ready to explode. Sucking my clit into his mouth, he flicked it with his tongue. Two long fingers slid inside of me, and I bucked off the bed.
I felt like a throbbing creature of need as Xander continued his sensual assault. He flicked my clit, lapped at it with long strokes, and circled in each direction as if learning what I liked most. When he found a rhythm that had me rocking against his face, he continued. His fingers curled inside of me until they hit just the right spot to make me scream with my release.
His tongue and fingers eased me through my orgasm until my intense spasms subsided.
“Condom,” he ground out, his eyes locked with mine.
I wanted to respond, but the ability to speak was lost to me at that point, so I just pointed in the direction of my nightstand, hoping he’d figure it out. I’d have offered to grab the condom if I didn’t feel nearly boneless after my orgasm.
Xander stood and opened the top drawer of my nightstand where he found the box of condoms. He put the condom package between his teeth and quickly stripped out of his boxer briefs. Even in my boneless, sated state, his impressive dick had me gasping and propping myself up on my elbows to get a better look.
Xander grinned and asked, “You like what you see?”
I nodded and licked my lips. It was no secret among the fan groups that Xander had a reputation for being well-endowed, but I was still surprised. He was easily nine inches and thick. If I hadn’t also heard Xan knew how to use his huge dick, I might have been worried about being hurt. Instead, all I could do was let out a moan of anticipation as he rolled the condom on.
With great effort, I tore my eyes away from his enormous cock and met his gaze. He looked intense and aroused as he reached down and placed his hands under my ass to pull me closer to the edge of the bed. Bending his knees slightly, he positioned himself at my entrance and began to slide into me slowly.
“You’re tight,” he ground out. His jaw clenched from the effort to remain in control as he moved slowly so I could adjust to his size.
“You’re just big,” I responded in a breathy voice as I adjusted so my feet were on his ass, pressing him further into me.
Xander continued his slow invasion, inch by delicious inch, bringing out small spasms from my recent orgasm. When he was all the way inside, he slid out slowly before pressing into me again. His pace remained controlled as the pressure built between us. He seemed to know just the right time to increase the speed and intensity of his thrusts until he was slamming into me. My heels dug into his ass as I made loud mewling noises and rocked up to meet each thrust.
When I felt him growing even larger inside of me, I began to tighten with my impending release. Xander slowed his pace again, fucking me with shallow strokes.
“No,” I whimpered. “I need more. I’m so close.”
“I don’t want this to end too soon,” he insisted in a strained voice. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of having you like this. Now that I’ve got you here, I’m going to savor every last second.”
Reaching forward, I dug my nails into his thighs, partly so he’d understand how much I needed him, and partly because I was simply that far gone. Xander growled low in his throat as he stared down at me. “Demanding woman, aren’t you?”
“I need you to fuck me hard,” I ground out.
Xander’s eyes darkened as something that sounded a lot like a growl came from the back of his throat. He began to thrust into me hard and fast, taking me even closer to the edge. His hands gripped my ass to hold me in place when his pace increased even more. My mewling sounds turned to screams as I tightened around him.
When I felt him swell with his impending release, I exploded around him. My orgasm was so intense that the spasms were just shy of painful. Through my screams, I heard Xander’s shout of release and felt his dick twitch violently inside of me.
The haze of lust faded as a cocoon of satisfaction wrapped around me. When I could finally speak, I asked, “Was it as good as your dreams?”
“Better,” he replied as he slowly pulled out of me.
I let out a contented sigh. “It was pretty damn incredible for me, too.”
Chapter 41
Xander
I’d been a little worried that things would be awkward between us after I brought Cami to screaming bliss twice. Yeah, I was proud of myself. I should also have been extremely sated. Instead, that one taste left me craving more.
As we finished making waffles and ate our late lunch, we were still completely at ease with each other.
“These taste just as good as when you used the fresh batter,” I remarked.
“You can do this when you want to make waffles to impress a lady friend, but you don’t want her to see you go through all the steps,” she teased.
I frowned. “Even though we just have a friends-with-benefits arrangement, let’s avoid talking about me with other women. It makes me feel like a dick.”
“Don’t tell me that you’re secretly one of those guys who romanticizes sex,” she said.
I shrugged. “In some ways, I am. When it’s a one-night-stand, I don’t consider it anything more than a means to achieving mutual satisfaction, but affairs that last longer mean something to me. I don’t fuck around during those.”
She nodded her understa
nding. “Neither do I. I just didn’t expect you to be bothered by talking about it.”
“I guess I wouldn’t be if you wanted to talk about us with another woman,” I admitted.
“Us with another woman? Are you saying you want to have a threesome with me and another woman?”
“Or another man,” I replied.
She looked intrigued. “Have you had a threesome?”
“I’ve had threesomes,” I told her. “They can be fun.”
Her expression turned thoughtful.
“Is that something you want to try?” I asked.
“Maybe,” she admitted. “I’ve fantasized about it, but it was always something I expected to remain a fantasy.”
I nearly groaned at her admission. It was a huge turn on. At the same time, I felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought of sharing her—a strange reaction for me.
“I was worried I’d feel awkward around you after we had sex,” she said, voicing my earlier concerns.
“Me too,” I admitted. “I’m glad we were both wrong. We’re good friends, and I don’t want to lose that. We’re also really good together in bed. You are incredible.”
“I didn’t do very much,” she replied with a laugh. “Next time, I want more control. In fact, next time, I want to ride you.”
Cami was either teasing me or trying to seduce me. “Any time you want to take a ride, let me know,” I uttered. “My body is at your disposal.”
Her voice was breathy when she replied. “That’s good to know. I’ve had quite a few dreams about you.”
I stood and moved around to her side of the table. I held out a hand and met her gaze. She just stared at me for several moments.
“I think we should call it a day,” she finally said.
Letting my hand drop to my side, I sighed. “I guess you’re right. If we go back into your bedroom, I’ll let you ride me until we’re both exhausted. After that, we’ll have to deal with the uncomfortable moment when I wonder if you want me to stay.”
“I’m not sure I’m ready for that,” she admitted. “You spending the night, not more sex. I’m definitely ready for more sex.”
“You aren’t making this easy,” I said with a humorless bark of laughter. “Instead of you riding me until we’re both exhausted, we’ll talk later, when we're both naked and in our own beds.”
“What will we talk about?” she asked in a breathy voice.
“All the dirty things we want to do to each other,” I replied.
“Oh my,” she breathed out.
Chapter 42
Cami
After Xander left, I cleaned up the kitchen and watched some television before heading to my room. My gaze instantly landed on the spot where Xander had pleasured me twice. It was no exaggeration to say he was the best I’d ever had—by far the best I’d ever had. Even with all the hype from his groupies, I hadn’t expected quite that much from Xander. My experience with well-endowed men was that they felt having a big dick was all that was required to please a woman. A man with a big dick needed more skill in bed, or sex could be down-right uncomfortable, even painful.
Xander was an attentive lover, and my mind was focused on our afternoon adventure as I stripped out of my clothes and slid between the sheets. I was supposed to call Xander once I was in bed. He’d left the ball in my court so I wouldn’t feel pressured to give more than I wanted. I wasn’t sure Xander would need to pressure me into anything. I’d had a pretty vanilla sex life up to that point, but my fantasies were much more daring. Xander seemed like the type who wouldn’t mind exploring my fantasies with me.
I grabbed my phone and called Xander. He answered on the first ring, making me wonder how long he’d been waiting for my call. “Hey there, beautiful.”
“What happened to calling me babe?” I asked. “Did I earn a new nickname?”
His raspy chuckle had me pressing my legs together as arousal flooded my body. “You sure did. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than your expression when you’re coming around my dick. Having you come on my fingers while I suck your clit is a very close second.”
I let out a needy whimper. “Are you trying to turn me on?”
“Are you trying to tell me you weren’t already turned on when you called me?” he asked.
“As soon as I walked into the room and looked at my bed, I was turned on,” I admitted. “I wish you were here. I’m really horny.”
“Me too, beautiful,” he uttered. “Tell me what you’re wearing.”
“Absolutely nothing,” I replied, slipping my hand under the blanket to play with my nipple.
“Same here,” he rasped out. “Are you holding the phone with one hand, or am I on speaker?”
“I’m holding the phone,” I replied. “Do you want to know where my other hand is?”
“God, yes,” was his strained response. “You’d better be touching yourself, or you’ll be sorry the next time I see you.”
“What will you do?” I asked, getting even more turned on by his sexy threat.
“I will tie you to the bed and bring you to the edge over and over again until you can’t take any more,” he replied.
I whimpered and pinched my nipple hard.
“Where is your hand?” he demanded.
“On my nipple,” I replied. “I’m stroking it and pinching it, wishing it was your mouth on me.”
“I regret not spending more time on your gorgeous breasts. Tug on your nipple, and then roll it between your fingers. I want you to imagine my mouth is on you, sucking and licking. Do you feel the pulses moving from your nipple to your pussy?”
“Yes,” I replied. “It feels so good. Are you touching yourself?”
“My hand is wrapped around my cock as I picture you playing with your nipple. I’d love to stand in your room and watch you touch yourself. Will you let me do that?”
“Anything,” I promised. “You can do anything. My hand is moving down my belly.”
“Stop,” he commanded.
“Stop what?” I asked as my fingers skimmed along my clit.
“Get your hand back up to your nipple,” he commanded.
“But I’m so turned on.” How could he ask me to delay things even further? The best part of masturbation was the lack of delayed gratification. No one but me was in charge of my satisfaction.
“Behave.” I was surprised by how arousing I found his order.
I moved my hand back to my nipple and returned to tugging and rolling it between my thumb and index finger. “My fingers are on my nipple again.”
“Very good,” he praised. Unlike in my other relationships, I wasn’t trying to become someone else to please Xander. I was getting off on submitting to him. “What do you want me to do next?”
“I think that nipple has had enough attention. Why don’t you spend some time on the other one? Pinch it gently, just enough to feel the pressure.”
I moaned and acquiesced to his request.
“Now, pinch it harder.”
“Yes,” I uttered.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“I’m getting even more turned on,” was my breathy response. “Please, let me touch myself.”
“Fuck me,” he ground out. “That is hot. Go ahead and slide your fingers between your legs. I want you to stroke your sexy pussy until you come hard for me. Do it now.”
My fingers moved against my swollen clit as I imagined Xander’s tongue in their place. I was making needy mewling sounds as I continued to pleasure myself with Xander on the other end of the line.
“That’s it,” Xander praised in a strained voice. “You sound so fucking sexy when you touch yourself.”
“Touch yourself, too,” I pleaded. “Come for me, Xan.”
“I am, babe,” he assured me. “I’m stroking my dick and imagining you’re wrapped around me while you ride me.”
“Yes,” I whispered. “That sounds so good.”
I continued to stroke my clit to the sounds of Xander’s labored br
eathing on the other end of the line. I stopped imagining Xander touching me and began to picture Xander stroking himself. That only got me hotter. It was a tantalizing image.
“I’m so close,” I panted out.
“Me too,” Xander replied. “Come for me, Cami. I want to hear you come hard. I want to dream about you stroking yourself to completion. You probably look hot as fuck right now.”
My fingers moved faster, pushing me even closer to the edge. I let out a soft scream as my orgasm hit. Xander’s growl of completion rumbled near my ear.
For a short time, all I heard was our labored breathing as we both recovered.
“Promise you’ll dream about me tonight,” he said in a sleepy, sated voice.
“I will definitely dream about you tonight,” I assured him.
Chapter 43
Xander
I was nursing a beer and pretending to pay attention to the conversation at the table when Harley smacked me in the back of the head.
“Hey!” I protested. “What the hell was that for?”
“Could you pretend you’re paying attention?” she asked.
With a sigh, I nodded. I was pretending, just not very well. “Sorry. I’ve got a lot on my mind.” I also didn’t give a rat’s ass about discussing the new security measures or getting to know the members joining the team. Only two of them were at The Project—Jared and Samantha. Both came with impressive resumes, and Madi highly recommended them. Since neither seemed like assholes, I didn’t have a problem.
The conversation continued around me as I scanned the room until my eyes landed on Cami. She wasn’t alone; Austin’s cousin was by her side, and the dickhead had his hand on her lower back as he guided her to the table.
As for Cami, she was laughing at something the dickhead had just said. Remi owned The Project, and he’d recently purchased another club named Euphoria. I didn’t usually think of him as a dickhead, but he’d never had his hands on Cami before. She wasn’t dressed for the club, having just come from work. Still, she looked hot as fuck in her gauzy teal skirt and black blouse.
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