I suddenly feel movement near me, then the feel of something cold up the inside of my leg makes me jump and I give a girly squeal.
“Shush, Kitten,” he says quietly and drags what I think is the side of a cold beer bottle up the inside of my other thigh. The bottle disappears and I think he drinks from it as I hear him swallow, then suddenly his cold lips and tongue are on my clit and I jump again. He slides a cold finger inside me and I moan. Gripping the edge of the bench top, I use it for leverage to push myself onto his finger and grind against his face. His stubble hurts and I love the sensation.
“Fuck, Kitten, you taste good.” He curls his finger inside me as he starts to kiss up my belly. His mouth is hot as it finds my nipples, moving from one to the other. Kissing, biting and sucking. My hands grip his hair as I drag his mouth up to mine but he holds back. “Open your eyes, baby.” I’m looking straight into his when I do and then his mouth is on mine and I get the kiss I’ve been waiting for. Gentle at first, then his tongue is in my mouth, tangling with mine. He breaks away and looks down at me.
“You taste of beer,” I say to him.
“I taste of you. Kitten’s cunt, and beer, best fucking taste ever.” I laugh.
“You told me once that your spunk in my mouth was the best taste ever.” He throws his head back and gives me his best Cam laugh. My heart feels like it’s going to burst with how happy it makes me to see and hear him laugh like this.
“You’ve got a memory like an elephant.”
“Well, you’ve got a dick like one.” He frowns and leans back, looking down at me.
“Kitten, that’s not nice.”
“Tiger, it’s better than nice; it’s fucking heaven.” His eyes widen, in shock I think. His mouth opens but no sound comes out. He shakes his head slightly, pulls me towards him across the bench and slides inside me. He holds me by my hips, pulls almost all the way out and then slides back in.
“Fuck, that feels good, but you’re too far away. I need to feel your tits against me. Sit up.” I pull myself up into a sitting position and wrap my arms and legs around him just as his phone rings. “Shit,” he mumbles as he reaches for it beside me on the bench top. “King,” he says into the phone, sounding all authoritative and alpha. My muscles clench and he turns his narrowed eyed glare on me. I really don’t mean to do it again, but it happens. His mouth drops open slightly and his eyelids flutter. I can’t help but give a slight moan at the fact that he’s talking on the phone, totally hard, turned on and inside me. I wonder for a moment if that’s wrong.
“That’s fantastic.” He keeps his eyes on me as he continues, “We’ll call into the office tomorrow and deal with the formalities.” He reaches out and drags his pointy finger between the middle of my boobs, down my belly and dips it into my belly button. It’s a ticklish spot of mine and I giggle. His dick twitches inside me and an “oh, fuck,” just slips from my mouth.
A smile plays at the corner of his lips just for an instant and then he’s all business again. “We’re not entirely sure yet. We’ll talk about it tonight and discuss with you tomorrow.” He leans in and bites on my shoulder. It’s not quite painful, but it sends a shudder through me regardless. He licks and kisses where he just bit, and I swear to God, if he doesn’t get off that phone and fuck me soon, I will scream blue murder.
“Thanks, I will. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
He ends the call and without saying a word, kisses me fiercely. His hands pull at my hair, his teeth bite my lips and my tongue. He breaks away, puts his hands under my bum cheeks and lifts me, walking us both over to the rug. He pulls out as he lays me down and then slides back in, melding his body to mine. He hasn’t said a word, but his eyes seem to be trying to convey something.
“I love you,” he says very quietly and kisses me gently before I can reply. He crushes me to him and holds me tight. “Fuck, I love you, Kitten.” He keeps holding me tight, he doesn’t move, doesn’t let me go; he just holds me. “We’re doing this. Me and you, we’re finally getting our story. It’s finally our time.” I push him away slightly so I can see his face.
“What are you talking about? Who was on the phone?”
He gives his head a little shake as he looks at me. “We just bought ourselves a house, Kitten, me and you, mine and yours.”
“Oh, my God, seriously, they accepted our offer?”
He nods. “Yeah, eventually.”
I frown as I ask, “What do you mean ‘eventually’? We only put in an offer at lunchtime.”
He looks to the side of me, avoiding my gaze. “Yeah, they came back with a ‘no’ while you were tasting wine so I made a few calls, put out some feelers.” He winks at me.
“What did you do?” He rolls his eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, Cameron King. What did you do?” I push him further away so I can get a good look at his face. He looks as guilty as my brothers when I used to walk into their bedrooms and find them with a wank mag.
“It wasn’t… I didn’t.”