“I can never get enough of you,” he murmurs against my ear. His voice is a seductive husk, overflowing with hungry need. “I want to wake you up with my tongue in your pussy and make you come around my dick every night. I want to have lazy Sunday sex on the couch and be that annoying couple who can’t keep their hands off each other when we’re out in public.”
Fuck me. I’m all for dirty talk, and what he’s describing has me fucking gagging for him. I can’t do anything but moan obscenely as he presses his hard cock between my asscheeks, demonstrating just how fucking much he wants all of that.
His hands slip under my top and skim over my ribs. He squeezes my tits, pinching the nipples and causing me to groan in delight.
“Do you want all of that too?” His husky voice and dirty words have me incapable of producing words.
“Mmmhmmm.”
My skin burns everywhere he touches, and my breathing hitches, each breath nothing but a rapid pant. Trailing his fingers down my abdomen, he deftly unbuttons my shorts and pushes his way beneath my panties until his fingers are stroking over my sensitive nub. I jerk in his arms, throwing my head back against his shoulder and groan.
He kisses the base of my neck. “I love how much I turn you on. Love how wet you get for me.” His fingers slide lower, and he pushes his way inside me, teasing me mercilessly. “You feel it just as much as I do, don’t you? That deep ache in your chest that only recedes when we're locked together.”
His fingers sink deeper into my pussy. I’m already so close to coming from his words alone. Is orgasm by dirty talk a thing? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure I’m about to make it one.
“Yes,” I pant. “I feel it. You burn me up inside and make me feel alive, and when you’re not around, it’s like something inside of me is missing.”
He bites along my neck as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of me, driving me wild. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he pushes his thumb firmly against my clit, and I go off like a rocket, screaming my release into the night.
He doesn’t give me a second to recover, spinning me around to face him. My shorts fall to the ground and he rips my panties clean off of me. In the next second, he’s hauled me up into his arms, his fingers digging into my asscheeks as my back smacks against the wood of the boathouse, and he slams into me in one swift thrust.
I spasm around him, my fingers clawing into his shoulders, as I lift my head to the sky and cry out. When I lower my gaze to look at him, I find him staring at me, mesmerized. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. I lean in to kiss him, and it quickly turns wild as he sucks my tongue into his mouth, biting and sucking on my lower lip. He still hasn’t moved, and I grind down on him, pushing him impossibly deeper in an attempt to get him going.
He groans into my mouth, and pulls back, so only the head of his cock is resting inside me. In one forceful thrust, he slams into me and sets a fast pace that quickly has me climbing closer to the stars above us. Our kiss turns sloppy, and my pussy clenches around him as I cry out his name. He continues to hammer relentlessly into me, dragging out my orgasm, and starting me back up that cliff again. It feels like I’m on a rollercoaster, being pushed impossibly higher, but I know, once we reach the top, it’s going to be a hell of a journey back down again.
My head is spinning, my breaths coming so quickly, I’m not entirely sure I’m getting any oxygen into my body. My skin feels like it’s about to burst apart as, with each thrust, Cam pushes me toward my third orgasm of the night.
“Cam.” The word is nothing more than a half-plea, half-pant. I’m not even sure if I can come for a third time, but I know my body needs something. This chaotic ball of energy building within me needs some sort of release.
“I know, baby. I feel it too.”
I’m delirious, out of my mind with need, but I register the feel of Cam’s fingers on my chin as he tilts my head so I’m looking deep into his eyes. Once he’s locked me in his gaze, it’s impossible to look away, and I watch riveted as he drives himself toward his own release.
He picks up the pace, and his hand moves down between our bodies, until it’s circling my clit. He pinches it, and I swear I must black out for a moment, as the next thing I know, I’m lying boneless in his arms, panting like I have just run a marathon and feeling sated like a cat who just had a whole bowl of milk.
“Fuck,” I breathe out against his neck, unable to even lift my head. He leans against the wall, steadying us, and I can feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath me.
He chuckles breathlessly, planting a tender kiss on the crown of my head. We stay like that until our breathing has returned to normal, and I’m confident my legs aren’t going to give out from under me when I put my weight on them. Then we get cleaned up and re-dressed, before heading back to the party.
***
The next morning, I’m awake before everyone else, including Mason. I still don’t sleep well at night, and usually by four a.m., I’ve given up trying. I know Mason will be up in an hour to go to the gym, so I usually use that time to get my caffeine fix and binge watch some TV.
There’s this show where people buy old, rundown houses, and renovate them. It’s riveting to watch. I love how they take these buildings that other people have written off, and turn them into something beautiful.
Still in my sleep shorts, with my hair looking like a rat’s nest, I pull open my bedroom door and freeze. I blink rapidly a few times, trying to clear my vision and make sure I’m actually seeing what I think I’m seeing.
“What are you doing?”
Emilia jumps a foot in the air and spins to face me with wide, panic-stricken eyes. I quickly drop my gaze, taking in what she’s wearing—her outfit from last night. Returning to her face, I notice last night’s makeup smudged around her eyes, and her hair hasn’t been brushed yet.
My own eyes widen as understanding dawns, and my gaze bounces back and forth between her and the door behind her—the door to my brother’s bedroom.
“Did you…Were you…Are you…” Words fail me as I struggle to comprehend what I’m seeing.
“Let me explain,” she rushes out, but before she can say anything more, the door behind her opens, and none other than Wilder fucking Clearwater steps out, also wearing last night’s clothes.
My jaw drops open as Emilia turns beet red. Wilder, cool as a fucking cucumber, glances between us, smiling. Smiling. Like absolutely nothing about this situation is completely mind-altering.
“Coffee?”
Neither of us responds to him. Instead I just gape at Emilia, who looks everywhere but at me.
Eventually, he must realize he isn’t going to get a response. “Alright, I’ll put on a pot.”
Yeah, that might be best. God knows my brain needs coffee if I’m going to have any hope of wrapping my head around what I just witnessed.
Still not looking at me, Emilia makes a beeline for the bathroom.
Oh, no, she’s not getting off the hook that easily.