Page 257 of Just for the Cameras
Fuck.
Her hand smooths up my chest, her fingers tickling over my heated skin. She makes me set my coffee down and brings my hand directly to her ass.
My mind screams at me to step away and not to fall for whatever she has planned, but my heart and my body are not listening.
“If I meant nothing to you, then why is your breathing different right now?” Her finger drags over my jaw. “How come your skin is heated?” Her palm smooths over my pec, down my stomach, and right to the waistband of my shorts. “And how come you’re hard?” She cups me, calling me out right before she steps away and then lifts herself up on the island counter.
My eyes betray me as they roam over her delicious tits and the way she’s pushing her chest out toward the ceiling.
“If this means nothing to you, then I guess you can just watch, right?”
What does she mean…
She brings her feet up to the counter and spreads her legs, giving me a front-row seat to her beautiful cunt. She brings her hand between her legs, and I watch as her fingers slide over her clit. Her head falls back, and she lets out a low, sexy moan.
“Fuck, yes,” she whispers as my cock stretches the fabric of my shorts, my muscles tensing. “It’s easier to make myself come now. You’ve shown me what I love. What I…need. No one’s ever made me feel so sensual before you.”
Her fingers circle over her clit, and I watch as she grows wet from the movement, my mouth watering, my jealousy increasing.
Her teeth drag over the corner of her mouth, and her nipples growhard as she starts to ramp up her movements, her breathing becoming more erratic.
“If you didn’t care…” she says and then catches her breath, “then don’t touch me. Don’t even look. Turn away and let me come on my own.” Her eyes land on mine. “Go on, Graydon…oh…fuck.” She lets out a deep breath. “Look…away.”
She moves faster, her chest heaving, her muscles tensing. She’s so goddamn close that I should just let her finish.
I should prove the point and walk away.
But…
Fuck, I can’t.
I can’t watch her do this without me.
Not when my heart is tearing in two from the thought that she could give herself that much pleasure without me.
In a flash, I push my shorts down, release my cock, and bring it upto her. I pull her close to the edge of the counter, line myself up andthen lift her up, letting myself slip inside as I take her hand that she was fingering herself with and slide her fingers in my mouth, tasting her while I lift her up and slam her down on my cock. Her other hand grabs the back of my neck, and she holds on as I pound into her relentlessly.
Her warm, wet pussy clenches around my cock, bringing me to the precipice of my orgasm in a matter of seconds.
“Fuck, Graydon,” she moans as she releases her fingers from my mouth and then digs them into my hair. “Harder. Make me come.”
I lose all track of what we were talking about, and my only focus is on our connection and how she feels, thrusting in and out of her. It’s a goddamn high, this feeling, her clamped around me. Squeezing, tightening, making me mad with need.
“Right there, so close. Give me all of your cock,” she says, setting my entire body on fire.
I growl, then thrust even faster, pounding into her, bottoming out on every pulse until she’s pulling on my hair and clamping around me.
“Oh my God,” she shouts and shatters over me.
Her orgasm is all I need, and I follow quickly after, stilling and spilling myself inside her as the best fucking feeling of my life takes over my body.
We both cling on to each other, letting our breath catch up…and our minds.
Fuck, what was I thinking?
I slide her off me and set her down on the counter only for her to hop off, grab her clothes, and walk away to the bathroom. I slip myself back in my shorts, then push my hand through my hair.
Jesus Christ. Why did I just do that?
