Page 57 of Dirty Hot Valentine
“Your champagne, sir.”
Cammie drew back as the waitress interrupted us. Again. I didn’t remove my hand or fingers dipped in my girlfriend’s juices, though. I didn’t even bother to look at the waitress. My eyes remained on Cammie, who was flushed, hands shaking a little as she took the red, heart-shaped chocolate box from her.
“Thanks.” She set it aside on the table as the champagne bottle popped behind me.
I sank my fingers deeper and then pulled them slowly. In and out. In and out. She gave me a warning stare, the back of her hand covering her mouth.
That didn’t stop me. It only made me move faster.
“Jesus… Could you… Could you please hurry?” She waved at the waitress, and I stifled a laugh.
As soon as Cammie’s glass was poured, she gulped on it. “Umm… Oh God…this is…very good champagne.”
I cackled and finally glanced at the waitress. “Tell the kitchen to speed up our orders. Looks like we’re not staying as long as planned.”
The blonde was practically straining her neck, her eyes moving back and forth to get a good view of my pants and what I was doing under the table, but the way I was sitting obscured the whole thing.
“Did you hear me, doll?” I asked.
“Yes, sir. Of course.” She took a ridiculous amount of time pouring my glass. Then she left with the same exaggerated ass-wiggle.
I looked back at Cammie. She wasn’t jealous or mad, her eyes full of nothing but smoldering lust. My fingers trembled inside her, and then moved in circular motions.
She drew in and touched my cock, and then sucked in a breath between her teeth. “Fuck, Dusty. You’re so hard.”
I nodded. Her flowing juices around my fingers and her fist pressing tight around my erection poured fuel on my own desire.
Approaching her ear, I could smell her sweet perfume mixed with the hot scent of her soaked pussy. “I wish it was my cock inside you while your hand choked my neck and you gagged me with your tit.”
With this, she buried her head in my shoulder, moaning, her pussy crushing my fingers as she came.
Gently, I pulled out of her and hugged her. Then I inhaled my sticky fingers, closing my eyes with a groan, my erection aching in my pants.
She kissed me on the cheek. “You want to get out of here, right?”
“My cock does, but it can wait.” The last part was a lie. I couldn’t wait at all. And this place, even that I loved upscale night clubs, was too girly for my taste. Making her happy was on the top of my list, though.
“I don’t mind. That blonde bitch would probably spit in our food anyway. So, what do you say? Have one dance and finish that champagne back at the hotel?”
I grinned. “Sure. Just give me a moment for this hard-on to sleep.”
She looked, giggling. “I think you’ll need more than a moment.”
Nodding in agreement, I downed my glass. This sissy French thing wasn’t my drink, but I was desperate for any form of alcohol to cool off.
“Hey, Cameron.” A guy in a brown suit stopped at our booth, holding a drink with a straw in it.
Seriously? What guy does that?
And who the fuck was that dude anyway?
“Samuel, hi,” Cammie greeted. She gestured between me and him. “This’s my boyfriend, Dusty. Samuel and I go to school together.”
“Hey.” He nodded at me, sizing me up. “You’re a very lucky guy.”
I picked something nasty in his tone. Had this ass tried something with my girl before? The urge to punch his crooked nose flat tempted me. So much.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, distracting me for a second. I saw Mama’s name blinking on the screen and decided to let the punching slide for now. His ass wouldn’t stand a chance anyway. I could just get up, and even though he was around six feet and had broad chest and shoulders, when he saw my size compared to his, he’d piss his pants.
