Page 72 of Off the Grid

Our eyes meet. I give the subtlest of nods.

And then Riggs begins the slow and steady ascent into madness. Into the almost violent pleasure of punishing my pussy with his cock.

In.

Grind.

Out.

Repeat.

He leans over, his lips finding my breasts and sending my body into a parallel spiral of sensations I didn’t know existed or that I knew I needed but oh, do I need it. Oh, how I want it.

My fingernails score his back as his teeth scrape my nipples.

My pussy clenches around him while he pushes in, and I love the stutter in movement—the growl in reaction.

Nerve endings come to life.

Aches turn to smolders.

Smolders turn into full-blown wildfires.

I welcome the burn.

Every lick of flame with each push in.

Every ember popping as he pulls back out.

It’s the bruising grip of his fingers on my thighs. It’s the slap of our skin. It’s the building of sensations—layer upon layer—so that when this all implodes, I can only imagine how fucking powerful it’s going to be.

An orgasm at the hand of a man. Or rather, by the cock of a man. What’s that going to be like? What’s that going to feel like?

“Riggs,” I pant out.

“C’mon, Cami. Come for me. Show me what my cock does to you. Fucking come all over it.”

My orgasm is building as if he’s lit a match and is holding it close enough that I can feel the burn, but not too close that I actually get burned.

It’s waiting.

It’s building.

And it strikes with a vengeance. Dynamite detonated. Haze of oblivion pulling me under at the same time a swell of sensation surges me up.

“Riggs.” I cry out his name. I beg him to stop and not to stop all at the same time.

A loud noise startles me. I’m jolted to the present—a hotel room in Barcelona, shadows playing against the wall from the open blinds, and my hands between my thighs. Fingers on my clit, thighs soaked, breath labored, and pussy pulsing from the orgasm so strong it tore me from my dreams.

From my dreams.

That’s all it was.

A dream.

Not a reality.

I push my blankets off me and stare at the ceiling as my heart pounds and body rides the high of the orgasm.