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Cameron

S ighing heavily, I rolled over for the dozenth time.

The sheets and blanket were too hot. The fan did its best to blow cool air across my body, but it wasn’t helping.

As exhausting as my day had been, I should have collapsed into sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I’d tried counting sheep, deep breathing exercises, and even turning on a white noise app on my phone.

Nothing helped. Through it all, I kept thinking I needed some kind of release to really relax.

Those thoughts eventually led to Nate. He should have been just down the hall, asleep on the couch. All I’d need to do was tiptoe down there, nudge him awake, and bring him back here to my room. Instead, Rick was there, probably snoring.

I didn’t want Rick. Every ounce of my being wanted to relive those moments in the bathroom with Nate again. To have things go further than they had. Closing my eyes, I succumbed to the fantasy.

Hands glided across my skin, over my stomach, down to my thighs, and then around to clutch at my ass.

Rough fingers, demanding and insistent, not the gentle hands of my past lovers.

Rather than being turned off by it, the sensation made me wet, knowing this person wanted me so bad, that they wanted to take me.

When his lips touched my belly, I shivered in delight.

God, it felt good. He kissed me, trailing his lips up to my sternum, before sliding his tongue along my breast, circling a nipple but not touching it.

I wanted his mouth on me, wanted to feel the wet heat of his mouth and tongue sucking the tight nub of flesh.

The man looked up, and I stared into the deep gray eyes of Nate Zane.

The sight of his face made me gasp. Any worry I had about the fact that I barely knew him fled my mind. I was too aroused to imagine anyone else. This was what I wanted. Going with it, I slid my hands under my shirt to rub my nipples.

Nate grinned up at me and finally slid his tongue across my nipple, just as wet and warm as I’d hoped. My pussy was drenched.

“Do you like that?” he whispered.

I answered with a moan.

With a smile, he went back to work, rolling his tongue across my nipple. Eventually, he gently bit my nipple and tugged on it with his teeth.

It felt so good that I pinched my nipple and pulled in the same way, mimicking the fantasy. My clit throbbed, but I wanted to see what more my mind could come up with.

Nate crawled up the bed, ran his hand into my hair, then clenched his fist. I whimpered as he tugged at my hair. It hurt, but it felt so freaking good.

“Are you gonna be my good girl tonight?” he asked, his lips barely brushing mine.

“Yes.”

“Are you going to do what I say?”

“Anything,” I breathed out.

Nate gave me that sexy grin. “I’m gonna make you feel good, baby girl. Are you ready?” He tugged my hair again, sending icy pricks of pleasurable pain through my scalp that shot down to my crotch, making my pussy ache for him.

“Fuck me, Nate,” I said.

“Not yet,” he said. “I tell you when you get fucked. Understand?”

“Oh, God,” I moaned, and he released my hair and slid down my body again.

When his tongue grazed my clit, I nearly rolled off the bed.

He wrapped his lips around me, pressed his tongue to my clit, and sucked.

The building pressure made my eyes roll back.

The suction of his mouth and the steady flick of his tongue on me was maddening.

It made me yearn for his cock to be inside me.

Once my clit was swollen and throbbing, he slipped a finger inside me, all while circling my clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Please. I want to come. Please, Nate.”

“No. Not yet. You haven’t given me what I want yet.”

Like a lithe panther, he moved up to the top of the bed again, kneeling beside my head.

“Suck my cock. Do it like the good girl you are, and I’ll let you come soon.”

Without hesitation, I wrapped my hand around the base of the shaft, grinning in delight at the girth of it, then slid my lips around him. The hot, velvety flesh of his cock slid across my tongue to the back of my throat.

Writhing in bed, I sucked my finger, pretending it was his dick, heedless of how silly it seemed.

I was too horny to stop and think about anything at this point.

My other hand was in my panties, rubbing my clit vigorously.

My fingers slid across my dripping pussy as I imagined the look on his face as I sucked him.

It was all so erotic, unlike any fantasy I’d ever had in my life, and I slipped one, then two fingers inside myself.

Nate’s abs rippled as he thrust into me.

He moaned and grabbed my breast, squeezing and kneading it as he fucked my mouth.

Finally, he pulled himself free of my mouth and bent to kiss me.

His lips were hot against mine, and while thrusting his tongue into my mouth, he slipped a hand down and slid a finger into me.

Moaning around his mouth, I lifted my hips, urging his finger deeper.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” Nate asked, still sliding his fingers in and out.

“Yes,” I moaned, grinding my crotch against his hand.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, Nate. Please fuck me. I want your cock in me.” My words tumbled out in a whimper.

Nate grinned at me, pulling his fingers free. While he looked into my eyes, he slipped one of those fingers into his mouth, sucking it.

“You taste like honey,” he whispered.

He lifted my legs, moving me around, twisting my body into the position he wanted me. On my back, my legs spread wide, his powerful hands gripping my ankles, the thick head of his cock pressing at the entrance of my pussy.

“You’re gonna come for me. Do you understand?” he said.

I nodded, my entire body vibrating with need. “Yes.”

“Good girl. Stay quiet now. We don’t want anyone else to hear,” he said, then slammed the full length of his dick into me.

He gently circled my throat, squeezing with faint, yielding pressure. It sent my mind into a whirlwind of desire.

“Mine,” Nate hissed.

His hips moved with an incessant rhythm. With my legs spread wide, all I could do was let him take me. With each thrust, he hit my G-spot, and my breasts bounced in time.

Nate gazed down at me as sweat beaded on his forehead. My mind began to short-circuit as pleasure swelled deep in my core, like a grenade whose pin had been pulled, ready to explode at any second.

Even as he fucked me, Nate looked down at me with that goddamned grin.

“Come for me, baby. I want you to come on my cock.”

As if we’d been standing on some precipice, the words sent me flying down, crashing into a storm of ecstasy.

Body bucking wildly, I imagined Nate grunting in satisfaction, calling out my name as his cock twitched and spasmed inside me while I came.

It took several seconds for me to come down.

My fingers still moved across my pussy, rubbing more slowly, almost massaging the throbbing flesh as the fantasy fluttered away from my mind like birds in a storm.

Once it was all over, I lay there, gaping at the dark ceiling, feeling awful for what I’d just imagined.

My ex was twenty feet down the hall, and I’d just orgasmed to a fantasy of Nate fucking me.

Along with the post-orgasmic bliss, a wave of shame and embarrassment settled over me as the lust subsided.

Even though we were no longer together, I had a weird sense of betrayal for doing that with Rick right out in the living room.

“What the fuck?” I hissed to myself as I readjusted the covers, moving to a cooler part of the bed.

The release did what I’d wanted it to. After rolling onto my stomach, my eyes grew heavy, and I was asleep within seconds. A blissful, thankfully dreamless sleep.