Page 10 of The Loneliest Number (The Thirst Trap #3)

Chapter nine

Cam

“ C ome on then,” I steer her towards the bank of lifts, pressing the call button while I keep her tucked under my arm.

I don’t want to let her go. I’m glad she didn’t want to stop at the bar for a drink, but there’s also a hint of nerves.

Last time we did this, Saff was there too.

I know very little about this tiny woman, held tight to my side, but I do know she doesn’t do monogamy.

She’d been pretty clear about that over our Italian dinner in Glasgow.

I distinctly remember her saying she didn’t see the point in it.

And I’m okay with that. I’ve been looking for fun myself and don’t feel the need for a steady relationship any time soon.

But I also can’t hold back the excitement of knowing she’s here with just me tonight, and I get her all to myself, even if it is only for a couple of hours.

The lift signals its arrival with a ding, and I guide her inside.

It’s just us in there, surrounded by mirrors on three sides of the box, giving me all kinds of dirty ideas of what I can do to her before we get to the floor I’m staying on.

But at the last minute, I hear a “hold the lift,” and a hand reaches to stop the doors from sliding closed.

It’s another couple. A guy dressed in a tux, the bowtie loose and hanging around his neck.

A woman poured into a silver sequined dress with a slit going all the way up her thigh.

They are laughing, and the woman puts her mouth close to his ear but does nothing to lower her tone when she says, “Why the rush? Would have been more fun to have the place to ourselves.” He reaches down and grips a handful of her arse and whispers something back that I can’t hear.

Warmth prickles at my cheek as Pixie stares at me in the mirror. There’s a hint of a smile on her face as she leans towards the couple and in a staged whisper, says, “Don’t mind us. We like watching.”

My mouth falls open as I stare at her. She gives me a wink and her hand comes down to squeeze my arse, copying what the guy is doing to the woman.

The woman giggles. There’s something about the way she surveys Pixie that I don’t like. And she stares at my crotch like I’m a piece of meat as she licks her lips.

Huh, funny how it had caused a completely different reaction when it happened downstairs with Pixie; my cock swelling with excitement of what was to come. And yet, it’s trying to shrivel inside itself now as this woman eyes me.

She quirks a brow at me. “Do you share?”

“Me or her?” I ask, trying to work out which one of us she wants.

“Both of you.”

“Sometimes, but not tonight,” I tell her with a smooth smile, amused by the frown on her face.

Pixie gives my bum another squeeze, and it feels like an encouraging sign that I said the right thing. The lift dings its arrival at my floor, and the couple moves to one side to let us through.

“Well, Cam, that woman wanted to eat you up.” Pixie chuckles as I lead her down the corridor to my room at the end.

“Yeah, there was something off about her, right?” I ask, tilting my head to the side.

“You felt it too?” Her eyes widen.

“Yeah, the vibes were definitely off,” I say. Pixie’s mouth falls open as she gapes up at me in astonishment. “What?” I ask, trying to work out what’s surprised her.

She shakes her head. “Nothing, it’s all good. Just glad we are both on the same page. So, you want me all to yourself then?” She changes the subject swiftly, but I’m curious about what stopped her in her tracks when she’s usually quick with her responses.

“Well, I know I can give you the five orgasms I promised. I doubt they could have kept up.” I wink, delight sitting in my chest at her laugh as she pats me on the pec.

“Still confident with the five?” she asks. I pull the room key card from my joggers and hold it to the lock to open the door.

“Oh yes, any requests, or do I have free rein?” I ask.

“Free rein sounds fun. I want to see what you can do.” She winks as she walks into the suite. “What? Where’s the bed?” she asks, bafflement in her tone.

“It’s a suite. This is the lounge, and the bedroom is through those double doors.” I point towards them. “The bathroom is beyond that.”

She places her hands on her hips, inclining her head to the side, and asks, “Just how much does a stonemason make? You don’t give me rich arsehole vibes, but you seem to stay in pretty nice digs wherever you go.”

“What can I say? I like a comfy bed and plenty of space.”

“Hmmm,” I feel like I’m some kind of specimen she’s inspecting as she stares up at me.

“Want the tour?” I ask, reaching out a hand, pleasure coursing through me when she takes it.

“Of course I do.”

I show her round, pointing out the massive bathtub and the rainfall shower head in the double shower. She looks on in wonder.

“How long did you say you’re staying here?” she asks.

“Booked to the end of the week, then we’ll see.”

“Where’s all your stuff?” Her brows knit as she glances around the bedroom.

“I’ve mostly just got clothes up here. The car park is underground and secure, so I’m keeping all my tools and equipment in the van down there rather than dragging it up every night.”

“So, what’s the plan here?” She’s standing a couple of feet away, turned to face me front on.

I watch her carefully for a moment, trying to gauge her mood. She seems a bit thrown by the nice hotel room, but I’d rather she was distracted by me, my body, and the pleasure I know I can give her.

“So you like to watch, huh?” I ask her, recalling what she’d said to that couple in the lift.

“Sometimes. I actually prefer to be the one who’s watched.” Her eyes twinkle as she says it.

“Solo? Or with others?”

“Any way it comes.” I can tell that her smile hides a multitude of secrets.

“And how about taking orders? How do you feel about that?”

“Depends on the day of the week and what mood I’m in.” She looks down at my grey sweatpants again, licking her lips.

“So, if I told you to strip now, would you be inclined to do it? Or not?” I can’t decide if I want her to docilely agree, so I can be in charge, or if I want her to push back. I enjoy her feistiness, but I think her acceptance would be a vote of her trust in me.

Her eyes flicker as if she’s measuring her response.

She says nothing, but her hands come up to the fly of her jeans and work them open.

She crouches down to untie her laces and kick off her shoes and socks, then rises back to her feet.

Her eyes pin me to the spot as she shucks the jeans down her legs.

It’s not exactly a strip tease—she adds no flourishes or overtly sexual moves—but it doesn’t prevent my cock from standing to attention.

Or my heart to thump with satisfaction as she does as I asked.

Our gazes stay locked, but the view in my periphery is one of her shapely legs once she’s peeled the jeans all the way off.

My cock throbs and I want to reach down and cup it, try to relieve some of the tension.

But I don’t want to do anything that disturbs her actions.

I wait, my face neutral as she clasps the hem of her t-shirt.

I take the moment our gazes break to sweep mine over her midriff as she pulls the top over her head and throws it to the side.

She’s wearing simple black panties and a matching bra.

Again, there’s nothing overtly seductive about them, and yet she’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.

She stands, arms at her sides as her gaze skims down my body to the outline of my hardened cock in my joggers. Just like earlier, her eyes on me cause desire to course red hot through my veins.

“Now what?” Her voice is low but in no way submissive. Her chin juts out as she stares me down.

I swallow my desire in order to get my words out. “I’m going to sit in this chair.” I step towards the armchair, which is diagonal to the bed, and lower myself into it. “You’re going to touch yourself for me.”

She pouts, making me want to laugh. “You promised me five orgasms.”

“Aye, I did. But we didn’t discuss how they were going to happen. I want to watch you come, Pixie. To see how you bring yourself pleasure. I want to know what you like.”

Her hands touch her thighs and trail up her sides. She reaches behind to unclasp her bra, and I swallow hard when she eases it down her arms, exposing her breasts. She gives a wiggle.

Her breasts aren’t large, but they are a delicious handful, and I enjoy the jiggle as she moves.

Her pinkened nipples jut out, begging for my lips to be wrapped around them.

But I exercise the patience that I know will be worth it in the end.

I place my hands on the arms of the chair, mostly to stop myself from reaching into my joggers and fisting my solid cock.

I don’t think it will be long before the light grey material shows a damp patch from the precum collecting at the tip.

I draw in a steadying breath when she reaches for her panties, tucking her hands in to move them down her legs.

She hooks them off her feet and throws them in my direction.

I catch them in one hand, squeezing to feel the dampness there.

I keep a tight grip on them, resting my closed fist on one knee as she backs up a step or two to the bed.

She sits down, spreading her legs so her wet cunt is on display.

What the fuck am I doing over here when I could be on my knees worshipping her with my mouth?

Neither of us say anything, but it’s difficult to contain the low moan that wants to escape when she brings her fingers to her mouth to suck on them.

The noise is filthy in the otherwise quiet room.

She gulps as she removes them and strokes them down her body, diverting to her left nipple for a quick tweak.

Down further, brushing over her belly until she reaches the top of the curls above her folds.

She pauses to repeat my earlier words, “My eyes are up here, Cam.”

I chuckle but keep my gaze between her thighs as her fingers tug at the tuft of hair before delving lower. Her breath is loud as she makes contact with her slick wetness. My cock throbs as my brain reacts to what I’m seeing. Her moan is quiet, but I’m fully attuned to her, so I don’t miss it.

Two fingers push downwards, brushing over her clit and further to her entrance.

She plunges them inside, taking my breath away with the beauty of it.

Her fingers sink deep, the slick sound clear as she pushes them into her wet cunt.

I bite my lip hard, trying to ground myself in this moment so I don’t blink and miss anything.

Those naughty fingers pull out slowly and my groan escapes as I take in the wetness on them as she draws them up and circles her clit.

Her breath hitches as she exerts pressure on that bundle of nerves.

I remember how good it felt to have her ride my face, to use my tongue to tease at her clit and push inside her.

Her other hand comes up to cup her breast, her fingers plucking at her hardened nipple. I raise my view to her face; her eyes half closed in pleasure.

“That’s it, Pixie.” My tone is gruff, like I’ve swallowed sandpaper. “Make yourself feel good.”

She lets out a moan of pleasure, causing my balls to ache with need.

“You like me watching, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Her voice is soft and cuts me in two. If I was standing, I’d have collapsed to my knees at the sound of pleasure in her tone.

“Do you just want me to watch? Or do you want me to touch myself while I watch you?” Her eyes widen, and her dreamy expression meets mine.

“Please,” she begs.

“Please, what, Pixie? Tell me what you need?”

“I need,” she pauses to pant, her fingers circling her clit ever faster, “to come.”

“You can come, sweetheart, any time you fucking like. I’m never going to deny you pleasure. You take as much as you need.”

Her eyes close tight as she reaches her edge. The sight of her tipping over it almost makes me come. I let loose a sigh of appreciation while she splinters apart, grateful to bear witness to it.