Page 11 of The Loneliest Number (The Thirst Trap #3)

Chapter ten

Cam

I t’s an honour to sit here quietly and watch her come down from the orgasm.

Her legs spread, one hand holding a breast, the other still tangled between her thighs.

Fuck, she’s a picture. I wish Saff and her photography skills were here to catch this on film.

I’d have it enlarged and hang it opposite my bed.

Her eyes flutter open, and I wait for her to come back down to earth.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, my tone soft.

She’s already flushed from the orgasm, making her appear bashful when she looks over at me from under her lashes. “Thank you,” she murmurs.

“Ready for more?” I ask, checking in with her.

“Always.” She leans back with her hands on the mattress, her gaze clear as she stares at me. Her legs remain open, and I love her shamelessness. I have no plan. Other than to make this woman come so hard, she sees stars. We’ve had the prelude. Now I’m ready to take an active role in her pleasure.

I know as soon as I touch her, I’ll lose my damn mind, so I say the important stuff before I move. “I’ve got condoms and I’ve not been with anyone since my last test results were clear.” I don’t add that I’ve not been with anyone else since that night with her and Saff.

She rewards me with a smile. “I’m clear, too. I have the results saved on my phone if you want to see them.”

“I trust you,” I tell her. “Do you want to see my results?”

She shakes her head with a gulp. Am I making headway with her faith in me? Regardless, it’s time to move things along.

I rise from the chair, unzipping my hoodie and shrugging out of it. I kick off my trainers, leaving my feet bare, and rest my hands on my hips.

“So, you like my grey sweatpants then?” I ask, quirking my head to the side.

“Yes, I do.” She purrs the response causing my cock to bob.

She grins as she sees the movement. “But don’t be shy, honey.

Take them off.” I push them down, allowing my stiff shaft to spring free and hit my lower abs.

I step out of the sweats and kick them to the side.

Staying where I am, I allow her to look me over in the same way I’ve been doing for her.

I tip my head to one side, then the other, and roll my shoulders, trying to loosen up from the arousal that has my whole body tight on a leash. It’s going to be a long night if I get my way. I need to relax and focus on Pixie first.

Prowling towards the bed, my hard cock bobs with each step.

I stop between her thighs. I want nothing more than to sink into her right now, fill her to the hilt, and make us both feel good.

But I have a feeling once the main event is done, she will be up and out of here faster than I can blink.

So, we’re going to play this a different way, and then I can keep her here as long as possible.

I lower to my knees, grateful for the height of the bed, which means I won’t need to stoop.

I place a hand on either side of her hips as she draws in a deep breath.

Her breasts move with the inhalation. I bend to kiss her pubic bone, maintaining eye contact.

Her eyes dance with delight as I press kisses lower until I’m pressing my tongue to her swollen clit.

She moans. I fight the urge to explode right here, just from this taste of her.

I don’t stay long on her clit; I’ll come back to that later. I work my way down and spear my tongue inside her. She’s sweet, and I want to lap up every drop of her nectar. Her back arches on the bed.

“Cam.” One of her hands comes up to grip at the back of my head.

I take that as a cue to stay where I am and fuck her with my tongue, savouring her honeyed moisture.

I replace my tongue with two fingers that easily slip inside as I circle her clit with my lips.

Fuck, she’s soaked. Her moans amp up my arousal.

I stroke my fingers against her front wall, and her hips shoot upwards as she groans.

I ease back with my mouth, trying to prolong things for us both.

I’ve lost all track of time. There is only her, her exquisite taste, and being so aware of her body and how close she is to orgasm.

“You are a delight,” I growl as my fingers fuck her.

It might be easier to do this now when she’s laid out like a feast before me, but I think we both enjoyed the naughtiness of earlier when my fingers had been crammed inside her when there was a group of people just a few metres away.

She likes to be watched. She’s turned on by the thought of being caught.

How can I work that into this evening? An idea brings a smirk to my face.

I withdraw my fingers, raising them to my lips to lick at her juices.

“Cam,” she moans, “why did you stop?” She raises her head, pink cheeked and hair dishevelled, and glares at me. “That’s twice today you’ve done that to me.”

“Do you want me to make you come here, like this? Or do you want to stand in the window while I fuck you with my fingers?” We are high enough that I hope she will get the thrill of being watched without being caught for public indecency.

She glances across to the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights of the city twinkling beyond the glass.

“Make me come here. And then fuck me against the window.” She smirks.

“Good plan.” And I don’t wait around. I dive back between her thighs, sucking on her clit as I shove three fingers inside her.

Her shout of pleasure causes my cock to throb.

I’ve been trying to ignore it and concentrate only on her, but I can’t resist dropping my free hand down and squeezing it tightly.

Her inner walls clench around my fingers as she lets go, and a gush of moisture floods my hand. “Such a good girl. That’s so fucking hot,” I retreat just enough to praise her before lapping up all her juices, gentling my motions to help ease her back down from the high.

Her hand grips a handful of my hair and pulls me away. “Just give me a damn minute.” She pants. I turn my head to nuzzle at her hand instead.

I rise from the floor and kneel on the bed, gathering her up in my arms to move us both. I tuck her under my arm, her head resting on my chest, and my hand stroking circles on her back while she recovers. She’s so much more pliable after an orgasm, and I’ll take every chance I can to snuggle her.

“Okay?” I ask.

“How is that only two? I already feel like we’ve been at it all night.”

“Just take a moment to rest. There’s no rush. Have a nap if you need one.”

She frowns at that suggestion. “Are you saying I can’t keep up with you?”

“It’s not about keeping up with each other. It’s about pleasure, and if you need to take a breather between bouts, I am more than happy with that.”

She lets out a grunt, and her brows are still knitted with annoyance. “I thought…” She trails off. I angle my head to meet her gaze, wondering what’s holding her back. “I don’t…” She shakes her head and her lips form a mutinous line.

“What about a bath?” I suggest, trying to work out the best way to chill her out. I decide at this moment that some arbitrary amount of orgasms means nothing. I want her to feel comfortable enough to open up to me. I want her to relax and feel at ease.

“I’ve never been in a bath that big. I might get lost.” She sighs.

“It’s okay. I’ll get in with you and provide an anchor.

” I lean towards her to plant a kiss on her forehead, causing another sigh.

“I’ll go run it and then come and get you when it’s ready,” I tell her as I ease from the bed, my cock throbbing with every move.

I push my own arousal to the side, knowing it will be well worth the wait.

It’s a fast running tap, and despite the pool-like measurements of the bath, it fills quickly. I pour in the whole mini bottle of bath soak and realise too late that it might be too much when the bubbles threaten to engulf the bathroom.

I head back to the bedroom to see Pixie curled up in a ball with her eyes closed.

I pause at the doorway, taking in her even breathing.

Is she asleep? I frown. She had more stamina that night in Glasgow with Saff and I, but she had worked a shift before getting here.

I pad over to her and place a hand on her shoulder.

Her eyes pop open and she gives a grimace.

“Sorry—just resting my eyes a moment. Is the bath ready?”

“Aye, it is, come on.” I gather her up in my arms and carry her through, lowering her to her feet and holding her hand to help her step in. Then I get in behind her and we both ease into the hot, bubbly water that envelopes us like a comforting hug.

“Jeez, Cam, how much bubble bath did you use?”

“It was only a tiny bottle, so I used the whole thing.”

Her giggle brings warmth to my chest. I pull her so she’s sitting between my legs.

“Relax, Pixie. I’m knackered myself. Let’s just chill for a moment.” It’s like my words have the opposite effect on her, and she rubs her hands up my thighs, drawing her nails across the wiry hair there. My arousal, barely brushed aside, surges to the forefront as my cock pulses with need.

“Abby,” she whispers. “My name is Abby Martin.”

The breakthrough causes my heart to skip in surprise, and joy washes over me like a hot shower at the end of a long, hard day.

“Pleased to meet you, Abby Martin. I’m Cameron.”

“I want to hear you say my name when you come inside me later.” Her voice is full of mischief. And I’m glad she seems to be more like her usual self than she did ten minutes ago.

“I can do that, Abby.” I want to say her name over and over again now she’s granted me the gift of knowing it.

It’s a step closer to knowing her. I nibble at her earlobe while I use a foot to nudge her legs apart, dipping my hand between them.

“How about a nice, easy orgasm here, now? And then I’ll fuck you against the window if you’re still up for that? ”

“Yes, please,” she gasps as my finger circles her clit before giving it a tap.

A warm contentment settles over me, knowing that she trusts me enough to share more of herself. It makes me even more determined to bring her as much pleasure as possible and find a way to keep her in my life. And perhaps I should open up more with her, too.