Page 4 of The Loneliest Number (The Thirst Trap #3)

My thighs are on fire from staying upright so long, and I release my kneeling-up position to ease them.

I land on Cam’s tongue. He’s clearly ready for me, moaning at the taste of me, causing another wave of wetness as he gets to work.

He laps at my centre, spearing his tongue inside me.

I want to close my eyes to concentrate on how good it feels to have his mouth on me.

But I’m distracted by Saffy, who backs up, notching his fierce looking cock at her entrance, sinking onto him.

His moan reverberates through my folds as his cock vanishes inside her, causing me to hum with delight.

He moves his attention to my clit, changing up the pressure until I let loose a feral moan.

My eyes roll back as he concentrates all his efforts on the exact right spot, causing a flood of wetness.

His pleasured purr vibrates through my core, driving me closer to the edge of the precipice.

Saff’s eyes twinkle. “Hmm, shame his hands are tied up. Guess I’ll just have to touch my own clit.” She reaches out two fingers, and I draw them into my mouth to moisten them. “Pixie’s getting my fingers nice and wet with her mouth, Cam, so I can rub my clit and come all over you.”

“Fuck,” comes his garbled response. How is he getting any air down there?

I try to lift to give him some space, but he lets loose a guttural growl in response.

“Don’t you dare,” he tells me darkly. Usually, that kind of talk would have my back up, and my contrary nature would have me moving away from him.

But nothing could convince me to give this up.

I ease back down, looking between my thighs to see his whiskered chin covered in my juices.

A low moan from Saffy draws my attention.

She’s pinching her clit between the two fingers I sucked while she grinds on Cam’s cock, with her head thrown back, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes squeezed shut.

She is divine. I get what she said earlier about wanting to take a photo.

I’d love to capture her in this exact position—right on the edge of ecstasy.

Seeing how turned on she is only increases my own arousal.

Paired with Cam’s talented tongue, my thighs quiver around his head.

I lick my lips and gasp as Cam sucks my swollen clit.

My hands on his chest slip with the sweat we’ve both produced, and I readjust so I don’t fall.

I grind my hips, trying to experience as much of this as I can all at once.

My whole body is alive with a feeling I can’t contain anymore.

My pussy clenches as I break apart, letting go and flooding Cam’s face with my release.

My brain is only aware of the pulses of pleasure; there are no thoughts, which is exactly why I do this.

I crave the bone-deep satisfaction that lets me forget everything else.

I pant my way through the orgasm, which is extended when I hear Saffy’s cries of pleasure.

My eyes crack open—I don’t even remember closing them—to see her riding Cam’s cock and his roar signals his own release.

Fuck. Me. That was incredible. I can’t remember a time when I’ve come that hard first time around with strangers. I want nothing more than to collapse atop Cam and get my breath back, but there are too many bodies. Instead, I lift a thigh over his head and collapse beside him and Saff on the bed.

Saffy rests down on Cam’s chest for a moment, a dreamy grin on her face.

“Please, Saff, untie me,” Cam whispers with a rasp, after our breaths start to even.

“Seeing as you asked so nicely. Are you recovered enough to help me, Pixie?”

I nod, shifting to the head of the bed. As I loosen the first scarf, I give his wrist a soft massage to bring the blood circulation back.

I try to lean over him to reach the other arm, but it’s too far.

As I start to pull away to move around the bed, his free hand comes up to my waist, stroking at my hip. I pause, savouring his touch.

“Let me just move around and I’ll get your other hand.” I hop off the bed and walk round as Saff releases his second ankle. She rubs at the red marks where the ties held him in place, and he lets out a husky groan as he bends his knees.

Saff takes the condom off him, wrapping it in a tissue before placing it in the bin.

“What do you need, honey?” Saff asks him as I untie his other wrist and give it the same massage treatment as the first.

“Some water would be great.” He smiles at her, but the blindfold still covers his eyes. His hand reaches up to it, but he pauses. “And permission to remove this.”

“Of course.” She bends down and kisses him on the cheek before sauntering out of the bedroom in all her unashamed, curvy glory.

I stand next to the bed, aware of the tap running in the other room, but my eyes are riveted to Cam.

He sits up, and both hands come up to ease the blindfold over his head.

He blinks at the light to adjust, then his gaze starts at my toes and burns all the way up.

Barely minutes have passed since my amazing orgasm, and yet my belly flutters with arousal at his slow perusal.

He licks his lips when his gaze skims over the blonde curls between my thighs, causing me to squeeze them together.

He swings his legs round to place his feet on the floor, bringing him much closer to me.

His chin lifts as he looks at my breasts, the pointed nipples practically screaming for his attention. And when our gazes meet, I get a jolt. His chestnut eyes pierce mine. His pupils are blown out, showing only a small ring of brown, like a frame, around the rim.

“Pixie.” His voice is low and his accent thick, making me want to get on my knees and worship at his feet.

“Cam,” I reply, my voice shaking.

“Saff was right; You're gorgeous.” I hope that the blush rising on my cheeks is hidden by the glow from all the sex.

“Ahh, you two are properly meeting, and both stark bollock naked, just the way it should be.” Saffy struts back into the room and holds out a glass of water for Cam. She comes to stand beside me, grasping my hand as she murmurs, “All okay?”

I blink as I look across at her. I sway on my feet as the room spins and a round of dizziness hits me out of the blue. “Oh,” I gasp.

Cam slams his glass on the bedside cabinet as he reaches out to grip my hips, holding me upright when my body wants to pour itself into a puddle on the floor.

“Easy, hen,” he murmurs as he tugs me onto his lap. “Okay?” His warm breath skitters across my cheek, an echo of the sensation I’d felt earlier on my thigh.

I close my eyes, checking in with myself, trying to figure out what happened. “Just give me a moment, please,” I say quietly. The bed dips as Saffy sits beside us, and her hand comes up to give my shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Of course, take your time.” Her voice is soft and warm.

Did I come too hard? I haven’t drunk any alcohol. What’s wrong with me?

And then, as if it’s answering my question, my stomach rumbles and gurgles so loudly it causes me to jump. Cam’s arms tighten around me, and a sense of safety blankets me.

“When did you last eat?” he asks. I wince, opening my eyes to look straight into his.

“Lunchtime. I thought we might have eaten before we got started,” I tell them both.

Cam’s brows knit together, and his eyes spark with what looks like anger.

I gulp at the sudden change in him, but then he draws in a breath and his face relaxes as he speaks, “Well, we can’t have that.

Let’s get some food in you. How about some crackers and cheese to tide you over, and we can go get a bite? ”

“I’ll grab them,” Saffy says, tugging her t-shirt over her head this time before she leaves.

“If you guys have other plans, I can just stop for something on my way back to my hotel. You don’t have to include me.”

“You think I’m done with you, Pixie? Because I can assure you, I am not.

” Cam’s timbre is gruff, which I’m starting to realise might be his usual tone.

I wet my lips in anticipation, desperate to know how he sees the rest of the evening panning out.

“Let’s get you fed, little one. You gave us a fright. ”

From anyone else, that nickname would annoy me, but I can’t deny that it fits. Rather than allowing myself to enjoy his need to take care of me, I try to brush it off. “I just get dizzy sometimes when I’m hungry. It’s nothing.”

“Not nothing. You need to be taking proper care of yourself. And I want to help you do that tonight. How do you feel about Italian?”

“Italian sounds amazing,” Saffy declares as she comes back in, holding a plate of crackers and cheese.

They’re heaped up, and I frown, not wanting to spoil my dinner.

But then, Cam reaches out his meaty hand and snatches two, wedging a thick slice of cheese between them, and putting the sandwich into his mouth in one go.

A couple of crunches, and he swallows before reaching for his glass of water and guzzling most of it down. I quirk a brow at him.

“What? Sex makes me hungry and thirsty. Why haven’t you eaten yet?”

“I don’t think she could get in there with your big bear claws in the way,” Saffy teases as I reach for a singular cracker. I break one of the cheese slices in two and add it before eating it in several bites.

“Here, I saved you some.” Cam holds out the glass he just drank from.

I can’t be precious about germs when we’ve just had our mouths all over each other, so I shrug as I reach for it and take a few sips.

“Another,” he demands, adding the other half of my cheese to another cracker and approaching my mouth with it.

“I can do it myself,” I tell him, mutiny apparent in my tone as I grab it.

“I know,” he leans close to my ear, “but sometimes it’s more fun when you let others take charge.”