Page 118 of Stolen Bases

Cam breaks away with a frustrated groan like it’s killing him to stop kissing me.

Me too, big guy. I want him to put his lips on every inch of my body. I’m about to burst at the seams from pent-up frustration and desire.

He’s been a perfect—albeit filthy-mouthed—gentleman with me from the start. And that stops now. I need him in every way. If he doesn’t put me out of my misery and fuck me soon, I might combust.

“Cam, please,” I plead, needy and breathless.

“Talia.” I can feel the smile on his lips as he peppers kisses along my jaw and neck.

I’d roll my eyes at him if my pussy wasn’t screaming at me to unbuckle the seatbelt holding me back and climb into his lap to ride him like a horse.

“Take me home, or so help me God, I’m going to climb over the center console and—”

The threat dies on my lips as Cam’s large palm grips my upper thigh. His thumb drags dangerously close to where I need him. My hips lift, searching, begging for him to touch me.

“No, not here.” Cam falls back into his seat, releasing his tight hold on me.

I immediately miss his possessive touch. Soft, needy sounds escape me as I take a deep breath, doing my best to tamper down the inferno building inside me.

He grips the monster erection tenting the fabric of his sweatpants, and strokes it. My mouth waters. It’s been two weeks too long since I’ve had my lips wrapped around his thick cock, taking him deep into the back of my throat and driving him wild.

“Don’t look at my dick like that.” His voice is so thick and gritty; I swear I can feel it vibrating against my needy clit from here.

My eyes dart up to meet his heavy-lidded gaze. “Like what?” I ask with an innocent lilt.

“Like you want to suck my cock until I come down your throat.”

In an exaggerated move, one I never thought I’d make, I lick my lips and hum.

“Fuck,” Cam hisses. With a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, like he can’t chance touching me, he puts the car in drive and pulls away from the curb, the back wheels screeching.

I cross my legs to ease the ache between my thighs. An ache only Cam can cure with his mouth. His fingers. And, hopefully, his cock.

My skin tingles every time Cam glances over at me, his eyes burning with desire. My nipples harden under his scrutiny. I need a distraction, or I might do something dangerous.

Like suck his dick while he drives?

My pussy clenches air. I think my inner voice is hornier than I am.

I turn on the radio, and the seductive pop beat of Tyla’sWaterfills the car. She croons about finding someone who can make her sweat and water. The lyrics infuse images of Cam working my body into a sweat-filled extravaganza of sex.

Cam clears his throat, glancing my way. The heat in his eyes scorches my skin.

Nope. We can’t listen to this. I switch the station to a rock channel. The DJ announces the next song, Kings of Leon’sSex on Fire.

What the hell? Is the universe out to torture me?

The air grows thick to a stifling degree, and the lead singer croons about car head and public sex. My sex is definitely on fire. As if to remind me of Cam’s annoyingly sexy edging, my clit pulses.

I switch my crossed legs, unsuccessfully trying to take the edge off, and change the station. I almost groan in frustration whenS&Mby Rihanna blares through the speakers. Unable to stop my brain, I picture Cam in our own red room of pain, bending me over while he uses a whip to make good on his threats of punishment, spanking my ass raw.

Cam must be thinking the same thing as he picks up speed, heading toward the signs for the Pacific Coast Highway. I grip thepassenger grab handle. A different time, and I’d tell him to slow down, but today I wish he would hurry.

He doesn’t wait for the song to end and leans forward, switching to another station. Marvin Gaye’sSexual Healingcomes on, and I give into the signs. We are so getting it on today. It’s been months of flirting, dating, and rounding some bases. I’m ready to go all the way home.

Leaning against the passenger door like I have no care in the world, I watch Cam, command his car and the road behind the wheel like an expert NASCAR driver. The car fits the man.

Strong. Sleek. Sexy. Powerful.

---