Page 71 of Man Advantage

“Mmhmm. But you always liked when I used my fingers before.” I raised my eyebrows.

He whimpered softly. “Uh-huh. I did.”

“It’s been a while, though. You might have to guide me a little.”

“Just be gentle and slow.”

I grinned. “Okay,thatmuch I remember.”

“Good.” He guided my hand between his legs, which was all the green light I needed.

It had been a long, long time, and we’d both been clumsy and clueless back then, but with some trial and error, I’d learned to get him off. And it turned out, some things were just like riding a bike.

“Oh God…” He closed his eyes and pressed back against the wall, rolling his hips as I made light circles with my fingertips. “Fuck…”

“That good?”

Eyes still squeezed shut, he nodded. “Y-yeah. Oh my God…”

Maybe we should’ve waited until we were in bed, because I wasn’t so sure I could hold myself up. The rush I got from turning him on like this made my knees weak and almost turned my spine to liquid.

I’d manage, though. Whatever it took to keep him moaning and trembling like that.

I pressed my other forearm against the wall for balance, and I found his mouth with mine. His kiss was less deliberate and calculated this time, but no less intense—it was messy and needy, breathless and hungry. He gripped my shoulder in one hand, my hair in the other, and every whimper and moan vibrated across my lips and made the whole room spin. I was barely even aware of the hot water anymore. Nothing existed except Cam getting hotter and hotter as I teased him and kissed him and held him and?—

Fuck, I couldn’t believe this was real. That he’d kissed me in the gym. That he’d dropped to his knees and blown me. That I was fingering him closer and closer to oblivion. That I might… Oh my God, I might get to hear and feel and make him come right here, right now, in my shower.

I broke the kiss and touched my forehead to his. “You are so fucking hot,” I slurred. “Jesus, Cam.”

He clawed at my shoulders, trembling hard between me and the wall as he rutted against my fingers. “I want to come. And… I want you to fuck me. I’m…” He trailed off into a moan.

“I’ll absolutely fuck you,” I said hoarsely. “Any way you want it.”

The strangled sound he made was too damn sexy for words. His fingernails dug into my shoulders, and he shuddered hard, arching off the wall as he whined, “Oh my God…”

I stared at him, utterly mesmerized as he started to fall apart in my arms. That I was the one doing this to him—blew my damn mind.

“Let me see you come,” I pleaded. “Fuck yeah, baby, let me?—”

He gasped, and then cried out, his voice echoing off the marble walls as he bucked between me and the wall, rubbinghard against my fingers and swearing and nearly falling to pieces.

If I hadn’t already come myself, I’d have gone off from this alone. No fantasy, no porno, no prior experience—nothing held a candle to Cam unraveling into oblivion in my arms.

With a harsh, ragged breath, Cam slumped against the wall, panting and trembling, still holding my shoulders in a painful death grip. “Holy shit…”

“That is so hot,” I murmured.

He grinned and kissed me lightly. “You’re telling me. I was the one coming.”

“I know. And I want you to be the one coming again.”

Cam bit his lip. “Good thing neither of us has anywhere to be today, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh. Good thing.” I reached back and turned off the water. Without the rush of the shower, my voice echoed in the suddenly silent bathroom. “How about we move this into the bedroom so I can fuck you?”

Cam closed his eyes and shivered as if the question alone had reignited his orgasm. When he opened them again, they were full of fire as he rasped, “Bedroom. Now.”

CHAPTER 22

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