Page 67 of Penalty Kiss
"Been wanting to do this all day," he growls against my lips, one hand tangling in my hair while the other skims up my thigh beneath my skirt.
"Someone could—” I start, but the words dissolve into a moan as his fingers find the edge of my panties.
"Someone could what?" He nips at my collarbone, fingers teasing along the damp silk. "Catch us? Realize that I can't keep my hands off you?"
His touch is light, maddening, tracing patterns that make my hips buck forward seeking more pressure. Then, in one swift move, he yanks my panties to the side, and his fingers plunge into me, hard and fast. I gasp, my head falling back against the door with a thud. He doesn't hesitate, thrusting two fingers deep inside me, curling them to hit the spot that makes my knees buckle.
"Cam," I moan, my hands gripping his shoulders for support. His thumb finds my clit, circling it with a firm, steady pressure that sends shockwaves through my body. The slick rhythm of his fingers fills the small closet, wet and dirty and exhilarating.
His mouth captures mine, swallowing my cries as he fingers me with a relentless rhythm. I can feel the orgasm building, my inner muscles clenching around his fingers as he drives them deeper, harder. He breaks away from my lips, his breath hot against my ear.
"You're so wet, Tara," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "Someone’s a naughty girl.”
I nod, unable to form words as the pleasure intensifies. His thumb presses harder against my clit, rubbing in tight circlesthat push me closer to the edge. I bite down on my lip to stifle my cries, but he's merciless, his fingers thrusting into me with a force that has me spiraling.
"I’ve been hard all morning just remembering how you felt wrapped around me.”
I have to grab his shoulders for support.
"Tell me what you want, Rookie."
"You. I want you."
"You have me." His thumb finds that perfect spot while his fingers work inside me, setting up a rhythm that has me climbing fast toward the edge.
"The question is, how quietly can you come?"
It's a challenge, and we both know it. I've never been particularly quiet during sex—not that I have a lot of experience to draw from—but something about Cam makes me lose all control.
"I can be quiet," I lie breathlessly.
"Prove it."
His fingers curve inside me, hitting that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids, and I have to bite down on his shoulder to muffle the sound that wants to escape.
"That's my girl," he murmurs, working me faster, harder, his free hand gripping my hip to keep me steady. "Let go for me."
The orgasm hits like lightning, sharp and electric, racing through every nerve ending. I bury my face in his neck, breathing hard as the waves of pleasure slowly ebb.
As I come down from the high of my orgasm, I become aware of Cam's hard length pressing against me. I reach for his belt, my fingers trembling slightly as I unbuckle it. His breath hitches as I unbutton his pants and slowly pull down the zipper. I can feel his heart pounding in his chest, matching the rhythm of my own excited pulse.
"My turn." I slide my hand into his boxers, wrapping my fingers around his thick, hard shaft. He groans softly, his eyes never leaving mine. I stroke him gently, feeling the smooth skinand the rigid heat beneath. His hips jerk forward, seeking more friction, but I take my time, teasing him just as he teased me.
I sink to my knees, never breaking eye contact. His pupils are blown wide, his lips parted as he watches me with an intensity that sends another rush of heat through me. I lean in, running my tongue along the length of his shaft, from base to tip. He hisses, his hand coming to rest on my shoulder, gripping lightly.
I take him into my mouth, inch by inch, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head. He tastes salty and masculine, a flavor that is uniquely Cam. I relax my throat, taking him deeper, until he hits the back of my throat. He groans, a low, feral sound that vibrates through his body.
I begin to move, bobbing my head up and down, creating a rhythm that has his hips moving in sync. I use my hand to stroke the part of his shaft that I can't reach with my mouth, twisting and pumping in time with my movements. His breath comes in quick gasps, his fingers digging into my shoulder.
"You're going to kill me."
I can feel him getting closer, his cock swelling in my mouth, his hips moving faster. I look up at him, our eyes locking, and the raw, primal need I see in his gaze sends a surge of power through me. I double my efforts, wanting to push him over the edge, wanting to feel him come undone because of me.
His hand moves to the back of my head, guiding me, but not forcing. I can feel his thighs trembling, his body tensing. I know he's close. I take him deep one last time, and he explodes in my mouth, his hot release pulsing down my throat. I swallow, taking everything he gives me, until his body finally stills.
I release him slowly, licking my lips as I look up at him. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes heavy-lidded and sated. He reaches down, pulling me to my feet, and kisses me deeply, not caring that I just had him in my mouth.
"That was..." he starts, then shakes his head. "I don't have words."
