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Me: I’m soaked. Are you hard?
I watch in gleeful delight as his hand reaches down into his boxers and pulls himself free. He is long and proud as he strokes himself, the tip glistening with promise. I immediately want to wrap my mouth around it, but I have a feeling if I do, I’ll lose the game.
Camden: You make me harder than any woman I’ve ever met.
Me: Bet you say that to all the girls.
Camden: Touch yourself again.
I slip my fingers inside of myself again, and it becomes a huge battle between closing my eyes in ecstasy or watching Camden’s ripped arm pump himself faster and faster.
Me: I want to taste you.
Camden: I can still taste you from last night.
Me: I want to fuck you again.
Camden: Soon, Specs. Very soon.
I grind into my hand and flick my clit the way I remember Camden doing to me this morning. The sensation causes me to cry out as I feel the build coming.
Camden: I’m going to come on you.
His text is the dirtiest thing he’s sent me so far, but the hope of him ending this texting and actually touching me excites me so much that I respond immediately.
Me: Yes, please.
The bed dips as Camden moves to straddle me. I slide up the wall so I’m no longer lying flat, allowing him to rub his crown between my breasts. I squeeze them together with my biceps to form some pressure around him while his other hand drops his mobile and reaches to find my aching centre.
Two fingers disappear inside of me and I moan, grabbing hold of him in my hands and taking over the movement in front of me. He gasps at my touch and uses his thumb on my clit, doing that firm sideways motion again.
“Oh my God, Cam,” I exclaim, pumping myself against his hand. His fingers on me are so much more effective than my own. I cry out another time when my release catches me completely off guard. “Yes!”
I grip him so hard in my hands when I orgasm that he yells, “Fuck!” Then his warm release spasms all over my chest.
I open my eyes and look up to find Camden with a sexy smirk on his face as he gazes down at the display he’s made. His fingers slip out of my centre and he sits back on his haunches.
“Another shower?” he asks, waggling his brows.
I giggle and shake my head. “Ye think?”
IT’S NEARING FIVE O’clock by the time I get to Indie’s flat to take her to Tower Park the next day. Last night with her is what I call dirty hot. It was exactly what I needed after the overwhelming feelings I had during our first time together.
I took a girl’s virginity once when I was seventeen. She was sixteen and we did it when her parents weren’t home. But I don’t remember it feeling so…emotional. Maybe Indie is just as expressive as she is responsive, and that’s what I was reacting to? I don’t know, but bloody hell, that felt different than what I’m used to.
When my traitorous sister gave her coffee, I knew I needed to get control of the situation. Having coffee in the Harris house with a girl who’s not blood-related is like picking out china patterns together. Way too far, Vi. Way too far.
But when Indie messaged me about sexting last night, I thought a down and dirty tryst that involved me leaving when we were done would get us right back on track. And it did. She didn’t seem bothered when I left after our shower. She seemed relieved.
Which is how it should be.
I don’t do relationships. I just like sex. I don’t see it as using women. I see it as appreciating them. At worst, I’ll be remembered as that footballer who shagged them once and taught them what great sex feels like. Some women accept that notion better than others.
This arrangement just feels different because it’s happening more than once. That’s all.
Indie opens the door and my eyes drink her in. It’s been great fun seeing what she looks like outside of the hospital. Tonight, she’s wearing a pair of tiny denim shorts and a thin white tank top with buttons down the chest. Her top is covered with a red plaid, long sleeve shirt that she’s left unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up. The outfit is topped off with her red-framed glasses.
The glasses are the same ones she left in my hospital room after the second night she slept with me. I returned them to her before she left my flat yesterday. I chose not to mention the fact that I am pretty sure Dr. Prichard noticed them that day at the hospital. Indie is already so paranoid about people finding out about us that I didn’t want to add fuel to the fire.
