Page 41 of A Matter of Time
He had that right, and it was all his damn fault.
I spit into my hand, getting a good amount of lubricant to start rubbing him with, my hand gripping his hard shaft firmly as his fingers slid beneath the fabric between my legs, brushing up against my clit.
“Oh, God,” I muttered as he kissed my neck, one hand between my legs and the other on my breast. It was hard to keep focus on what I was meant to be doing, but I tried my best, pumping his stiff cock and twisting my hand gently around his head, making his muscles tighten.
“You’ve been thinking about my cock since the other night, haven’t you?” he growled, his voice taking on that harder, slightly more dominant edge it always did when he got really turned on. “You’ve been thinking about it just as much as I’ve been missing this pussy.”
He shoved his fingers deep into me as I swayed against him, supporting myself with one arm on his shoulder while my right hand continued to stroke him.
“Tyler couldn’t get you off this quickly, could he?” Cam challenged, the jealousy and possessiveness in his voice completely clear. “He wasn’t the one who got you wet like this.”
He had that right, but I wasn’t about to let him have the last word. “It’s not Kyra’s hand you want circling your cock, is it?”
“Fuck, no.”
His simple admission of that fact brought me even closer, and he knew it, beginning to fuck me harder with his fingers, his thumb playing with my clit, and his own breath growing shorter as I picked up my pace in return.
“Give it to me, Sugar,” he ordered, his voice thick with need. “Come all over my hand, sweet girl.”
He hadn’t called me that in a very long time, and my body obeyed, clamping down on his hand as my orgasm hit me, and that proved to be his tipping point too. He came hard, spurting all over my exposed thighs as I kept stroking him lightly.
As we both caught our breath, I looked down at the mess we’d made. “Well, shit.”
He chuckled too, but only for a second before someone knocked on the door. “Cam? Is everything okay in there?”
The voice on the other side of the door belonged to Kyra, and it only made me smile wider as Cam’s eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights. How, exactly, did he plan to explain this?
~Cam~
I had no idea why Tonia found it funny that Kyra was outside the restroom door. When that door opened, she would be exposed just the same as me. Surely, her date wouldn’t exactly be thrilled about what she’d just done either, not to mention the man who’d hired us both.
“Do up your pants,” she whispered to me, still smirking. “I’ll clean up the floor.”
Since all she had to do was pull her skirt back down, she was a step ahead of me, and I moved out of the way while she took care of the mess we’d made
“I’ll be just a second,” I called out to Kyra as I tucked my cock back into my pants, zipped them up and quickly washed my hands. How long had I been away for her to come looking for me? What if I’d just been having stomach trouble? It felt like a pretty ballsy move, but as I glanced at my watch, I realized it had actually been over 20 minutes since I left the table. Maybe she had a valid reason for being concerned.
“Go ahead,” Tonia whispered to me, still smiling. “I’ll stay out of sight.”
I didn’t really want to go, not after what we’d just done. I still didn’t have the first idea why she had come in there at all. Did she think we’d moved into some kind of friends with benefits situation? That would only make sense if we were actually friends in the first place, which I couldn’t swear we were.
Did she just want a fuck buddy? As much as I enjoyed being intimate with her, I couldn’t do that in the long term. I was supposed to be moving on, and being reminded of just how good we could have been together was hardly the way to do that. The pull between me and Tonia wasn’t just about sex for me. It never had been.
Or had she come in there simply to convince me that we still had things to talk about?
Whatever her reason, I had no time to get an answer right then and there, so reluctantly, I opened the door while Tonia squeezed up against the wall behind it. It might not have been perfect, but I could manage to get out of the restroom without it being completely obvious that someone else had been in there with me.
“I’m so sorry, I lost track of time,” I apologized to Kyra as I pulled the restroom door closed behind me. “Started checking something on my work phone, and got caught up on it. I didn’t realize it had been so long.”
As we started walking back down the hall, the restroom door clicked locked behind us. Kyra turned her head to look, so I quickly tried to distract her, putting my arm around her.
“Can I get you another drink?”
Her eyes were full of suspicion, letting me know she didn’t really buy my story, and I couldn’t really blame her. Calling it weak would be generous.
“I think I’d just like to go home, actually,” she answered me coolly.
Some guys in my position would have told her to go ahead then, but unfortunately, that wasn’t me. My conscience wouldn’t allow it, not when I’d invited her there, even though I would much rather stay and talk to Tonia and figure out what the hell was going on in her head.
