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She whimpered when I pushed two fingers inside her. It was then I realized there was no barrier to contend with. While she hadn’t been penetrated by a man, I suspected she’d had some interactions with her toys. Still, her pussy was like a vice, so hot, so fucking tight as it clamped down on my fingers. I longed to slide my cock into the warmth of her body, to hear her cry out my name when she came.
“Fuck, Jamie…” I groaned, caught up in her. “Your pussy’s so hot.”
My hand moved faster, my fingers curving inside her, working to find her G-spot. I needed to feel her pussy clamp down on my hand, to watch her eyes turn black with desire as she came.
“Oh, God … Cav…” Jamie’s body went lax as she leaned against the car.
I pressed closer to her, ensuring she felt the weight of me as my hand tightened in her hair. As I fingered her hot, wet pussy, she consumed me in every way. I knew this would never be enough.
But it would have to be.
For tonight.
“Come for me, cupcake,” I growled softly. “Come on my hand.”
A broken cry fell from her lips as her pussy clutched my fingers.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my fingers.”
She did and it was such a beautiful sight.
I held her there, allowed her to ease down from the sensual high. Reluctantly, I pulled my fingers from her body but kept my hand fisted in her hair as I moved in to bite her bottom lip.
“No holds barred,” I whispered, licked the spot I bit before pulling back and staring into her eyes. “It’s now my mission in life to own you, cupcake. Mind, body… and soul.”
SIXTEEN
EDGE
THERE WAS NO SOUND COMING FROM MY computer, but I didn’t need to hear to know exactly what was taking place in the parking garage. There on the screen, I watched with voyeuristic fascination as Cav pinned Jamie against her car. The view was obstructed by a sea of vehicles, but I suspected he had his fingers buried deep in her pussy, driving her to ecstasy.
Could be you. If, you know, you’d get your head out of your ass.
Yeah. Whatever.
Jamie’s head fell back, and I swear I could hear the satisfied sigh drifting on the air.
That was when I realized I was breathing faster, my cock hard from simply watching the two of them.
Not caring that I was invading their privacy, I left the monitor on even as Cav assisted Jamie into her car, then stepped back as she drove away. When her car had disappeared from view and Cav’s long legs began eating up the distance between us, I flipped from one camera to another, watching as he made his way through the club and back to me.
A minute passed, then another before a light knock sounded on my office door.
“Come in.”
The door eased open as I leaned back in my chair, turning slightly to face him. Cav stepped inside, gently closed the door. While I expected to see a smug expression, it was absent. The only thing giving away what had just happened was the tension knotting Cav’s shoulders. I figured it had everything to do with the fact that he’d gotten her off and was not dealing with the unquenched thirst, the residual lust.
“She get off okay?” I asked, purposely using the double entendre.
Cav’s cautious gaze slid to the computer monitor. “She did. Enjoy the show?”
“Absolutely,” I admitted, pushing to my feet. “Did you enjoy getting her off?”
“Fuck, she’s sweet,” he said, the lines in his face reflecting the building agitation.
I perched on the edge of my desk. “Show me how hard she made you.”
“Here?”
“Yes, here. Now.”
His expression reflected his uncertainty, silence settling between us before his deft fingers began unbuttoning his jeans, freeing his cock.
“Stroke yourself,” I ordered, unable to look away from the rock-hard cock in his fist.
His breaths came more rapidly, his desire building as I admired his restraint.
Wary eyes followed my every movement as I stood tall, stalked the few steps toward him. I urged him back with my body.
“Don’t stop.” I dropped my attention to the hard length of him between us. “Keep stroking.”
“Or what?” he taunted.
The tight leash on my control threatened to snap. As a distraction, I crushed him against the door, slammed my mouth down on his, and took everything he was willing to give me.
“Tell me,” I urged.
“Her pussy’s so fucking hot,” he panted, the muscle in his arm flexing as he continued to drive himself toward release. “So fucking wet.”
My dick jerked, my muscles locking in anticipation of the heat his words would cause.
As I feasted on his mouth, I gripped his other wrist, lifted his hand. I broke the kiss just long enough to bring his fingers to my nose. I inhaled the sweet scent of Jamie’s pussy before sucking those digits into my mouth. I had yet to taste her, to feel her pussy on my tongue. Despite my urges, I couldn’t bring myself to take her yet.
