Down London Road (On Dublin Street #2)(61)

All I felt was urgency.

Our lips collided, biting, nipping, licking, as we both reached for the closure on his jeans. He shoved them and his boxers down to his ankles, freeing his cock, and I watched as he took his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled a condom out of it. As he rolled it up his straining dick, I gasped. It was big, but I had had big before. That wasn't what the gasp was for. The gasp was for the girth.

'Oh, my,' I breathed, feeling the trickle between my legs incite my already excited state.

'Why, thank you.' Cam flashed me a cocky grin that made me laugh  –  laughter that ended with a gasp as he gripped my legs, spread them, and thrust up into me.

'Cam!' I cried out in pleasured shock, his throbbing heat overwhelming me. Every feeling, thought, all my focus was on the sensation of his thickness inside me, and I struggled for breath as my body tried to adjust and relax. It was as if every nerve in my body was inflamed, and a minuscule shift between us sparked a tug of delicious tension I immediately sought more of. 

Cam, however, held still against me, breathing heavily as though he was attempting to gain a little control. My body wasn't for it. I wanted more and I wanted more now. I pushed my hips against him and his grip on my thighs became almost bruising. 'Wait,' he said hoarsely. 'Give me a minute. I've wanted this for ages and you feel bloody amazing. Just give me a minute.' As I heard this erotic confession, my inner muscles clamped around his cock and he inhaled sharply. His head drew back in surprise as his eyes collided with mine. 'Baby, do that again and I'm not going to last.'

I shook my head, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back. 'I don't care. Just move, please just move. I need you.'

His control snapped.

As he hauled my legs up, my body took his lead and I wrapped my legs around him. Holding tight to him, I panted with excitement as he pounded us into the wall, thrusting into me hard, gliding in and out of my snug channel, the wet slap of flesh against flesh spurring us towards climax.

I felt his thumb press down on my clit and I blew apart, my cry of release triggering Cam's. He threw his head back, his eyes on me, his muscles strained as he let out a guttural grunt, my sex pulsing around him as he shuddered inside me in climax.

He fell against me, his lips on my shoulder, his chest against mine, my arms still locked around him. He turned his head and kissed my neck. 'Do you know how many times I've imagined these long, gorgeous legs wrapped around me as I fucked you?'

I shook my head, still not recovered enough to speak.

'Every day. And none of the fantasies were as good as the real thing.'

I smiled softly at that as he raised his head to kiss me. He made to pull back, but I chased his mouth, my hands sliding up his back to his nape, holding him to me as I kissed him with an ardour that hopefully clued him in to the fact that I wasn't nearly done. I leaned back and raised my eyes to his beautiful ones. Someone naughty and a little bit wicked had crept inside me. I wanted him again. And I wanted him just as raw and hard as I'd just had him. 'Do you know how many times over the last few weeks I lay in my bed and touched myself thinking about you?'

His breath sputtered and I felt his dick twitch inside me. 'Jesus,' he breathed, his eyes dilating. 'Keep talking and you're not going be able to walk tomorrow.'

I grinned up at him, squeezing my inner muscles around him again. 'That's the plan.'





15


Cam pressed a soft kiss to my mouth before he leaned back and pulled out of me. The fever hadn't quite left me, but I did feel the heated fog drift to the edges of my brain, allowing reality to settle in.

I'd dumped Malcolm tonight.

And then I'd had sex with Cam against his hallway wall.

Amazing sex.

Mind-blowing sex.

'Going to be a difficult act to follow' sex.

Cam-and-I-were-together-now sex.

The churning worry in my gut was overwhelmed for a moment by giddy butterflies. Weeks of daydreaming about him  –  and now it was no longer a fantasy. We were doing this.

All of a sudden I felt weirdly shy.

'Keep thinking those thoughts, whatever they are.' Cam grinned, reaching out to smooth my skirt down for me. His eyes remained trained on mine as he took off the used condom and pulled his jeans up. 'Stay right there.'

Before I could reply, he wandered off down the hall, disappearing into the bathroom. I heard the flush and then he was sauntering back towards me with his jeans still unzipped, his eyes hot on me. 'Is Cole staying at Jamie's tonight?'



       
         
       
        

I nodded, my heart banging away in my chest.

When Cam drew to a stop before me, he held out his hand to me. 'Good. You can stay the night, then.'