Slashed (Extreme Risk 3)

The thought takes me higher and I can feel my orgasm starting in my back, can feel the heat gathering right at the base of my spine and working its way through my dick—through my drawn-up balls.

I try one more time to pull away, to set her down before I forget where we are and what we’re doing here. Before I forget everything but how hot she is and how much I fucking want to be inside her and—

“No!” Cam wraps one hand around my hip, cups my ass in her palm. Her other hand is on my dick, lining me up at her entrance so that all I have to do is take a deep breath and I’ll be inside her.

I hold my breath, try to stay completely still. But it’s so hard, so fucking hard, when everything I want—everything I’ve ever wanted—is spread right in front of me for the taking.

“Luc, please. I need you,” she tells me, those beautiful moss green eyes of hers fuzzy and a little wet as they stare imploringly into mine. “IneedyouIneedyouIneedyouIneedyouIne—”

It’s the last straw. I’ve been dying to hear those words for years—for what feels like fucking forever. My control deserts me and with one forward thrust of my hips, I’m buried balls deep inside of her.

Her wet heat clamps around me and she feels so good—so good—that I nearly come with the first stroke.

With the first lift of her hips against mine.

With the first moan that falls from her lips.

But this is Cam, and I need to make it good for her. Need to make her come one more time before I finally let go of everything slamming around inside of me.

“Cam, baby.” I kiss my way up her neck, pausing occasionally to lick at the rivulets of sweat that are running down her skin. Her sweat. My sweat. At this point I can’t tell whose it is and I don’t give a shit anyway. Don’t give a shit about anything but feeling her come around me.

“You feel so good,” I tell her as I kiss the sensitive spot behind her ear. “I need you so much. I need—”

I break off as she uses her free hand to grab my other hip and yank me against her, inside her, hard. She cries out and so do I. Then I’m pumping inside of her in a hard, steady rhythm that has both of us gasping for air as sweat continues to pour down our bodies.

I’m so close that the need to come is a fire in my blood, a haze in my brain, a drive deep inside of me that I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to. Being inside Cam feels so good that I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t do anything but feel as she tightens her beautiful legs around me and takes me again and again and again.

Dipping my head, I draw her nipple into my mouth. I suck hard at the same moment I slide my thumb around her clit and start to stroke her.

She cries out then, and it’s my name on her lips. My name beating through her blood as she rocks her head against the wall and lets me take her higher. Lets me take her all the way to ecstasy.

She’s coming now, her body clenching rhythmically on my own, and it feels so good that I lose my last tenuous hold on control and fly right over the edge with her. Cam feels it—feels me—and she arches her hips, bites down on my shoulder.

The sharp little stab of pain takes me even higher, has me gasping out her name as my orgasm goes on and on and on.

I hold her tight as I empty myself inside of her, pressing my fingers into her hips and my lips against the side of her breast. But she holds me too, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her fingers tangled in my hair.

“Luc.” She whispers my name against my skin.

My defenses break wide open. In those moments, when I’m deep inside of her—when she’s wrapped around me so tightly that I can’t tell where I leave off and she begins—I feel another piece of myself crumble. Feel myself fall just a little harder for her. And as she calls out my name, coming on my cock for what feels like forever, for what feels like a stolen moment out of time, I can’t do anything but give that piece of me—give every piece of me—over to her.

Can’t do anything but fall deeper and deeper in love with Cam.

Chapter 9

Cam

“She totally rocked the photo shoot,” Luc says, taking the beer Z offers him and holding it up to me in a silent toast that makes my cheeks flush and my stomach jump with a combination of pleasure and embarrassment. Especially when I think about what Luc did to loosen me up before the photo shoot. There’s a part of me that still can’t believe I let him take me up against the wall like that, with everyone from the magazine on the other side of the very flimsy door. Then again, no one seemed to mind, despite the fact that we weren’t exactly quiet—which, I have to admit, makes me wonder just how often something like that happens at cover shoots.

Just the thought makes my cheeks burn hotter.

“Seriously,” Luc continues after taking a sip from the dark brown bottle. “By the time she was halfway through the session, the photographer was begging her to model for him again. I guarantee this isn’t the last magazine cover Cam’s going to be on the front of this year.”

“Sick!” Ash tells me, holding his hand up for a fist bump. “Can’t wait to see the pics. There’s going to be a whole layout inside the magazine, too, right?”

“Damn straight!” Luc tells him. He looks proud of me when he says it, which only adds to the mixture of emotions inside of me. Is he proud because he’s my friend? Because he’s my boyfriend—if he even is my boyfriend? Or because it was the two orgasms he gave me that made me relax enough that I didn’t actually look like cardboard in front of the camera?

“That’s so awesome,” Tansy says, bouncing a little in her seat with excitement. “What month is the magazine coming out?”