Beyond the Game (Out of Reach 2)

“I want to.”

“I know, baby. But I only have so much willpower.”

“Good.” I reach for him again, but again, he stops me.

“Paisley, I want you more than I want my next breath. I want to know what it’s like to slide my cock deep inside you. I crave that, but I don’t want it to be here. To be now. I have plans for us. Long-term plans, babe. Not just here and now. I want us to go the distance, and… I think we need to wait a little longer.”

“This is important to you?”

“Yes. You’re important to me.” He kisses my forehead.

“Okay,” I agree, even though my body is screaming to push him. I know that if I pushed, I could get him to give in to me. But that’s not what I want. For some reason, us waiting is important to him, and who am I to take that from him? From us?

“Thank you.” His lips connect with mine, and his tongue sweeps past my lips, dueling with mine. “I have to stop,” he says a few minutes later. “The water’s getting cold anyway. I need to take a quick shower.”

“Why—” I cut off when it hits me. He’s going to “take care” of himself. “Never mind. You sure you don’t want some help with that?” I ask, wiggling against him.

“Shameless.” He laughs. “Hop up, baby.”

I do as he says and carefully step out onto the tile floor. Why is it that hotels never have bath mats? I guess they like the fact that their guests risk their lives stepping out on the slick-ass tile floors. Grabbing a towel, I toss it onto the floor and then reach for another to wrap around my body.

“I’ll be quick,” Cameron says, standing.

I turn to look at him and watch as the water trails down his body.

Let me just tell you. Cameron in baseball pants is a sight to behold. Truthfully, every woman, hell, every man should witness the gloriousness that is my boyfriend in his uniform. However, Cameron in nothing but what the good Lord gave him? Yeah, that’s got me all kinds of worked up, and I know I need to shut it down, or I’m going to attack him while he’s in the shower, or maybe while he sleeps.

“You’re staring.” He smirks.

“Have you seen you?”

He tosses his head back in laughter. “Go change. I’ll be right out.”

“I’m struggling with what’s about to go down. I can’t just go out there and go about my business when you’re in here, doing… that.”

“You don’t have a choice.”

“Oh, but I do,” I say, dropping to my knees.

“Paisley.” It’s meant to be a warning, but it’s more of a plea.

“Let me do this for you. I promise I won’t push us for more. You took care of me, and I should get the opportunity to do the same for you. I promise we’ll clean up and go to sleep.” I peer up at him under my lashes and see the slight nod he gives me. He braces his hands on either side of the small wall in the bathroom as I take him into my mouth for the first time.

Closing my eyes, I just feel. I’ve never really been a fan of giving oral sex, but this time, all I want to do is feel him on my tongue. Taste him. It’s new for me, but that’s just how things are with Cameron. Over and over again, I take him with my mouth, using my hands, my lips, my tongue to drive him crazy.

“Pais…” he pants. I hear his fist hit the wall, and with how he’s unraveling, I’m desperate to take him deeper and see him spiral. I grip him a little tighter, and he moans from deep in his throat. “I’m close.” He drops his hand and taps my shoulder. “Baby,” he grunts.

I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I need to taste him. I want everything he’s willing to give me. If this is all I get for now, then I want it all. I want the full experience.

“Shit. I can’t. You have to stop,” he warns again.

I don’t stop.

I go harder.

I go faster.

I go deeper.