Page 56 of Out of Bounds
The vibrations of his voice give rise to chill bumps on my skin and I want him.
Want him to taste me, touch me, fuck me.
Arching up, I crave more contact. His full lips curve into a smile, like he’s stealing a cookie from the cookie jar and can’t wait to take that first forbidden bite.
“I love how responsive you are.” He nuzzles my neck with his nose, still caressing my pussy, and I think I might die of overstimulation. From the sun, the cool water, the teasing of his fingers on my most sensitive area.
Easing my panties to the side, he slides his fingers over my pussy and I squirm, aching for more. More friction, more pressure, more Cam.
He slips one finger, then another inside and my muscles contract around him. The fullness feels fantastic as he scissors his fingers, stretching me. Pushing in and out, I ride his hand sending water splashing over the sides of the pool.
“Such a tight little pussy.”
Pressure builds, all buzzy energy, my body tensing.
“I’m close—” The words come out in a breathy rasp and Cam picks up the pace.
“That’s good, baby.” He thrusts harder, crooking his finger to hit my G-spot and I rocket over the edge.
“Ohmygod, Cam—” I cry out, a hot flush sweeping through me as I unravel beneath his touch.
“Such a good girl. So fucking sexy.” He kisses me slow and deep, caressing my bare breasts, my belly, running his hands up and down my thighs. Touching me lightly, delicately. It’s rare to see this softer side of Cam, but I love it.
“Thank you,” I murmur against his lips. “That was amazing.”
“Happy to deliver.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “I do think we should take it inside, though. Don’t want to get sunburned before practice.”
“Right.” The mention of football rockets me back to reality and I’m suddenly self-conscious. I fold my arms over my bare chest and sit up, trying to grab my wet tank top.
“I should have thought about towels, I guess.” I cover my breasts with the black strip of fabric, holding the shirt against me like a bandeau.
“No biggie.” Cam stands up, water sluicing down his legs, his bulge prominent in his wet briefs. He holds his hand out and I take it, still clutching the tank top tight to my chest. With little effort, he lifts me to standing and I tumble forward against him. Sliding his hands around my waist, he pulls me in tight and kisses me again. After a long minute, he pulls away.
“I’m gonna shower. You wanna come?”
The idea of showering with Cam in the tiny bathroom, steam billowing around us as I lather him up with yummy shower gel, does appeal.
“Sure.”
We gather our discarded clothing and head into the house, Cam unfazed by his near-nakedness. I let him lead because I don’t really want him staring at my ass in broad daylight, no matter how much he says he loves it.
As soon as we step into the kitchen, the front screen door screeches open.
“Ohmygod! It’s probably my dad!” I whisper to Cam, hot panic seizing me.
Standing in the kitchen with Cam, dripping wet and practically naked, does not look good. There’s no plausible explanation. So I do the only logical thing.
“Run!” I hiss, darting down the hall to the bathroom as fast as I can. The front door groans open, then slams shut as I duck into the hall bath.
But I’m alone. Cam didn’t follow me.
Shitballs.
Pressing my ear to the door, I listen to the deep murmurs of conversation, barely able to hear over the pounding of my heart. Water drips down my legs and puddles on the floor, but I don’t dare move.
What’s my dad doing here in the middle of the day?He never comes home.
I hold my breath and wait. For my dad to leave, for him to discover me hiding in the bathroom, naked. Seconds tick by and I begin to wonder if I’ll be waiting in here until football practice.