FULL NOVELXO Tempt Our Fate: Chapter 27
I can’t get away from her fast enough.
I’m completely fucked, and even as I bust into the front doors of the gallery and put distance between Pippa and me, I’m scared that no amount of distance can rid the memory of what just happened.
It was achingly, frustratingly perfect. She’s perfect—except for the fact I’ve made an ass of myself to her and she can’t stand me unless my tongue is milking an orgasm from her.
I attempt to suck in air, to calm myself from just having one of the best sexual experiences of my life—and she didn’t even touch me. All I did was have the chance to make her come all over my tongue, and nothing has ever destroyed me more.
She’s exceptional. And I ran away from her, leaving her completely exposed as I escaped her presence. I’ve already given her enough to make her not like me, leaving her partially naked as I ran out of her shop probably didn’t help things.
I couldn’t help it. I had to get away before I pushed every boundary and demanded even more from her. Every fiber of my being wants to fuck her, to make her mine and pull orgasm after orgasm from her until I can rewrite the beginning of our story—or at least make her forget all of the messy, heated arguments that have happened between us.
I’ve never regretted being an asshole until now. I’d do anything to switch our fate by changing our beginning. I wouldn’t be a dick when we collided at the stupid bar. I wouldn’t call her names when she ran into me. I wouldn’t have bought the gallery if I knew she wanted it for her own business.
There are so many things I’d redo if I could, but I can’t, and I hate it because no woman has ever gotten underneath my skin the way she has.
“Fuck,” I yell, slamming the door behind me. My footsteps echo off the floor as I pace around the gallery.
I bow my head, wondering how the hell I’m going to get myself out of the mess I’ve created.
I should’ve never kissed her. Going further back, I should’ve never asked for her help. Maybe if we hadn’t been pushed together by her silly idea to get me to appreciate this small town, I wouldn’t be giving in to temptation when it comes to her.
My shoulders stiffen when the front door is pushed open. A smacking sound fills the room moments before the door closes. I don’t have to turn around to know who it is.
I can feel her.
“Leave,” I plead, knowing my voice doesn’t sound convincing. It sounds weak and resigned.
“What the hell was that?” She seethes. I seal my eyes shut when she steps in front of me. I can’t look at her. She’s fixed her clothes—partially—but her cheeks are still flushed from the orgasm, and there are swollen marks along her neck left by my teeth.
“It was best for me to stop it before anything else happened.”
“Best for who?”
I open my eyes because I’m weak and want to get a good look at her. “Best for you,” I answer quietly. “I’m an asshole and don’t deserve to taste you the way I just did. It was perfect and you’re perfect and I’m not perfect and fuck, Pippa, why did it have to feel that way with you?”
“I’m tired of this shit, Camden,” she fumes, taking a step closer to me. Thankfully, we’re all alone here. She can yell at me all she wants. It’s what I deserve.
“And I’m not?” I counter. Of course I’m tired of it. I hate how primal I become around her. How much it turns me on to have my way with her and watch her let me.
“If you were tired of it, you wouldn’t keep running! You just gave me the best orgasm of my life—something I wouldn’t admit except for the fact I’m so freaking pissed at you, words are just tumbling from my mouth—and then you ran like I did something wrong.”
“You did everything right,” I snap, annoyed she’d ever think it had anything to do with her.
“Then fuck me.”
My head rears back in shock at her words. They were the last thing I was expecting. I was prepared for us to argue. I wasn’t prepared for her to want to continue.
“No.”
“Yes.” She takes another step closer to me, pushing her chest against mine.
I shake my head, air hissing through my teeth when her fingers skirt over my cock through my slacks. “It’s a terrible idea.” Fuck, I might come just from the smallest of touches from her—that’s the power she has over me, even though I’ve unwillingly given it to her.
“Probably. But you have to finish what you started, Camden Hunter.”
“You hate me,” I protest, trying to get a grip on the situation. I’m losing control quickly at the feeling of her knuckles brushing along my skin as she tucks her hands into my waistband.
“I’ll hate you more if you don’t fuck me right now.”
“Don’t say that,” I croak. My head falls backward when she pulls my cock free. I hadn’t even realized she’d unzipped me and pulled my boxer briefs down.
Her fingers boldly wrap around my cock. There’s a satisfied smirk on her lips as she strokes up and down. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Her eyelashes flutter in mock innocence. God, she’s so fucking sexy.
She’d be even sexier if she dropped to her knees and wrapped her mouth around my cock.
“Are you going to fight me on this, too?” she asks sweetly, her thumb running along my tip. I hadn’t even noticed the precum until she holds it between us, her skin glistening from the bead of arousal.
My jaw clenches when she licks it from her thumb. Now all I can picture is her swallowing every last drop of my cum as I fill her mouth with me.
“Maybe,” I groan, my arms shaking with restraint. I don’t think this is a battle I’ll win. The desire to shove my cock as far as her throat—or cunt—will allow is too intense. She was supposed to be the one to stop us. To not hunt me down and insist for me to fuck her. “All we seem to do is fight,” I add.
“Maybe I like it,” she admits, gripping my cock once again, hammering the last nail in our coffin.
I lose all sense of control. My fingers wrap around her neck, yanking her toward me. She gasps as I pull our faces inches apart. Maybe I should kiss her again. Make her taste her cum as punishment for being so goddamn tempting. “We’ll fight about this later,” I growl. “Right now, the only thing that matters is me burying my cock inside you.”
“About time,” she muses, a smile on her face.
What the hell am I going to do with her? She fights back, and I’m obsessed with it. It makes me want to punish her, to make her crumble and come apart underneath me.
“I’m going to make you pay for talking back to me.” I don’t give her the time to respond—my mouth catches hers, and her body goes lax against mine, her arms circling my neck to keep her on her feet. Or maybe I’m the one who keeps her on her feet. All I know is that my cock misses her touch the moment her fingers leave my shaft and wrap around my neck instead.
I tease her a little, getting lost in the kiss. I let her think that maybe she’s in control for just a moment until I rip my mouth from hers. Her lips are red and swollen, just begging for my cock to fuck them.
And that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
I push on her shoulders, giving her no option but to drop to her knees. She yelps, her hands reaching out to brace herself by grabbing onto my thighs.
“You had so much fun teasing me just now.” I wrap her hair around my hand, giving me the leverage I need to control her head however I desire. She licks her lips, staring at my cock hungrily before she looks me in the eye. “You clearly want it,” I say, wrapping my fingers along my length and stroking up and down. “Be a good little whore and suck my cock,” I demand.
She adjusts her position on her knees, giving me no indication if she’s going to listen or not. Instead, she rolls her eyes. Actually rolls her eyes at me. Defiant little slut. She still might do as she’s told, however, because her fingers wrap around me. Her grip is firm, not timid in the slightest. She pumps up and down achingly slow, so slow that my balls tighten in protest. I need more of her. More of this. More of everything when it comes to her.
“Camden?” My name is said like a question, her breath hot on my cock as she speaks.
“Yes, baby?” I croak.
“You might want to start counting. You’ll be coming down my throat in two minutes.” Her tongue travels all the way up and down my length, and fuck, I think she might be right. It’s all too much.
And then she says the words that have me fucking savage for her. “And I’ve never swallowed before.”