The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

I tilted my palm forward, arching my finger toward her stomach, and very gradually circled that spot. “And here?”

Her head hit the cushion behind her, and her eyes closed. “Where are you?” Her throat moved as she swallowed. “What is that?”

“Your G-spot.”

“And I thought it was a myth.”

I laughed. “Far from it.”

“I’m going to die right here in this booth.” Her eyes flicked open. “I’m not going to survive this. This is”-her head moved from side to side-“the most physically overwhelming experience of my life.”

And I was barely fucking touching her.

Oaklyn had either been sadly deprived in the past or something about my touch set her off more than any other.

I didn’t want to think too much about either, so I gave her what she wanted instead.

And that was more friction, more pressure, more pumping of my finger.

“Do you think that table can smell how turned on you are?” I nodded toward the one that was directly behind the red-shirted guy, where two dudes sat, both around our age and more than aware of what could go down in this booth. “Do you think they can smell the sweetness of your cunt?”

“Camden-”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Answer me.”

“Yes!” Her reply earned us looks from each of them, and I rewarded her with an increase in speed. “Oh fuck”-she swallowed-“I think they can smell how you’re making me feel.”

Her lips stayed parted, and her back arched as she released my wrist. Her hands moved to the edge of the table, her fingers turning white as she held on. Her lips were wet from licking them, her eyes almost feral.

There was nothing more gorgeous than the sight in front of me.

Nothing that had ever made my dick harder, aside from the scene that had played out at my condo with her. Nothing that had felt as good as the way her pussy was clenching my finger, the way her clit was hardening under my thumb.

“Come,” I demanded. I increased my speed again and growled, “Come for me, Oaklyn.”

Her mouth opened like she was going to scream. She inhaled as much air as she could hold, and the second her lungs were full, she shuddered. “Ahhh.”

Each rock of her hips bumped my thumb, but I didn’t stop.

I went harder, faster.

I watched the waves move across her face, the satisfaction filling her gaze.

I listened to the sound of her breathing, panting, until she made one final sigh of, “Camden,” and her head fell back. “What the fuck was that?”

“The beginning.” I was sure she was probably sensitive, so I stalled, her wetness turning thick on my finger. “And there’s going to be a lot more.”

Her head straightened. “I thought you were kidding.”

“When it comes to your pussy, Oaklyn, I will never kid.”

I carefully traced my thumb down her clit, each bit of movement showing in her expression.

“Tingly?” I asked.

“In ways I can’t even describe.”

I smiled. “I understand.” I pulled my pointer finger back and added the tip of my middle finger. If she was ever going to fit my cock, I needed to gradually loosen her, get her used to a size that was larger than what she used when she rubbed one out. “This is going to feel a little different, but it’s not going to hurt.” I rotated both fingertips in her wetness, spreading it over my skin, pulsing her hole. And each time I did that, I swiped her clit with fast, hard strokes.

“Oh shit,” she whispered.

“This orgasm is going to come quickly. Show me you can stop it.”

“I don’t know if I have that kind of power.”

I smiled. “You do, and you will.”

“Camden …” Her teeth ground her lip as I began to probe her a bit more. “This is … I don’t know what this is.”

“It’s about to get better.”

I wedged both fingers into her opening, holding one in front of the other, and gently wiggled them in, turning my wrist the whole time so she could feel the way they hit her from all sides.

“My God,” she gasped.

“I knew you would like that.”

She’d released the table, but her hands resumed their position there, her head lifting off the cushion behind it. That was when I drove the rest of the way in, delicately drawing those two fingers forward and back-all the while, I was pushing against her clit, holding the top, almost grinding my thumb against it.

“I want to scream.” Her voice was so seductive.

“I know.”

“I don’t know how I’m going to stop myself.”

“Control, Oaklyn. That’s how.”

The same way I was stopping myself from pulling her into my lap and plunging my cock into her. Because right now, at this very second, I wanted nothing more.

“Don’t come,” I warned when I saw her getting close, the red-shirted man now looking at her. “Stop yourself, but don’t stop yourself from letting him know how good you feel.” I nodded toward the first table, but kept my eyes on her. “He’s watching. Why don’t you give him a show?”

I waited to see her regain her control, but her clit was hardening.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes were on him and slowly shifted to me, but I didn’t think she was actually seeing me. She was off somewhere else, completely lost.

“Fucking look at me, Oaklyn.”

She blinked several times.

“Do not come-do you hear me?”

Her chest rose, and she held the air in her lungs.

I didn’t let her off easy. In fact, I made it even more challenging by increasing my speed, aiming my fingertips toward her G-spot again, adding double the pressure to her clit.

Her head pushed into the top of the booth behind her, moving up and down every time I slid into her. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” I roared, making sure only she could hear me. “Do whatever you need to do-put your mind somewhere else, talk yourself down, stare at that red-shirted motherfucker. I don’t care, just don’t come.”

“Camden-”

“Would you like some more water?”

The waiter had come out of nowhere but was now standing at the edge of our table, holding a pitcher, gazing between the both of us.