The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

I’d hoped this was going to happen.

To not only scare her, but to also teach her the ramifications of what voyeurism really entailed.

She’d wanted this.

She was definitely getting it to the extreme.

“Yes,” I replied to him, “we’d both like more water.”

Our previous waitress had cleared our table, except for both sets of drinks-the vodka and water.

And as he reached for Oaklyn’s glass, staring at her, I didn’t stop the pace I was using before he arrived, slipping inside her like she didn’t have an audience.

Like I wasn’t on the verge of making her come.

Like the scent of her previous orgasm wasn’t floating in the fucking air.

“How was dinner?” he asked her. “Did it all meet your satisfaction?”

I grinned at Oaklyn as I replied, “Everything has been delicious.” I tapped her clit. “Especially dessert.”

“What did you have?” he asked.

“I’m having it right now,” I told him.

With my free hand, I pointed. He probably assumed I was aiming at the vodka, but I was really targeting Oaklyn.

He chuckled. “Have a drink for me, man. The second this shift ends, I’m pouring myself one of those.”

A grin pulled at my lips. “Good for you.” I licked across them. “What did you think of dinner, baby?”

Oaklyn had stayed completely silent.

That was about to change.

Her eyes widened at the name I’d called her.

Or maybe it was from the way I was flicking her clit.

Or how she was doing everything in her power not to come.

“Great.” She cleared her throat. “It was”-she brought in more air-“perfect.”

Oh fuck, she had done good.

He picked up my water glass and filled it to the top. “Can I get you anything else?”

I kept my focus on Oaklyn when I responded, “I think we’re good. We’re just finishing up, as you can see.”

And I hoped he could.

“Sounds great,” he replied and left the table.

“I’m going to kill you,” she exhaled. “I … don’t … I don’t even know.”

That was how I wanted her. Lost for words. A bumbling fucking mess. With eyes that were rabid as she stared at me.

“You did everything I’d asked of you.”

“I deserve a damn-”

“To come,” I said, cutting her off. “Do it. Now.”

Within a stroke, she was shuddering, her breathing much louder this time, the spasms inside her body shaking each of her muscles.

And mine.

“Camden … fuuuck.”

I drove into her pussy, twisting, turning, massaging her clit at the same time. “That’s it. Let me feel it.”

She rewarded me with an expression I wanted to lick off her face.

It was beautiful, making my dick ache to be inside her.

But it was also the type of enjoyment that came when you really knew someone’s body.

When you knew you had mastered their pleasure.

And that was what I’d done with Oaklyn.

“You’re fucking squeezing me,” I hissed. “Goddamn it.”

As she wriggled in the booth, I slowed my speed to a dull grind until I came to a halt.

I knew I could probably give her another orgasm, but at this point, I was sure her pussy was sore, and I didn’t want to overdo it. Scaring her was one thing; causing her pain was something entirely different.

I pulled my fingers out and put them straight into my mouth, sucking the wetness off. She was delicious-in the way she looked, in the way she tasted, in the way she smelled.

Is there a more perfect woman out there than Oaklyn Rose?

Fuck.

And what the fuck am I thinking?

“You conquered lesson two,” I said, occupying my mind so I didn’t concentrate on the way I was feeling. “I didn’t think you’d pull it off, not after the water incident, but you proved my ass wrong. How do you feel?”

Her foot dropped from my lap, and she settled herself in the booth, taking several breaths. “Like electricity is shooting through my body and I can’t stop it.”

I continued to gaze at her. “Do you want to?”

“No, but”-she surrounded her vodka with both hands-“this is the second time I’ve left you with this.” I felt the sudden touch of her foot against my erection. She ran her toes against it for only a second, and then she was gone. “Remember, my offer always stands.”

If she stayed here any longer, I would have her in the restroom. On her fucking knees. With her mouth open and her throat ready to take in my shaft.

It wasn’t time for that yet.

Hell, I wasn’t sure it would ever be time for that.

Because that would change everything.

It would make it about my pleasure, and that was a level we didn’t need to reach.

I nodded toward her glass. “Drink up.”

Her stare shifted to the vodka, and she took a long sip, setting the glass back down. “I have to drive. I think … I’m good.”

I nodded once more, this time toward the entrance of the restaurant. “It’s time to go, Oaklyn.”

“Are you heading out too?”

I brought my drink up to my lips. “I’m going to finish this first.”

“Got it.” She grabbed her purse, pausing for a few seconds, and then she stood. “Until lesson three, I guess.”

There were so many things I could say.

So many orders I could give her.

And knowing how submissive she was, she’d follow through with each one.

It was safest to say, “I’ll be in touch.”

She smiled, a look of pure satisfaction on her face. “I can’t wait.” And then she disappeared from the dining room.

I drained the rest of the booze, my fists tight, my hard-on relentless.

I released my fingers to fish for my phone in my pocket.

I needed a fucking release.

I needed my best friend’s ear.

I pulled up Macon’s last text and started typing.

ME

Where are you?

MACON

At our favorite bar, my man.

ME

I’ll be there in twenty. Order me a drink, motherfucker.

I shoved my phone back in my pocket and grabbed Oaklyn’s drink, putting my lips on the glass, in the same place hers had been because her gloss had left a mark, and I let the rest of her vodka pour down my throat.

When I finished, I set the glass down and rubbed my fingers under my nose.

The ones that had been inside Oaklyn’s cunt.

And I took a long, deep inhale.