Dirty Little Mistake (Hard to Love #2)

Chapter 16

Trystan

I 'd planned every minute of this night. I wanted it to be perfect. To make her mine before I disappeared for eight weeks. To own every part of her body. But I knew we only had so much time, and I had to remind myself that she was a virgin. Plus, I wanted to leave her craving more, leaving her so desperate for more that she was obsessed with me.

However, I had a feeling I would be the one obsessed with Camryn Young.

Steam rose up, surrounding Cam and me as the hot water beat down on our naked skin.

Cam's fingertips traced patterns on my skin, each touch deliberate, questioning. Steam curled between us as her hands wandered lower, making every muscle tense in anticipation. When our eyes met, the playful glint in hers had transformed into something darker, hungrier. She was testing her power, and we both knew it.

My eyes lowered as a bead of water trailed over her delicate throat and down to her full tits, leaving a trail that was begging me to lick it off her. Trying to maintain any sense of control with her standing in front of me naked, brushing her body against mine, touching me the way she was, was nearly impossible, and the last thing I wanted to do was ruin her first time or, even worse, hurt her unnecessarily. I'd never been with a virgin; it wasn't my thing, but it turned out Cam was one, and I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted anything.

Her hand wrapped around my cock, which had been painfully hard since I saw her standing in front of the stage, singing every word with me and moving her perfect hips to the music. It had been a while, and I was so worked up that I knew it wouldn't take much. I needed a pre-release so I could move at her speed without exploding in the first five minutes.

Dropping my head, I pressed my lips to her wet skin where that drop of water stopped and ran my tongue up her throat, following the trail it left, stopping at her ear. "On your knees, baby," I breathed against her neck before my teeth grazed the shell of her ear as she stroked me. A tiny shudder rolled through her.

With her eyes locked on mine, she sank to her knees as her hand stroked my length up and down, rolling her hand over my head. Fuck, her touch felt so good I almost didn't want to stop her, but I needed to see her lips wrapped around my cock as I pumped in and out of her.

My heart kicked up when she leaned forward, brushing her lips across my wide head and spreading my precum across her lips like it was ChapStick. I groaned when her tongue darted out, licking my cum from her lips and the tip of my cock at the same time. She was teasing me, and I was a hundred percent sure I was way too worked up for that.

"Open," I ordered, trying to sound like I wasn't about to explode on her lips. Wrapping her hand around my base, she opened, and I pushed into her mouth. My abs tightened, and I leaned forward, bracing myself on the wall as her wet heat surrounded me. I groaned when she ran her tongue along the bottom curve of my head.

Her hand stroked toward her mouth as she slid me in deep.

"Fuck," I grunted, bucking my hips forward as her hand and mouth worked together, finding a slow rhythm that worked with the suction of her tongue. She took me deep as she increased her speed, but it wasn’t enough; I needed more.

Grabbing her wrists, I pinned them over her head against the tile shower wall as I pumped in and out of her mouth, each thrust going deeper. My free hand slid behind her head to keep it from slamming against the wall as my speed increased. My entire body tensed with a shudder as I pushed to the back of her throat and moaned when her throat flexed with a gag around my cock. "Fuck, I'm..." I exploded into the back of her throat.

"Holy fuck," I breathed, releasing her hands as I pulled out of her throat.

Hooking my hands under her arms, I jerked her up, and my mouth crashed against hers, not giving her a chance to catch her breath as I lifted her, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I lifted her out of the shower, both of us dripping wet, and carried her out of the bathroom into the room and tumbling onto the bed. With Cam on her back and me on top, I let my weight press her into the mattress, and her legs fell to the bed, widening for me as I settled between them.

My mouth broke from the kiss, moving down her chin to her throat as my hand slid between our wet bodies, sliding down until I found her even wetter pussy. Her back arched, and her lips parted with a moan when my finger circled her clit.

"I need this pussy soaking wet for me, baby." I groaned against her throat. "I need you to come for me." I shifted and moved until I found a rhythm that made her buck her hips into my hand.

"Trystan," she cried out in ecstasy, and my lips curled into a smirk. My hand lowered, and using her orgasm, I slid a finger in, slowly, pumping it in and out, and then added another, stretching her. "Oh fuck." She withered underneath me. "Please, Trystan."

"Please, what, baby?"

"Please fuck me."

Her wish was my command. I withdrew my fingers and positioned myself over her sliding my cock through her slick flesh, coating it with her orgasm.

"We're going to take this slow until you're ready for more." I paused as I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance. "You're in charge." She nodded. "Ready." She nodded again. I pushed forward just an inch, but it felt like she was sucking me in, ready to swallow me whole. I inched in a little more, and she sucked in a sharp breath.

"Are you okay?" My hands curled into the sheets of the bed. I cursed under my breath, praying she was okay because if I had to pull out, I might die.

"Yes." Her voice was a low whisper.

I slid in another inch and then another, pausing between each. "Breathe, baby," I ordered, realizing she was holding her breath. "I need you to breathe, or I'll pull out."

She exhaled. "More."

I pushed forward, and her nails dug into the flesh of my back. "That's it, baby." I groaned. She hissed as I pushed deep and paused, allowing her time to adjust. Fuck, she was so tight as she pulsed around me. "I promise it get so much better after the first time." I hoped anyway.

"I'm ready," she breathed, thrusting her hips forward. "More." Fighting the urge not to pound into her tightness was already hard enough, and her begging for more wasn't helping. I sucked in a deep breath through my nose, concentrating on her.

Her muscles relaxed around me, and I slowly withdrew before pushing back into her, this time a little faster and deeper, and when she didn't hiss or cry in pain, I slowly increased speed and pressure. Studying her face, I rolled my hips in a wave-like motion.

"Trystan," she moaned, and I lost every ounce of control. The heat of her pussy ignited the blood in my veins, and my body took control as I pumped in and out. The sound of our wet skin filled the quiet room. Her eyes closed, and her lips parted as her entire body tensed. Her pussy pulsed around me, squeezing me as she orgasmed. "Oh my God."

With one more hard thrust, I pulled out, shooting my cum over her flat stomach.

I rolled to the side of her, listening to our labored breaths.

"Are you okay?" I panted.

"Yeah." She smiled.

We lay in silence for a long moment as our labored breathing evened out.

"I need a shower," she said, lifting up to her elbows.

My gaze shifted to the two-person jacuzzi tub sitting in the corner of the room.

"How about a bath?" I bounced my brows at her.

"I’ll meet you there." She smiled before shoving off the bed and strolling into the bathroom, closing the door behind her as I got the tub filled with hot water.

Sliding into the steaming water, I dropped my head back against the cool porcelain. The bathroom door opened, and Camryn strolled out completely naked. She was so fucking sexy. I bit down on my bottom lip as my gaze raked over every inch of her. Tomorrow was going to be a rough day, and the next eight weeks were going to be the longest weeks of my life.

Sitting on the edge, she shifted, pulling her legs over the side before sliding in. I leaned forward, hooking an arm around her waist and pulling her to me so that her back was flush against my front.

"Trystan," she said after several long, comfortable minutes of silence.

"Hmm," I hummed as the jetted tub massaged my muscles.

"Are you sure about this?" Her voice wavered, barely audible above the gentle lap of water. "About us?"

"Cam—"

"No." She twisted to face me, water sloshing against the tub's edges. The playfulness from moments ago had vanished. "Eight weeks, Trystan. You didn't plan on leaving with a girlfriend. I just want to make sure that you really want this. I don’t want you to regret this. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to be tied down."

"Do you trust me?"

She slowly nodded. "I trust you until you give me a reason not to."

"Then yes." I smiled, reaching out and brushing a wet strand of her dark hair out of her face. "I want you, and it’s only eight weeks."

"Yeah," she tilted her head, "but what happens after that eight weeks. There’ll be more tours."

"We’ll figure that out when it comes." I hooked my arms around her, pulling her back to me again. "For now, let’s not worry about any of that and just enjoy the time we have left."

I sucked in a deep breath as my head fell back and my thumbs traced lazy circles on her arms. Her question playing on repeat. What would happen once I got back? The guys and I had always planned to move out to L.A., but I didn’t know where that left me and Cam.

Falling for Cam made my life so much better yet so much more complicated.