Chapter 35 Haircuts and Hard Ons
Haircuts and hard ons
When Cam told me she could cut my hair today, I didn’t think too much of it. We’ve been alone quite a bit since she moved in, and I’ve managed to hold my shit together around her.
But the moment she started running her hands through my hair, I couldn’t stop staring at her, feeling the electricity of her touch all along my scalp.
I never, ever, thought a haircut could turn me on.
She’s wearing that tight black singlet, a tiny denim skirt, and the necklace I gave her.
The sight of her in something I picked out—it does something to me. She’s worn it every day since I gave it to her, and yeah, it means something. Maybe more than it should.
She steps between my legs to get to the front of me, wedging herself between the chair and counter. Her tits are in my face. I try to look anywhere else, but my eyes betray me, dragging over her curves before I can stop them.
Fuck—my control’s gone. Completely gone. She’s so fucking hot. She’s so close, touching me, her scent everywhere, and my cock’s already reacting—I can’t help it.
She looks into my eyes, and something in the air changes. Her breathing picks up like she feels it too.
She whispers. “I’m done… what do you think?”
She’s still blocking the mirror, and I can’t see shit.
“I love it.” I say anyway, even though I don’t actually know yet. It doesn’t matter. I’m sure I will.
My restraint is crumbling. I told myself I’d wait until she asked, until I was sure she wanted this—but I can’t stop myself from running my fingers along the backs of her thighs.
She shivers, swallowing as her eyes flutter shut.
When she opens them again, there’s something different in her gaze. Determination. Hunger.
“Fuck it.” I start to pull her closer, but she moves on her own—climbing into my lap. She gasps when she feels how hard I am beneath her, then rocks her hips down with a soft, desperate sound that wrecks me.
“Fuck, Camille.” I groan, burying my face in her neck. She grabs my jaw, kissing me like she’s been starving for it. Rough, sweet and desperate all at once.
Her restraint’s gone too. She’s grinding on me and there’s way too much fabric between us.
“I can’t stay away from you Lucas. I want you, now.” There it is, the confirmation. I needed to hear it.
I push her underwear aside, fingers sliding into her wet, hot heat. She’s soaked. Fuck. She has the most perfect pussy. I touch her clit and she moans, fumbling with my shorts until my cock springs free. My heart is beating out of my chest.
“I haven’t been with anyone else since we—”
“Neither have I.” She interrupts. “I’m on the pill too,” she’s breathless. “And I’m clean.”
I know what she wants—she wants me bare.
I want nothing more than to feel her heat without anything between us, no barriers.
“I’m clean too.” I murmur and press my mouth to hers again.
She wraps her hand around me, lining me up. She lowers herself down onto my cock. Inch by inch.
“Fuck, I forgot how big you are.” She moans against my lips.
“Take it slow, Angel. No rush. You feel so fucking good.” My voice is strained, barely holding it together as her pussy clenches around me, feeling everything.
She sinks down fully, seating herself with a small smile, then starts moving—rising and falling on me, her rhythm messy and perfect.
“You’re so wet, so fucking tight around me. It’s like your body was made for mine.” I grip her ass to help guide her. The feel of her wrapped around me is like nothing I can explain.
Her underwear is soaked, pushed to the side and clinging.
I grab the fabric and rip—it slides down one of her legs. She laughs between kisses, riding me harder.
I move my hand to her clit, the other still on her ass, as her thighs begin to tremble.
“Let me, baby,” I squeeze her tighter. “Let me move you.”
She nods, moaning as I pump up into her and rub her clit faster. Our mouths and tongues move together messily.
“Fuck Luc, fuck that feels so… fucking good. I’m going to come.” I can feel her tightening around me.
“Me too. Where do you want me?”
She replies quickly, gasping, “inside me.”
The idea of filling her like that, it ignites a kink in me I didn’t realise I had. Something primal and possessive.
I don’t hesitate. I keep thrusting, steady and hard—her clenching around me, crying out my name against my neck.
She shatters around me, pulsing, and I follow with a groan, spilling deep inside her.
We collapse into each other, sticky and shaking and still joined. We’re a mess—sweaty, tangled, my cum spills out of her, and fuck, the sight of it makes me want her all over again.
I help pull the rest of her clothes off. Her legs are still trembling. I scoop her up, her arms around my neck, legs around my waist. I kick off my shorts and carry us to the shower.
I turn the double shower on, stepping us under the cool spray.
“I think I can walk now, Lucas.”
I gently set her down. We wash each other—soap, hair, everything—taking our time. It feels intimate, grounding.
But by the time we rinse the bubbles away, my cock is already hard again.
I pull her close and kiss her, lifting her back into my arms.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I need you again, Cam.” I groan into her mouth, rubbing my hardness into her.
She moans in reply, nodding, her hand wrapping around me and her mouth crashing into mine.
I can’t get enough of this woman.
My cock slides back into her easily now we’re wet and she’s ready for me.
This time, I take my time—fucking her slow and deep, holding her close as her moans echo off the tile.
Her nails bite into my shoulders, and her head tips back against the wall as she moans.
I move inside her until we’re both unraveling again.
She tightens around me, and I follow, pulsing inside her with a groan.
This time I use my fingers to push it back up inside her. She whimpers, her body still twitching from aftershocks.
I lift my hand to her mouth. “Lick.”
She moans, wraps her lips around my fingers, and sucks me clean.
Fuck. This woman.
We rinse the newly made mess from our bodies and I turn the water off. I grab two white towels, wrapping one around her, the other around my waist. She looks exhausted, eyes half-lidded and dazed in that way that makes my chest ache with something more than lust.
I pick her up again, this time like she’s something fragile, something mine.
I carry her to my bed, lay her down gently. “Rest, my Angel.”
I kiss her shoulder and climb in beside her, wrapping myself around her from behind. She lets out a soft sigh, the sound of complete trust, and falls asleep in my arms.
When her breathing evens out, I stay there for a moment, just watching her. Memorizing every detail, just in case her walls are back up when she wakes up—her flushed cheeks, her damp hair sticking to her forehead, her hand curled lightly over mine. She’s so damn beautiful.