Chapter 33
Shay-Lee
“Y ou’re gonna make me puke all the tequila I drank!” I yelped, out of breath, while hitting Camilo’s back as he carried me over his shoulder. With my head upside down, it was hard holding it in, and I protested by kicking my legs, only for him to laugh at me.
“You’re the one who asked to be carried in, claiming his feet are too tired to walk.” He hitched me a little bit higher before shutting the loft’s door behind us.
“Like a prince, not like a sack of potatoes. Besides, I just said it to get a foot massage—” My words were cut off once he put me down. I lifted a finger, ready to complain, but he’d already begun stripping me naked like an eager kid unwrapping his presents on Christmas day. I was down to my boxer briefs when he tossed me onto our bed and came to join me. My back had hardly hit the mattress, and Camilo had already taken off his shirt and thrown it aside. The sight of his strong body never stopped turning me on, and I bit my lips while eyeing his sexy ink, specifically my name over his heart. The sound of his zipper caught my attention, and I looked down at his crotch just in time to see his fingers working on getting that monster cock of his free when I remembered something important.
“Come here.” He grabbed my leg to pull me close when I—
“ Ouch ,” he whined after I shoved his face out of my way and got up from the bed. “What the fuck?”
Ignoring Camilo, I spotted my leather jacket near the door and went over to pick it up while he continued to complain that I hit him too hard. “Stop being such a baby and hold on for a second,” I said while fumbling in the jacket’s pockets until I found what I was looking for.
“What you got there?” he asked from behind me.
Turning to look at him, I smiled. “A surprise.”
“You’re full of them tonight.”
“Am I?” I went back to the bed and sat down in his lap. Now, with my legs straddling his sides, I held a small black box between us. “I promise this is the last one for the night,” I said with an impatient smile.
Camilo frowned at the box and then at me before taking it from my hands. “Is that…” His words slowly died as he opened the box to find two nearly identical golden necklaces.
While he stayed silent with his eyes fixated on the necklaces, my cheeks grew hotter, and my nerves kicked in. Not one to be patient, I’d been waiting on tenterhooks to give him this, and now, when the moment had finally come, I was nervous. What if he hated it?
“I would have given it to you much sooner, but it took the jeweler time to make the other necklace identical.” I tried filling in the space with words. “But yours has a pendant with an engraving on, while mine doesn’t.” Since I didn’t want to make any changes to his mother’s necklace, I asked the jeweler to add a small pendant only to Camilo’s.
With his eyes focused on the chains, he let out a low chuckle. “You tossed it away, my ass,” he said, a half smile on his face as he repeated my shameful lie.
Embarrassment washed through me at the memory of how I’d acted only a few months ago, and I ran my fingers through my hair while rolling my eyes. “Well, let’s try and forget I ever said that.”
Camilo snorted, catching my attention back, and I looked at him to find he was staring at me.
“I love you so much right now.” He took out one of the two necklaces, the one that belonged to me. “Hold your hair for me,” he said, and I immediately did. Then, he opened the clasp before bringing his hands to my neck. With our faces an inch apart, so close that I could feel his breath ghosting my lips, he closed the necklace around my neck. My heart beat fast as a slight tremor went through my body at the touch of the cold metal, or maybe it was just the fact I finally had his necklace on me again. Either way, a lump of emotions formed in my throat, and I had the strong urge to cry.
Ain’t nothing new about that.
“This time, don’t you dare take it off.” He stroked me under my eye, right where I had a small beauty spot.
I shook my head. “I won’t.”
“Good.”
Now, it was my time to give him his necklace. Holding back from bursting into tears, I grabbed the box and took out the other chain. As I did, I brushed my finger over the pendant with the engraving I requested. Mi rey , or my king in simple English.
I held my breath while fumbling with the damn buckle that refused to open. Although, it probably had to do more with my trembling fingers than the chain itself.
“You nervous?” Camilo asked, catching me off guard.
“N-no.” My lie was too obvious, and he chuckled before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a crushing hug.
“Take your time, mi amore . We’ve got forever.”
His words, so soft and promising, were like a blanket to my injured heart that had finally begun to heal after so many years of bleeding. With a deep breath, I gave in to his hug until I was ready to try again, and this time, I managed to open the clasp without my fingers slipping. A sense of pride took over me once I successfully closed the clasp—pride that only grew when I pulled back and took a long look at my necklace hanging around his neck. The gleaming gold shone so bright against the dark ink that covered his skin, and it was probably the most beautiful thing, other than Camilo’s eyes, that I’d ever seen.
“I thought, why bother with a ring, you know?” I brushed my fist over my cheeks to wipe one of those pathetic tears away. “They’re so overrated.” I half chuckled, half sniffed when he cupped my face in his palms and brought our foreheads together.
“Yeah, they are.”
He then kissed me, but it wasn’t just a kiss. No . The way he devoured me felt as if he was trying to merge our souls into one. Holding my face, Camilo grabbed my jaw while moving his lips along mine, almost like he was attempting to breathe me into his body. I enveloped myself around him and kissed him back, my hands clenching on to him while I tried getting as much of him as I could.
He moved his hands along my body, slowly dragging the pads of his fingers down my spine. The touch made my hair stand on end, and I writhed in his lap, desperate for more. He tugged the waistband of my boxer briefs before slipping his fingers down to my ass.
“Ah, fuck,” I breathed over his lips. “Let’s take a shower first.” As much as I wanted him to fuck me here and now, I was all sweaty from dancing for so long.
Camilo didn’t answer with his words and instead held me close before he got up from the bed, with me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and allowed him to carry us to the bathroom. I always adored how easily he carried me like I didn’t weigh around 180 pounds. On the way there, he managed to get rid of his jeans without dropping me, which was rather impressive but not at all surprising. Now, inside our small bathroom, and with the door closed behind us, he put me down so we stood face-to-face. I shifted in discomfort once my bare feet touched the cold tiles, and Camilo quickly moved me to stand on the bath rug before he got on his knees in front of me .
“You’re so goddamn perfect,” he drawled, his eyes locked with mine.
No one but him could ever make me feel this safe and admired, and even though it had been a few weeks since we’d gotten back together, I still couldn’t get used to this.
My cheeks heated up the longer he held my gaze, and I swallowed hard before I was able to utter a word.
“C-Camilo,” I gasped as his fingers traced my skin.
“When you say my name like that… It drives me insane.” With his hand on my waist, he leaned in and kissed my inner thigh. My cock twitched inside my briefs, and my skin grew hotter as he sank his teeth into my flesh. He then began planting small kisses along my quad and thigh, slowly going up until he reached my hard cock, which was stretching the fabric of my boxer briefs. Pressing his nose to the cotton, he shamelessly breathed me in.
“Fuck, I love the way you sweat,” he murmured before he parted his lips and sucked me over the cloth.
I groaned as he continued to work his mouth over the wet fabric, which was stained with my precum and his spit, while my cock grew harder and harder with each passing second until I became impatient, and I bucked my hips forward, hoping he’d get the message.
Camilo let out a soft chuckle before he tugged on the waistband. “What an eager little puss.” He moved his hand to my ass. “I bet this is already wet for me.”
I love his dirty mouth.
Still touching me over my briefs, he pressed his thumb to my hole, and I cried with the need for him to properly feel me. Then, as if he knew what I was thinking, he pulled my briefs down to my mid-thighs. My dick sprang free, nearly slapping his face as it did. I felt somehow embarrassed, although that all went away the second Camilo blew some hot air on my sensitive tip.
I bit my lip and looked down to see my man on his knees for me. With my cock in his tight fist, he darted out his tongue and licked my dick as if it was a fucking popsicle .
“Oh, f-fuck,” I cried when he dragged his tongue along my shaft while using his free hand to massage my heavy balls. It felt so good, and eager to have more, I thrust my hips forward. Camilo didn’t tease me this time and instead parted his lips and took me whole. His hot mouth felt good, too good , and I was already prepared to bust a nut.
“I’ll come too soon,” I warned, yet was ignored, because instead of slowing down, he increased his pace. And if that wasn’t enough, he also tugged on my balls until my knees grew weak. “Oh, God,” I cried, eyes closed while I fisted his short hair as much as I could. “Oh, God, oh, God.” I felt my climax getting closer with each shallow suck.
On instinct, I dropped my hands to his neck and began playing with his chain, my chain , while thrusting in and out of his willing mouth. With his lips wrapped around my dick, Camilo groaned, and I opened my eyes to look at him. Eyes closed, cheeks hollowed, and lips stretched as he took me deep down his throat. He looked so fucking masculine and strong, and when he opened his eyes to meet my depraved gaze, it was the end for me.
My climax hit me like a slap to the face as I erupted at once. Waves of pleasure washed through every bit of me—first my toes, then my thighs, legs, back. Moaning Camilo’s name, I came deep down his throat, my whole body shaking as I did. He didn’t pull back and instead continued to blow me through my release until I was all done and dry. However, I’d take the done part back because Camilo was anything but finished. Quickly getting up to his feet, he held my elbows and pulled me in before smashing our mouths together in a violent kiss. Eager and possessive, he shoved his tongue between my parted lips like some primal beast so I could taste my cum on it. Not caring how filthy this was, I sucked on his tongue, hungry to taste more of this madness we created together.
Still kissing me, Camilo got rid of his boxer briefs while I did the same. Then, without breaking our connection, he led us into the shower and turned on the water.
Now, shoved together in the small stall, Camilo’s hard cock pressed against my stomach as we continued to kiss under the running water until he pulled back to grab some soap. Annoyed that his lips were no longer on mine, I watched as he poured my coconut shampoo on his palms.
“Close your eyes,” he said while bringing his hands to my hair.
I eyed his erect cock before turning around and doing as he said. “Don’t you want to do something about that?” I took a step back so my ass bumped with his erection.
“Don’t worry, kitten, we’ll get to that, too. But first, I need to wash you.”
His words sent shivers down my spine, and just like the cat he claimed me to be, I purred. What could I say? He had that effect on me. Camilo did as he promised and took his sweet time soaping me from head to toe. And while he made sure to clean every spot on my skin, it was anything but innocent. In between scrubbing my back and rinsing my hair, he also stretched my hole with his fingers, deep enough to make me hard again. Now, with my stiff cock hung between my thighs and my palms pressed against the shower wall for support, Camilo aligned himself behind me, the head of his cock already pushing in.
The slow pace at which he pushed his cock inside me made my body weak, and trying to ease my breaths, I pressed my head against the cold tiles.
“You good?” he asked, voice soft.
Being fully aware that from here on, there wouldn’t be anything soft about the way he’d fuck me, I nodded. “Yeah.” I swallowed back a moan when he adjusted inside me. “Fuck yeah.”
Placing his hand between my shoulder blades, he slowly dragged it down until reaching my dimples of Apollo. “That’s my kitten.” He slapped my ass so hard I could still feel his palm burning into my flesh long after it was gone before he started moving.
With my back arched and my ass pressed to his front, Camilo thrust in and out of me. Water got into my open mouth while wet strands of hair stuck to my moist skin. Not that it mattered, as currently, my sole focus was how good his dick was wrecking me.
“F-faster,” I cried while pushing back against his thrusts, hoping he’d breach me deeper.
He let out a mean snort before he fisted my hair and yanked me back until my head rested on his chest. “What’s the rush, kitten?” He trailed his finger along my jawline. “I want to take my sweet time inside this tight pussy of yours.” He thrust his hips forward until he bottomed out inside me.
My lips parted in a voiceless cry. “I just wanted you—”
He cut me off by cupping my cheeks and spitting into my mouth.
I swallowed it.
“You just wanted what?” he drawled in my ear.
“I-I don’t know,” I panted, then closed my eyes so water wouldn’t get in the way.
Still holding my cheeks, he bit my ear. “But I bet you do.” I could feel the smile on his lips. “You want me to fuck you like a nameless whore, don’t you?” Thrust . “You want me to wreck that pussy so you won’t be able to stand.” Thrust . “You want to die with your hole full of my cum, don’t you?”
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
“Yes.” I took a deep breath. “Fuck, yes. Yes to all.”
Camilo finally dropped his hand from my face, and I fell forward, my hands stopping me from crashing against the wall. Then, without a bit of mercy, he kicked my legs wider apart before clenching my hair back in his fist. From there on out, he began fucking me like the beast that he was until I couldn’t speak, let alone think . My body was on fire, with jolts of pleasure running through me each time he hit my prostate. It got to the point where my cock was so painfully hard that I feared it might burst, and just when I couldn’t take it anymore, Camilo pulled out, turned me around, and lifted me up. I had no idea how he still had the power to hold me in the air, but before I could ask, he’d already shoved inside me again. With my back bucked against the wall, Camilo fucked in and out of my wrecked hole.
My dick bounced with each shove, and if not for my hands holding on to his body, I would have stroked myself. But instead, I pulled him into a kiss. A nasty, lips-biting, tongue-sucking kiss that took all the air out of my lungs. Camilo’s fingers dug deeper into my hips as his movements became more erratic and sharp until he broke our kiss just to sink his teeth into my neck. I cried with the satisfying pain when his body began to shudder. He hissed a low “fuck” over my skin, his lips brushing the fresh bite mark as he began coming. His cock pulsed and grew while he continued to pump me full of his cum. Loving the feeling of fullness, I closed my eyes and hugged him tight through his climax until he was finished. Without a word, and with his cock still inside me, he slipped to his knees. Sitting on the floor, with me on top, he reached a hand up and turned off the tap before he moved it to the back of my neck. I gasped when he yanked me into a hungry kiss and moaned into it as he grabbed my dick in his free hand and began fapping me. It didn’t take long, only a few shallow, lazy strokes, and I came in his fist.
For several minutes, neither of us moved, and instead, we stayed on the shower floor, two bodies panting into each other, pressed so close we could merge into one. And while the water turned cold the longer we stayed here, I didn’t dare to move, and only because of how warm I was right here, in this small shower.
In his arms.