Chapter 33 Zhuri
thirty-three
Zhuri
It turns out my resolve is weak around Cameron Kovacic.
I ran away last night to avoid doing exactly what we’re doing right now.
I’ve never felt a kiss so all-consuming before, and I already know I’ll never feel this again.
Cameron has ruined me in the best possible way.
The raindrops are loud as they crash into the cement pool deck, but we’re too lost in this moment to care.
He wraps one arm around my lower back and palms the back of my head with his free hand, deepening our kiss as he pushes his tongue inside to slide against mine. I drape my arms around his neck and pull him closer, closing up any bit of remaining space between us.
I feel like I’m living in a romcom. Kissing in the rain is so cliché, but that doesn’t mean this isn’t one of the best moments of my life.
We pull away from each other, just far enough to separate our lips while our foreheads press together.
Cameron’s smile is so bright that even the storm clouds overhead can’t dim its shine.
He’s so beautiful when he smiles.
I’ve never seen him look so happy, and it’s all because he kissed me.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks, Z.”
“I’ve been fighting it off.” I breathe out a light laugh. “I kept telling myself I couldn’t risk doing something that would ruin how people look at me.”
Water droplets drip from the ends of his hair as he smiles at me again. “What changed your mind?”
“I’m so tired of living for everyone else. I want to live for me. I want to do what I want for once without worrying about the repercussions.”
Cameron wraps both arms around my lower back and pulls me against him. “And what is it you want, Zhuri?”
I can see the vulnerability in his eyes. He’s been made his whole life to feel like he isn’t enough, but it’s about damn time he learns that he’s everything.
“You,” I whisper, lips brushing over his. “I want you, Cameron.”
He kisses me more urgently now, and there’s so much want flowing through us both. When his hands slide down to grip my ass, he brushes me against him, and I can feel how much he wants me.
The moment is interrupted by another loud clap of thunder, reminding us that we probably shouldn’t be outside.
“Cameron,” I sigh once we break apart again. “Would you rather end the night here…” I lower my voice, my tone now sultry and smooth. “...or would you rather take me to bed?”
Cameron practically growls at me. “You aren’t going fucking anywhere, baby.”
We practically fly down the stairs, and when he closes the balcony door behind us, his lips are on mine again.
This kiss is different than the others. This one is all heat and tongues and sin.
I’ve never wanted someone the way I want Cameron right now.
“Bedroom,” I murmur between frantic kisses.
“Mhmm.”
He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me down the hall to his bedroom, leaving a trail of water in our wake.
When we cross the threshold to his room, he kicks the door shut behind us and sets me down on my feet.
I immediately start working on the buttons on the front of my dress.
Cameron’s responding smirk would probably ruin my panties if they weren’t already drenched from the rain.
“That eager for me, Zhuri baby?”
I bite his bottom lip, and he hisses in pleasure. “Our clothing is soaked. Figured you’d want to keep the sheets dry.”
“Zhuri,” he says emphatically, meeting my eyes. “I could not care less about the damn sheets right now.”
“I could always keep the dress on then if you prefer. Thought you might want to see me naked, but I guess I could be mistaken.”
The sound Cameron makes is positively feral. “You’re a goddamn tease, ljepota. You have no fucking idea how badly I want to see you naked spread out on my bed.”
I clench my thighs together at the visual image. “Show me how badly you want it then. Show me how badly you want me.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” he rasps against my ear.
Cameron roughly pulls open the front of my dress, buttons flying everywhere.
Guess I won’t be wearing this home tomorrow.
“You’re a caveman,” I chuckle against his lips, and his response is to just push the dress off my shoulders, leaving me in a white lace bra with a matching thong.
The look in his eyes as he takes me in is predatory, and it seems like he can’t decide where he wants to ravish me first.
“Goddamn, Z. So fucking sexy.”
The compliment sears through me. My body isn’t very feminine; I’m built like an athlete. I’ve never minded it, but other men in the past have.
But Cameron is looking at me like he’s never seen anything hotter than me standing before him in my underwear.
I’ve never felt more wanted than I do right now.
I reach forward and take the drenched fabric of his shirt in my hands and pull it over his head by the hem, leaving his chest bare in front of me. Unlike last night, I don’t hide the way I’m leering at him, enjoying the sight of every defined ridge and every inch of deliciously inked skin.
Cameron is so damn hot, and I want him so badly.
I help him with the button of his shorts and shove them down his legs, leaving him in just a pair of black boxer briefs. Tented black boxer briefs. He’s already so hard, and even through the fabric, and I can see that he’s big.
He’ll stretch me out like no one else ever has.
I lean up and kiss him again, reaching around my back and unhooking my bra. I let the lace fall off my body, and Cameron wastes no time before reaching up and cupping my breasts in his hands.
“Fuck, you have great tits, Zhuri baby.” He pulls back a bit so he can take a look, and the fire in his eyes burns even hotter now. I sigh as he starts planting kisses down my neck. “Can I taste them?”
“You can taste whatever the hell you want,” I admit. “Do whatever you want to me.” He immediately leans down and laps at my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. “Cameron…”
I feel him smirk against my skin. “Mmm, I like hearing you moan my name.”
“What man doesn’t?” I tease, and Cameron nips at my other nipple.
“Fuck other men,” he growls. “I care about what I like, and what I like is the sound of you moaning my name. I’m going to make you scream it later, though.”
“Yes,” I sigh. “Make me scream, baby.”
Cameron groans before crushing his mouth against mine. “Call me that again.”
“Baby…”
He smiles against my lips. “You want me to be your baby, ljepota?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He walks us backward until my legs hit the edge of the mattress. “Sit down.” I obey. “Good girl, Zhuri.” My eyelashes flutter closed at the praise. “Ready for your first orgasm of the night?”
“First?” I cock my eyebrow at him.
Cameron takes my face in his hands and kisses me hard. “I’m getting three out of you. First, you’re going to come on my fingers. Then, you’re going to come on my tongue. Only after those two will I let you come on my cock.”
This has barely started, and I can already tell how well we match up in the bedroom. I like dirty talk; so does he. I like to submit; he likes to dominate. If he’s as good with his fingers, tongue, and dick as he thinks, this is shaping up to be one hell of a night.
“Spread your legs.” I immediately do as he asks, and he lets out a light chuckle. “So obedient for me.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I want you to make me feel good.”
“Oh, I’m going to make you feel very good,” he says, tone husky and low and oh-so fucking sexy.
His hand travels down my body until it reaches the waistband of my thong.
He slips his hand beneath the fabric, only stopping once he reaches the area I’m desperate for him to touch. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy is soaked.”
He teases a thick finger down my center, and I fight to stay composed. “From the rain.”
Cameron lets out a dark laugh. “You’re a fucking brat, Zhuri. You’re not this wet from the rain. No, you’re wet like this because you’re a desperate little slut ready to get fucked.”
His middle finger slips inside of me, and it’s already enough to stretch me. “Yes, Cameron…”
“You’re so tight,” he groans. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
“Oh my God,” I moan, head thrown back in pleasure when he slides another finger inside me.
“Cameron,” he smirks, and I feel like I could combust. “The only deity you’ll be praying to tonight is me.”
“Yes,” I nod emphatically, losing my sanity as he starts teasing his thumb over my clit. “That feels so good.”
“Because I know what you need,” he rasps, thrusting his fingers in and out of me. “I’m going to take such good care of you tonight, Zhuri baby.”
“Please…”
“No need to beg. I’ll give you exactly what you need.” I kiss him roughly. “This wet cunt is so desperate for me, isn’t she? You’re dripping down my fingers. Are you close already, baby?”
“Mhmm,” I nod, feeling the coiling low in my abdomen. I don’t think I’ve ever come so quickly from somebody’s fingers before.
“Then let go, Zhuri. Show me how fucking pretty you are when you come.” He quickly drops to his knees. “I need to see it.”
There’s a hint of desperation in Cameron’s voice, like he truly is desperate for this. Desperate for me to shatter. Desperate to have me writhing in front of him, riding his hand like it’s a goddamn toy.
“That’s it,” he coos. “You’re doing so well. I feel you clenching around my fingers. Stop fighting it, and let go.”
That’s exactly what I do.
“Cameron!” I shout as I come around his fingers, already having one of the best orgasms of my life.
Cameron keeps working me with his fingers until my orgasm ebbs out, and then I collapse onto the mattress behind me.
He slips his fingers out of me and prowls up my body, maintaining eye contact the entire time. “Fucking gorgeous when you come, Z.” He slips his fingers wet with my release into his mouth and sucks them clean, moaning in pleasure. “Fuuuck, you taste good.”
He stands off the bed again, toying with the hem of my thong. “Off. Now. That was only my appetizer, and I’m ready for my fucking meal.”
Oh, Lord have mercy.