WILD ABANDON
London, England
“You see this part here … God spent a whole extra day creating this part,” announced Cameron as he brushed his finger along the inside of Jamie’s arm.
Unsure whether to cringe or smile sweetly at this obvious ‘line,’ Jamie settled for keeping quiet. After all, he was unbelievably hot, and she didn’t give two hoots what he was saying.
Jamie’s restraint had clearly done the trick in whetting Cameron’s appetite. They had met a few times previously, always at night, always with alcohol, but never enjoyed more than a kiss—or however many kisses go into a kissathon. Kissing was fine. Sex was fine too. But on this occasion, recognising the potential player in Cameron, Jamie decided to make him wait. As much as he tried to keep his cool after their dinner, he simply couldn’t keep his hands to himself any longer. Wanting to draw out the inevitable as long as possible, Jamie suggested a round of vodka shots would be rather fun, but this only served to set their temperatures rocketing further.
Tucked behind the curtain in The Parlour at Sketch, a long-time haunt of Jamie’s, cosied up in the corner seat, the kissing frenzy started up again. Gently nibbling at first, sucking, and then more intensely. Jamie was actually quite taken aback by Cameron’s technique; this boy was rather good. It wasn’t often that a man fared well by her impossibly high standards.
Cameron took his index finger and softly drew it across Jamie’s lips. Trembling a little, she couldn’t resist grabbing a bite. Not too hard, but enough to make him jump a little. Taking his now wet finger, Cameron slid it across her face and behind her ear, before slowly but surely sliding it down her neck and then along her spine, through the opening in the back of her slinky and ever so skimpy golden dress. Jamie shivered. She liked that.
Jamie considered leading Cameron into one of the ‘pod’ loos, but that would be too obvious. No, it was time to take this party elsewhere. Within minutes, they were headed out of the bar and into the nearest cab.
* * *
As the black cab pulled up outside Cameron’s apartment building, Jamie slid her hand inside his black dress coat and grabbed his T-shirt, aggressively yanking him towards her. She placed the other hand at the back of his head and, tugging on his hair, pulled his face to hers. Her lips attacked his with such force that he almost lost his breath. Cameron’s heart was beating so fast now that Jamie could feel it pounding against her chest. Then she drew away—but only for a moment—before finally going back in and softly but firmly biting his upper lip. Jamie smiled. A knowing, come-hither smile that would guarantee her the night they’d been building up to. She knew what she was doing. She needed him to be worked up into a sexual frenzy in order to ensure wild abandon. Wild abandon was what she lived for. It was the only time she allowed herself to focus purely on the moment–the deliriously delicious moment.
The time it took between leaving the cab and getting inside the apartment was a total blur. No sooner had the couple entered the hallway—barely remembering to shut the door behind them and quickly casting aside their jackets—Cameron had Jamie pinned up against the wall. He took one hand and lifted her already short dress, exposing even more smooth flesh. Jamie wrapped one thigh-high booted leg around his waist, yanking him in closer still. Their mouths ravenous, licking, sucking and biting with such vigour that Jamie knew a red rash would be inevitable the following day. She had a feeling the rash might be worth it and allowed him to continue. Cameron moved down from her mouth and onto her neck, his hands exploring her body, feeling her every inch, every curve.
Jamie felt an urge to take control. She pushed him away with all her force and onto the floor. Straddling him to keep him down, squeezing his torso with her thighs, she lunged forward and licked his lips, then slid her tongue down towards his neck. T-shirt in the way, she grabbed the bottom of the fabric and hauled it upwards. Cameron instinctively raised his arms, allowing the cotton garment to slide off effortlessly, before Jamie cast it aside and threw it to the floor. Faced with this delicious boy’s bare chest, she took a moment to savour the view, as she gently ran her fingers ever so softly from his Adam’s apple down to his navel, over the tanned, toned torso, before making a beeline for his nipples. She licked her finger provocatively before touching, teasing them into erection. Cameron’s eyes closed, and then he looked up, narrowing his stare. “Fuck, you’re hot.”
Jamie smiled slyly. Before she could think further, he grabbed her and, in an almost fireman’s lift-style movement, carried her into the kitchen, placing her onto the work surface. So far, Jamie had barely taken note of her surroundings, but the kitchen was brighter than the entrance, as the window was large and uncovered, allowing the orange glow of the street lamp to filter through. The white melamine units glistened in the rich golden hue. They deceived one into believing the appearance was more beautiful than they really were, in contrast with the stark industrial harshness of the aluminium-effect flooring. Everything was clean and tidy. Jamie almost felt disappointed. As much of a neat-freak as she was, it would’ve been much more dramatic and sexy to knock things off the work surface in the heat of the moment. Jamie visualised everything; she lived her life as if she were in a movie. It must have been all those years spent on set.
“So, what are you going to do with me now?” Jamie coyly twisted her hair around her little finger.
“I’m going to make you scream.” And she believed him, although she did feel a slight urge to giggle, but now was not the time for humour.
Jamie watched intently as Cameron ran his hands up and down her black leather boots, each time reaching further and further north until he was playing just outside her knickers, sliding a finger gently under the edge, and then back out again. Jamie trembled with anticipation.
“Take your dress off.” Cameron was more forceful now. She suspected he would be a confident lover, and all signs were clearly pointing that way now.
Jamie began to lift up her flimsy mini-dress, slow enough for him to relish each new exposed part of her body, one inch at a time.
“You can keep your boots on though,” he said with a half wink.
Jamie knew the boots would be a good choice. She had this whole evening planned, right down to every item in her ‘you never know’ bag, which contained compulsory oversized dark sunglasses, essential for the next morning. And the boots? Her one-way ticket to ‘pleasuredome.’
With Jamie now sitting on the kitchen counter in nothing but her panties and the boots, Cameron wasted no time in exploring her further. He was licking her breasts, her waist, her fingers. This boy was biding his time. Making her wait. Making her hot. Very hot. In fact, she couldn’t stand the anticipation any longer. She reached for his belt and swiftly, adeptly, unbuckled it, snatching it from the loops, discarding it to the floor. “Fuck, just come here will you!” she said as she pulled him in close, launching her tongue deep into his mouth and savouring each and every sensation. Her groin now pressed hard against his.
“Not so fast,” Cameron protested as he prized her away and started his descent. His tongue didn’t leave a spot of skin untouched. Jamie knew where this was going, and yet she still felt excited, as if she were experiencing it for the first time. His fingers had already delved inside her knickers and were now gently testing how wet she’d become. By the time his mouth had reached her navel, she was more or less tearing his hair out. How could he be so strong? How could he hold out this long? But before she could think any further, Cameron pulled her knickers to one side and buried his mouth deep within her. She stopped whatever it was that she was doing. It was futile. She had melted. Melted into the moment. Melted into his tongue, into his lips, into him. This boy had obviously done this before and plenty of times.
Jamie’s heart was beating so fast now she could hardly breathe. She grabbed a mop of his hair and wrenched him upward, digging her nails into his back as she pulled him towards her. His Calvin Kleins had now been pulled down to his upper thighs when she quickly thought and blurted out simultaneously, “Condom.” She was a safety girl, and besides, she didn’t need any more grumbling kids begging her to take them to McDonald’s. Gathering her thoughts, which was hard to do in the moment, Jamie insisted, “We need a condom.” With the words finally registering, Cameron slid his hand into his pocket and adeptly proceeded to pull one out, unwrap it and have it on quicker than you could say, ‘ta-da!’ Wasting no more time, Cameron finally thrust deep inside.
Jamie moaned, “Oh my god.”
Then again, he forged forwards, knocking her slightly backwards into the cupboard door, but she held tight, holding onto anything she could grab hold of. On this occasion, the kitchen tap and a cupboard handle. Then, unexpectedly, Cameron slowed down. Jamie looked perplexed. What’s he doing? His thrusts became slower and more provocative until he came out of her, teasing her, toying with her, making her beg him to re-enter.
“Come back here,” she ordered, but Cameron, a master at endurance, was making her wait, waiting for her desperation to peak, to be on the brink of eruption. Then he literally grabbed her again, off the work surface and into the living room, this time onto the small charcoal grey leather sofa.
Clearly this is Cameron’s idea of a guided tour , thought Jamie amusingly to herself. Stepping out of his jeans and boxers in one professional swoop, Cameron climbed on top of the eager Jamie, who had arranged herself in a most tantalising manner, ensuring her body was looking its best. After all, he wasn’t after her brains.
Launching in on her lips first, Cameron kissed her with such passion that when he did re-enter her, she shook uncontrollably. Jamie did her best to gyrate with the flow, moving with him, clinging to him like a finely tuned machine. She wanted him to go faster, harder, deeper and so she coaxed him into it by speeding up her own movements. She also wanted to burn as many calories as she could. Before long, the couple were so in sync that Jamie thought she was about to climax any moment, but suddenly Cameron lifted her up and turned her around.
Arrrrgggghhhh . Now on her hands and knees, Cameron had Jamie right where he wanted her. Jamie glanced back at him and watched as he bulldozed into her tiny frame. Despite enjoying it, Jamie abruptly moved away, pushing him onto his back. He wasn’t running the whole show. She climbed on top of him, dominantly. She knew what she had to do. Now it was her turn to drive him wild. Drawing upon years of experience, Jamie worked the poor boy so hard he was gasping for air. She paused to look at him. His eyes were hazy, his mouth blood red and ajar.
“Oh my god,” he yelled, his body trembling. She felt him gasp, then again. Finally, when Jamie could see Cameron was in that heightened state of euphoria, she pushed it just that bit further. He tried to pull away. She didn’t let him. Eventually she had to, or risk game over.
Cameron lifted Jamie up to standing and turned her to face the wall. She held one hand out to stop herself from crashing into it, whilst the other hand continued to try to feel him, touch him, anything, but he pushed her arm away.
“You’re one horny bitch, you know that?” he hissed.
Jamie narrowed her gaze and smiled.
He thrust and thrust until Jamie could take it no more. Panting slightly, slippery in their sea of sweet sweat, their bodies had become one, and like a bottle of Coca-Cola that had been shaken vigorously, eventually the lid was removed and they both burst into pure ecstasy.
Cameron gently turned Jamie around to face him. His demeanour now soft, he carefully cupped her face in his hands and tilted her head upward toward his, “You’re incredible, you know that?”
Jamie didn’t respond, she just stared, quizzically. She often lost interest in men once they’d had sex. She’d even been known to leave and go home once the guy had fallen asleep, only to receive a poor, sorry text hours later, asking ‘Where’s Jamie? Did I dream her?’ It was more about the chase. She enjoyed the time leading up to the main event. On this occasion, she wasn’t sure what she felt. But she sure as hell wasn’t about to reciprocate the compliment.
* * *
A few hours later, Jamie woke up in Cameron’s bed, enveloped in his strong athletic arms, and still wearing the boots. She must have fallen asleep, and now the daylight was peeking through the thin curtains. She’d stayed long enough. She had to get out of there. The evening had been wonderful, but she had to leave. Gently, she stroked his back and whispered, “I’m going now.”
Cameron opened his eyes. “Why? No. Come back here.”
But she had to leave.