Chapter 30 Emery #2
“You guys are the ones who were so excited about the HALO jumping, remember?” I try to hold in the laugh that bubbles up, but the absolute dread on Thomas’s expression makes it difficult to keep it contained.
“We’ll fly again tomorrow afternoon. I want everyone practicing formations again after breakfast. You were all over the place today.
Dismissed.” Erik waves his hand at us like he wants us to scatter like mice.
It still strikes me as impossible that he’d let Nolan dispose of us so easily.
He’s still himself, like he cares. Those are the scariest people of all.
Cameron takes me in with his heady gaze as he finishes cleaning himself off with a bar of soap.
Even after he’s seen me naked many times, I still feel the fire that his eyes leave behind on my skin as they trace all my curves.
The level of attention he spends in each detail of my flesh makes my cheeks burn.
We found this bathroom on the main level of the airplane hangar three days ago.
It’s much nicer than the one downstairs and it’s private for the most part.
There are two others just like it, and we’ve yet to be interrupted by any of the soldiers stationed here.
Granted there’s only a handful of them, so it’s been a nice reprieve.
The white tiles glisten with the light that filters in from a small window above the stall. Sunset colors bloom through the steam and make Cameron’s green eyes as bright as a field of sweet grass.
He glowers at me and ruins the moment, still, I can’t help but smile.
“Don’t ever ignore me like that again,” he growls, as he slowly backs me up against the tiled wall. The cold sends a shudder up my back, but Cameron’s bare chest meets mine, warming every cell in my body instantly.
I draw a line down his throat with my forefinger as he pins his arms to each side of my head and dots kisses to my collarbones, lips wet with streams of water running over us.
“Or what, Cam? You don’t get to tell me what I can or cannot do,” I murmur against his neck and goose bumps spread over his arms.
His reaction always causes one in me too. Knowing that a man as dangerous as him is so sensitive to something as light as my lips brushing his skin is enough to make my center ache.
He strokes his tongue up the side of my neck until his lips coast the shell of my ear, simultaneously sliding two fingers through my center and dipping them inside me.
I let out a whimper and tilt my jaw up instinctively.
His hot, lustful breath curls with the steam as he groans, “Then I’ll have to teach you what happens to bad girls who like to take risks.
I’ll show you again and again until you’re submissive to me. ”
My knees beg to falter at his lewd words. This man thinks he can tame me. God knows I would let him in a heartbeat, but this is too much fun.
“What do I get if I’m submissive?” I reach down and wrap my hand around his veiny cock. He’s already erect and it jerks at the mere touch of my palm. He moans and sets his forehead down on my shoulder. I tighten my grip and start working him, making his arms seize up and his hips lightly buck.
“Oh, baby, if you’re well-behaved then I’ll show you what a goddess-worshipping man like me will do to you.” He pushes his fingers farther in and starts rubbing against my inner walls while circling his thumb over my clit, pulling a soft cry from my lips.
“I’m no goddess.” I laugh against his wet skin. “I’m a nymph at best.”
He actually stops and pulls back to look at me sternly.
“Emery, you’re delusional at best because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
” Cam’s stare melds into an easy grin as he repeats the words I once spoke to him during the trials.
It draws giggles from me and he kisses them away until we’re back to moaning and slowly pleasuring one another.
I stop and lower to my knees. Cam quirks a brow, but it swiftly turns to him letting his head drop back.
A burdensome sigh leaves his lips as I take him in my mouth.
I’ve been hesitant to suck him off again because he’s massive and nearly locked my jaw last time.
But I’m determined to watch as my mouth becomes his undoing.
Nothing between our expressions of desire except steam and weary thoughts of battles not yet fought.
I stroke his underside with my tongue as I work his cock further into my mouth.
His hands find their way to my wet hair, and he takes a big fistful before fucking my throat.
I hollow my cheeks and suck him down, massaging his heavy balls as his thrusts become more desperate and eager.
His moans are restrained and breathy. I watch through teary eyes as the veins in his neck bulge and his jaw slacks.
Cameron’s thrusts slow and he lowers his chin to watch as I take him in, his eyes warm and flickering with satisfaction.
He withdraws himself from my lips and lifts me up off my knees and into his arms. I exhale sharply with surprise.
“Cam, what are you doing?” I say as he carries my naked body to the sofa in the main section of the bathroom. It’s old and probably used for mid-day naps by lazy guards, but Cameron doesn’t seem to care one bit.
He sets me on my feet and spreads out two towels over the sofa before pushing me over on top of them.
“Hey!” I giggle as he comes down over me, kissing me deeply as he pushes just his tip inside me. I moan at his thickness and how well he always spreads me apart to fit him.
“I don’t want you to waste one drop of come. I’m going to stuff you so fucking full that you’ll be dripping my seed for days,” he says between breaths. His teeth skate over my lower lip, and I whimper at his filthy words.
Cameron pushes his fat cock in agonizingly slow, stretching me out and making my pussy weep for him to fill me like he promises.
For a moment I think he’ll make me beg for the rough thrusts I know are coming, but he takes me by surprise when he lowers to my chest and sucks on my breast as he makes one ruthless, sharp drive into me and fully seats his dick inside.
His tip kisses my cervix and the pressure draws a feral sound from my lips.
I want to scream and let him hear how much his dick affects me, but I don’t want to get caught in here.
“It’s okay, baby.” He flicks my nipple with his tongue.
“I know you want to cry out. Don’t worry, though.
Soon we’ll have our own place, and you’ll be able to be as loud as you fucking want.
We can fuck all day if we want to, or eat pizza and watch movies.
Or fucking get day jobs or something. I don’t know what normal people do.
” He chuckles softly into the crook of my neck.
I hum at the dream he paints as he pumps his hips into me, rutting and driving me to the brink of my orgasm.
“Day jobs, huh?” It comes out with a moan. He increases his thrusts, making my walls grip him harder in anticipation for all his come.
His hands come around my hips and he grabs me hard as he pounds into me so fervently I see stars, coming on his dick and making him groan like a dying man.
Then his body stills and his cock pulses so deep inside me that it feels like he’s spilling into my womb.
My head falls back as I bathe in the sensation of his length throbbing inside me.
Cam lets out soft moans each time his hips lightly buck, and the sight of him coming undone because of me steals my heart away.
“So fucking perfect, Em.” He massages my lower stomach where his dick is just inches below, making a mess of me. “You are my end. I’ll follow you to the depths of hell if I have to.”
I stare at him beneath sleepy lashes, tracing those lovely, haunting eyes of his as he promises me forever.
“What if our story has no end?” I whisper. He gazes down at my naked and vulnerable body and brushes his fingers gently down my arm.
“Then endless we’ll always be. Gods if we must become, to no end. I declare it done,” he says in that dark, dreary way he loves to read his poetry in.
I lean up and kiss the wry smirk from his lips. “My poetic soldier. So out of place, yet you’ve never belonged anywhere else…except, perhaps, in my arms.” I press my mouth to his once more and he chases it, adorning me with love like I’ve always craved.