30. Kameron
30
KAMERON
The drive back to the cabin is once again in silence.
We’ve both been drinking, but not nearly as much as the past few nights. Kris made it clear he was good to drive, that he’d only had the one beer.
The air in the cab isn’t filled with sexual tension this time, it’s more of a calmness. Kris’ arm is draped across the console, his palm resting on my leg as he maneuvers us up the mountain.
I almost laugh to myself, because for someone who can’t do a relationship, he is so damn good at it.
He used to drive just like this when we were in college. One hand on the wheel, the other in my lap, and it’s always been one of the things I loved that he did. Occasionally, my smart mouth would get me a squeeze that tickled so bad, we’d laugh for the longest time over it.
The truck shifts into park, cutting me from my thoughts. I look up at the large cabin, feeling sad that this is our last night here. The place has felt like home in the short few days we’ve been here.
My door is pulled open, and Kris’ hand is held between us, waiting for me to take it. I slide my fingers into his hand, and slowly climb out of the truck.
“Have I told you how much this dress has driven me crazy tonight?” He pulls me into him, his hand sliding lower down my back until it settles on my ass. “You took my breath every single time I looked at you.”
I suck in a breath, his words traveling over my body with a chill.
He leans in closer, his lips against my ear. “Remember what I said, nothing but those shoes on, baby.”
I release my breath, and feel my knees buckle slightly at the gravel in his voice.
“Now, sweetheart.” He slaps my ass, before letting me go.
My legs might as well look like a baby antelope with the way I’m barely able to walk just from the words of this man.
His deep chuckle comes from behind me, so naturally, I spin around to give him a dirty look.
“Keep that energy up.” He laughs more. “I like it when you’re feisty.” He smiles down at me as we reach the door to the cabin. His lips come to the side of my neck, trailing kisses all the way to where my dress meets my shoulder as he unlocks the door.
I’m not sure where that talent was developed from, I can barely open a door in moments like that, let alone actually insert a key.
We step inside as he lets me go. He drops his wallet on the counter, pausing at the fridge for a beer while I head upstairs to the bedroom.
Suddenly, my nerves are like a live wire sparking and I rush into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. This isn’t the first time we’re having sex, we’ve done it multiple times last night alone, and yet, I’m freaking out now? Now?
I brace my hands on the vanity in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. Nothing is out of place. My makeup is flawless, not a single hair is out of place on my head, I look beautiful. But I feel like a complete mess.
And I wish I would have stopped downstairs to get myself a shot to relax.
Standing to my full height, which is a few inches taller now since I still have these heels on, I force myself to step out of the bathroom. The bed is unmade, other than where I threw the covers back over it on my way out the door to the wedding earlier.
Kris walks in, taking a drink of his beer, when his eyes connect to mine. They travel over my body, like they have all day long. It’s slow, it’s sensual, and there is nothing hidden in his expression of what he is thinking or what he wants.
He takes a few steps toward me, closing the distance between us before he hands me his beer. I take a long pull of it, letting the bitter taste relax me as much as it can. It’s not vodka or tequila, but it’ll have to do right now.
His hands move to my belt, slowly undoing the latch and letting it fall open at my waist. What he wasn’t expecting is for my dress to fall open with it, revealing nothing but my black thong underneath.
“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes moving over my smooth skin.
I take another drink as his fingers slide up my middle, right between my breasts before moving to my shoulders and pushing the dress down my arm until it catches at my wrist since I’m holding the beer.
He takes the bottle from me, lifting it to his lips before downing the rest of it as he watches the thin, silk fabric fall from my body. The nerves from before are long forgotten when he drops to his knees in front of me, his blazing gray eyes boring into mine as he slowly pulls my thong down my legs, leaving me completely bare.
He licks his lips, and I moan at the sight of it. The throb between my legs grows stronger the longer he looks at me like this, so close to my sensitive spot.
I’m about to beg him to put me out of my misery when he leans forward, grabbing my ass in his hands and pulls me to his mouth. His tongue slides over my pussy before settling on my clit and sucking gently. My hands instinctively go to his hair, fisting handfuls of his hair as I moan his name.
“Kris.”
He pulls me tighter, continuing his assault until I’m crying out on an orgasm so intense, my legs begin to give out under me. My eyes slowly open and I look down at the man on his knees, who just brought me to bliss. My fingers still tangled in his hair as his tongue darts out once more, licking across my pussy before standing.
“Damn, you’re fucking perfection.” He presses his lips to mine, and the taste of me on him doesn’t bother me. Instead, I’m more turned on.
All the anxiety from earlier is gone now, that one orgasm has relaxed me so much I’m practically putty in his hands.
He deepens our kiss, our tongues tangling together as he moves me back toward the bed. The back of my legs hit the edge, and he slowly lays me down. Breaking our kiss, he pulls back slightly looking into my eyes. I can’t quite put a finger on the look he gives me, but his lips press against mine again, this time softer before he pulls away and stands at the foot of the bed.
Staring down at me, he slowly begins undoing his tie. He lost his jacket downstairs when he grabbed his beer.
I’m laying on the bed, completely naked aside from the shoes he demanded I leave on for him. My legs are propped up on the bed by my heels, and my legs are open, giving him the perfect view.
“I could look at you all day,” he tells me, his eyes finding mine briefly as he continues to undress.
There’s silence in the room, other than our heavy breathing and the clanking of his belt buckle as he undoes it. His pants fall to the floor, and I stare at his movement when he begins pulling his underwear down. I lick my lips when his dick is pulled free, and slowly rise up to my elbows as I take him in.
He’s so large, and the only thing I can think of right now is how much I want him.
I slide my body down the edge of the bed, until it’s me on my knees in front of him this time. My nipples pebble in anticipation as I lick my lips, before pressing a gentle kiss to the head of his cock. A shudder runs through him, and I smile to myself at his reaction to me.
My hands run up his muscular thighs before I wrap one hand around his thick erection, and press my lips to the tip again.
“Kameron,” he growls my name, and this time I don’t hide my smile.
I take him deep, as deep as my throat will allow. His hands instantly move to my head, gripping my hair almost too tightly, but just enough that it gives me a thrill and turns me on further.
My tongue drags over the underside of him before I take him deep again, this time sucking as I pull back. His moans practically have my pussy dripping with need, and the throbbing has returned.
I look up at him through my lashes, his head has fallen back to his shoulders, but he slowly looks down at me and I move one of my hands to my nipple, twisting and turning to bring me some relief as I continue to suck his dick.
He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, and my hand falls lower down my body until I reach my own center. Spreading my pussy, my fingers slide between my lips as I slowly slide a finger inside. His hand on the back of my head tightens, pushing himself deeper, but slowly into my mouth at the same time. He watches my hand between us, matching his thrust into my mouth with the same pace my finger is moving inside my pussy.
Just as I started to insert a second finger, feeling my orgasm build, his dick is pulled from my lips and I’m yanked up into his arms with his lips brushing against mine.
“You don’t get to make yourself come tonight, baby.” He breathes me in. “Only I get to make your world come undone.”
I can’t form the words. I’m so turned on by him right now.
My body is on fire from his touch, and begging for more.
All I can do is nod.