Chapter Ten
MARS
What the hell possessed me to kiss him? It hadn’t been my idea, but I’d gone along with it—mainly because I’d been thinking about doing it all day.
I’d hesitated for a few reasons, first, because Mickey would skewer me if he found out, but second, because getting involved with him was just unbelievably stupid.
I’d been tempted by people I wasn’t supposed to want to fuck many times, so why had I given in this time, letting Cam pull me down for a kiss?
Worse than that, though, I was now sprawled out on his hotel bed, naked and hard, hoovering his cock like he was the last man on earth.
Bringing civilians into operations was always a tricky affair, but getting involved with one at the same time was bloody reckless. I was responsible for him and anything that, God forbid, happened to his innocent mum.
What was it about Cam Demarco that had me throwing all caution to the wind?
He was snarky, irreverent, impossible, but he was brave beyond anything I could imagine.
I was absolutely certain Cam hadn’t woken up thinking his life would be in danger this morning, but so far, he’d done everything he could to disprove that.
Cam was an enigma that I’d yet to understand and he’d passed every test I’d thrown at him with grace.
From the moment Mickey and I had expected him to go along with the FBI informant line with the guard in the tent this morning, to the honesty he’d exhibited when he’d told Candy about his relationship with that sociopath, Sterling, he’d risen to the occasion.
And now, here he was—still rising to the occasion—naked beneath me as I sucked on his dick.
“Mars,” he groaned, tightening the grip on my hair.
I loved it when guys pulled my hair, letting me know I was driving them wild, making them feel like they were totally at my mercy.
I sucked harder, loving the soft sounds and moans he was making deep in his throat.
I didn’t think they were even intentional.
He should have been wary of me, knowing what I knew about him.
I had the power to arrest him at any time for his relationship with Sterling, and it made his submission even more powerful.
He was writhing on the bed, so much so, that I let go of his balls so I could hold his hip in place as I sucked on him.
The way he humped up off the bed, forcing his cock deeper into my throat with each thrust, was hot as hell.
The hand on my head told me he gave as good as he got when he was chasing his pleasure.
The taste of his precome had my head spinning.
I swallowed over and over, tongue fucking the tiny slit in the head of his cock as I lay stretched out on my stomach frotting against the bed just to get myself off.
If I were a selfish bastard, I’d simply flip around and shove my own cock into his mouth to get off right along with him, but for some reason, that wasn’t important.
Bringing him pleasure was my only goal here.
“Oh, God, Mars, I’m gonna come!” he said with a strangled groan.
I sucked harder, wanting desperately to feel him pulse and spurt on my tongue so I could swallow it all down.
I wanted to leave him sated and boneless more than I could say.
My own cock was leaving a puddle of precome on the sheet beneath me, but I ignored it, refusing to chase my own orgasm until I’d drawn one out of him.
He groaned and began fucking me in short bursts as I felt his cock pulsing between my lips.
I jacked him harder as he cried out and a second later, he howled.
I let go of his hip, reaching up to clamp a hand over his mouth as he got louder. Mickey had a key card for Cam’s room and the last thing I needed right now, was for him to come bursting into the room and catch us.
Cam suddenly shuddered beneath me and came, shooting onto my tongue.
I groaned and swallowed, sucking as his body shook.
He gripped my hair harder and the pricking sensations on my scalp nearly pushed me over the edge.
When a weaker spurt finally shot onto my tongue, I swallowed it down and slowly let his cock slip from my lips as he released his grip on my hair. I slid up to kiss him.
Catching a breath for a moment, I was shocked when he pushed hard at my chest with both hands. I started to sit up but he forcefully flipped me onto my back, crawling down, and taking my cock into his mouth before I could react.
I was already close, but when he took my balls in hand, squeezing almost to the point of pain, my climax rose quickly.
His mouth worked wonders, sucking and swallowing around my hard length and within half a minute, I was already edging my orgasm.
“Jesus Christ!” I shouted, bucking up into his mouth the way he’d done.
“Cam,” I cried out on a strangled scream as my climax rushed in on me. I nearly curled up off the bed, holding him down in my lap as I forcefully spurted into his mouth. Nothing could’ve prevented it. He was a natural born cocksucker.
I shuddered as my orgasm continued for another half a minute. Then I pulled free of his mouth and pushed him off me, throwing both arms out to my sides as I sucked in breath, chest heaving as I tried to get my pounding heart under control.
“Blimey,” I gasped, covering my heart with one hand. I was spent, wanting to sob in relief, and at the same time, do it all over again. No one had made me feel like this for ages.
Cam sat back on his heels, looking smugly down at me as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
As he pulled it away and grinned at me, I couldn’t help laughing.
He was so beautiful, sitting there, looking down at me with a satisfied glint in his eyes.
He knew exactly what he’d done to me. I smiled back at him.
“Proud of yourself, are ya?” I asked, sitting up on my elbows as I ran my eyes down his body, focusing on his groin as he sat cross-legged. His gorgeous cock was already half-mast again. Rosiness colored his cheeks, and his black hair was adorably messy, sticking up in spikes on top of his head.
“Yeah, I’m proud of myself. I give good blowjobs, don’t I?”
I chuckled again, sitting up, and grabbing him by the shoulders.
I pulled him close, kissing him soundly, tasting myself on his tongue.
What is it about this man that makes me want to keep touching him?
I’m never like this with lovers. Usually, I couldn’t wait to get away from them or send them packing as soon as the sex was over.
I had the overwhelming urge to throw all caution to the wind and just spend the night in his room. Fuck me.
When he finally broke the kiss, I glanced at my watch.
Bloody hell. I’d been in his room for almost an hour.
What if Mickey had come looking for me? Surely, if he didn’t find me in my own room, he would’ve just come down here.
Thank God he hadn’t. I needed to go and felt really bad about it.
I wanted to spend the night here, fucking him properly.
Instead, I’d have to leave it with a thanks for the blowie and call it a day.
Guilt flooded me as I looked up and caught the look in his eyes.
“You need to go?”
I reached out and cupped his cheek. “I don’t want to, but if Mickey comes looking for me…”
“You’re not going to tell him about this,” Cam stated, glancing quickly away.
I turned his cheek, making him face me. “I can’t, Cam. I can get into a lot of trouble for what I did ‘ere tonight.”
He frowned. “Why? I wanted you. You didn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want.”
I nodded slowly. “I know that and you know that, but Mickey wouldn’t understand. And if my boss ever caught wind of it…well, let’s just say, it wouldn’t be good.”
“If you weren’t an FBI agent who was in charge of watching over me and I wasn’t your informant, would you have stayed in my room tonight?”
“Cam—”
“Really, Mars, it’s okay,” he said in clipped tones.
There was a definite underlying hurt in his voice.
Damn. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad about having to go.
I didn’t have any expectations about it.
I don’t really want you staying here anyway.
” He looked away. “I’m used to staying on my own. I never sleep with a lover.”
I blinked several times. I knew he was lying. “Really?”
“Yeah.” He grabbed my wrist and checked my watch before practically tossing my hand back at me. “Better get going now. I really need to get some sleep if we’re going to pull off that bullshit with Josiah’s guys the day after tomorrow.”
“Cam, ya don’t understand.”
“No!” he said sharply. “You don’t understand. I need my beauty sleep.” He abruptly stood up, wrapping his discarded towel around his hips, and began collecting my clothes, tossing them at me.
I caught my belt right before it hit me in the lip.
“Shite.” I slid off the bed, knowing I’d really fucked up.
The last thing I’d ever wanted to do was to hurt him and whether he said so or not, I know running away now after amazing sex, wasn’t the right thing to do.
I always seemed to do shit like this. It’s why I fucked guys once and never went back for seconds.
But allowing myself to step into this minefield when I should’ve remained totally professional had been a grand clusterfuck from start to finish.
This was all my fault, and I deserved all the shitty things he was thinking about me right now.
He disappeared into the bathroom, and I sighed, reaching up and running a hand through my riotous hair, trying to smooth it into some semblance of order.
I threw both legs over the side of the bed and began pulling on my clothes.
I was squatting, putting on my shoes and socks when I heard the shower start up.