Chapter 9 #2
His green eyes darken, analyzing, as he stands at the foot of the bed. His chest heaves with each inhale and exhale. He’s heated, turned on, and feisty. I don’t remember this from last time, but I’m digging it. I’m digging it so hard right now.
Cameron lowers to his knees, his manscaped chest more at my eye level. A peek down confirms divots of abs. Leaning on my elbows, I can’t take my eyes off him, wondering what he’s going to do next. Wanting him to touch me. To fulfill his promise of orgasms. Heck, one will suffice.
His hands grasp my thighs, his thumbs digging in gently on the inner flesh. He nudges them wider. “Better,” he comments. Just his touch on me has me reeling higher. What’s going to happen when it’s more than his fingers?
Without hesitation, he leans in. When his tongue connects to my clit, I forget everything else around me and collapse on the bed. A moan fills the room. My moan. Like years ago, it only takes a swipe of his tongue to bring out big emotions.
Not that I want him to stop with one swipe. God, no. He owes me orgasms. Two, for starters. I thought I’d be okay with one, but it’s not true. One will not suffice.
I lose focus of everything around me except the way his tongue swirls. The way his thumbs dig deeper into my thighs. It’s a gentle dig, as if he somehow can control the pressure of his fingers, matched with the gentle pressure on my clit from his tongue. It’s like they’re working in tandem.
Though my legs try to fidget, he holds them steady with his hands. Again, it’s a tender holding in place, so he can tease me more. Not let me bring them around his head.
“Cameron.” His name trips out all breathy as my pulse kicks up. My abdomen lifts off the bed, my head thrashing side to side as he licks and sucks. Damn is he making up for last time. For lost time.
Maybe because it’s Cameron, or maybe because it’s this place, but there’s definitely something making me feel a deeper connection.
Making my body react stronger.
Making me feel.
“You can let go, precious. Come for me.”
It’s the most ridiculous thing he could say, but damn if my body doesn’t obey.
“Yes. Yes!”
Waves of euphoria wash over me, ripples of emotions swirling through. The tightness of my abs contracting, the weightiness of my legs being pushed down on the bed, the ecstasy coursing through me, filling me up with something that’s been missing from my life. Something only Cameron can offer.
His tongue doesn’t stop until he’s lapped it all up. It had to be a lot. I’m soaking. From the first touch to the kiss to now, my body’s responded deliciously to him. Thank goodness this is only the beginning. Thank goodness there’s more.
I can’t wait to feel him inside me, to convulse around him, to feel him let go.
“I want you inside me.” I don’t recognize the voice of my demand.
“In due time, Juliana. In due time.”
His voice is closer to me, and when I open my eyes, I find him staring down at me, a smug expression dancing on his face.
“Why not now?” I’m not sure I leave the whine out of my question. This is what he does to me. One is not enough. While it’s good with his tongue, I need more. I need the space filled. Filled with him. “You can pull out.”
“No.” His finger trails down my cheek. “Don’t let the frustration take away from how sated you feel. You’re gorgeous.”
Shifting myself on the bed, I try another angle. “You must be hurting. Unless none of that affected you.”
His eyes roll. “Truth?”
“Yes.”
“It was almost Came 2.0.”
His comment makes me giddy. Both with the words and how he says it so nonchalantly. “Let me take care of it for you.”
I barely move, but he pushes my shoulders back to the bed. “Not yet. I owe you one more.”
Relenting, I tell him, “You could try. Not sure you’re up for the challenge unless you . . . you know.” I flick my gaze down to his erection. Standing at full mast, it greets me.
He puts a hand to his chest. “I’m offended you think so little of me, Jude.” His head moves side to side, insulted by my comment.
“I said what I said.” Maybe if I rile him up enough, he’ll give in. He can pull out. I assume he’d have a bit of warning to pull out. Right?
Not based on past experiences, my mind recaps.
He acts again, without warning. This time, his fingers enter me, the intrusion surprising yet not unwelcome.
My body relaxes deeper into the bed as his fingers work me over. After a minute or so—can’t be certain of exactly how long—he rasps, “Will this do?”
And yep, it will.
Because whatever he’s doing—however many fingers he’s got in there—is magical. But I won’t let him know that for certain.
“For now.” My breathy tone gives me away. I wanted to sound indifferent, but it comes out more of wanting. Of longing. Of being somewhat satisfied.
Way to keep it a secret, Juliana.
The bastard is smug. “Thought so.” Then he does this thing, a twisting of his wrist, which pretty much guarantees a second orgasm.
“Fuck,” I drawl, tension gathering in the pit of my stomach. And so freaking quickly, too. This is going to go right to his head, right to his ego, proving what he wanted all along. All because my body’s betraying me. Acting like this is so freaking amazing. The best finger-fucking I’ve ever had.
Because it is.
“Don’t stop. Please. Not anytime soon.” I’m practically begging at this point. As much as my body needs release, his hand inside me feels extremely good. And I don’t want to give in or give up this feeling.
“Let go. Come for me. Again.”
And damn it, my body lets go of trying to hold on. To hold out a little longer, but he’s still working me over so good. Too good.
I fall over the precipice I’d been staring down for a few minutes, tumbling into oblivion, riding it out, milking it for all it’s worth. It’s worth a lot. When I finally hit the bottom and he removes his fingers, my body is completely boneless and spent.
From his fucking fingers.
“I . . . um, wow. Just wow, Cameron.” The words are hard to admit, but I like to give credit where it’s due. I’d be remiss if I didn’t give him credit. Even if it inflates his ego.
Trying to catch my breath, I lie on the bed, starfish style, my legs and arms lying heavy on the mattress.
“Wait until it’s my cock, Juli. You won’t be able to move.”
My mouth opens, but no words come out to refute his claim. Because he’s probably not wrong.
In the recesses of my mind, something niggles. The notion that he needs to be taken care of. There’s no way he’s not hurting more than before we started. No way.
I need a few more minutes to relax, to come down off this high of back-to-back orgasms.
“Hurting yet?” I can’t help but ask.
“If I say no, I’d be lying,” comes his voice close to my ear. I smile at his admission.
My breath comes in heavy pants. It’s going to take a while to recover from his sorcery. I can’t make my body move. As much as I owe him a blow job or hand job at the least, I physically can’t move. Not even to open my eyes.
The bed dips next to me, spurring me into action. My eyes opening, I sit up, glimpsing Cameron’s fine ass. Unlike the rest of his tanned body, it’s white from lack of sunlight. “Where are you going?”
“To shower.”
“But . . . ” I start, not sure what I need to say.
He doesn’t want the favor returned? He doesn’t need release?
“You coming?”
My brows furrow in confusion. “In the shower?”
His head looks back at me over his shoulder. “Less mess to clean up.”
“I want your cum on me.” An ironic comment because normally that’s not my style. But Cameron brings out a dirtier side of me, one unlocked only with him.
If he’s shocked by my comment, he doesn’t let it show. “That can be arranged.” He tilts his head to the side. “In the shower. Come get dirtier with me, and then we’ll get cleaned up.”
It takes less than a three-second debate to decide. Ignoring the puddle under my legs, I clumsily make my way to him. My eyes drift down to his hard cock, more precum leaking out than before. Licking my lips, I ask, “How long can you hold out?”
His eyes close, and he exhales deeply, finally admitting how badly he wants release. “Please don’t make me show you.”
“So, my mouth this time?”
He exhales his eyes open and shakes his head. “No. As amazing as that sounds, not in the shower, Jude.”
“Oh, good point. Later. My hands this time.” I step in front of him, fisting his cock in my hand one time.
His gaze narrows. “Juliana.” My name is a warning, though I’m not entirely sure of what.
“What? I aim to please, not tease. Come on.”
I slip into the shower stall, turning on the water. Spray pours down from both heads, steam billowing out as soon as the temperature rises.
Cameron eventually follows, stepping up close to me. His hand has already started jerking him off, but I push it away, wrapping my fist around his shaft. “Please, let me.”
“With pleasure.” He rocks back on his heels, steadying himself with a hand to the wall.
With both hands, I work him over, watching for signs of his imminent release. He’s close when his face tightens into a grimace.
Three long strokes and he grunts, “Shit, yes,” and he erupts, the cum coating my hands and my abdomen where I stand in front of him. I step back to stand in the middle of the stream. His hand takes over, wringing out the last of his orgasm. “I like you dirty, girl.”
“I like being dirty with you.”
His hand reaches over, bringing my face out of the water before his lips cover mine.
It’s not over yet, and I already can’t wait to do it again.