Chapter 10
ASHTON
I ’m alone in my hotel room, removing my tie, when a text comes in from Camille.
Are you by yourself?
What a peculiar question. Tossing my tie on the table, I sit down on the plush leather loveseat near a sliding glass door overlooking the bay six stories below.
I am. Is something wrong?
The reply bubbles appear almost instantly.
Not at all. But I have something to show you. Free for a video chat?
A video chat? Now I’m intrigued.
I thought of her all damn day, even as a team full of lawyers talked incessantly about the legal nuances of the new property acquisition. Then they yammered for another long hour about an upcoming merger that only mildly impacts my business.
Thank God that’s over.
Alone in my hotel suite, I glance around. Not that I need confirmation there’s nobody else in the room. I left my last meeting an hour ago, and after a brief chat with Kora, I retreated up here to wind down for the day.
But Camille’s text has me winding back up. I’d very much like to hear her voice. To see her face on a screen or in person.
What are you up to, Camille?
My phone starts to buzz with an incoming video call. There’s a thrum in my chest as my heart rate ticks up and I picture all possible emergencies. Maybe she’s hurt or not feeling well. An allergic reaction to the jellyfish sting.
Or maybe she’s found a way home, some alternate route to bypass the pilot’s strike. The thought of that weighs like a stone in my gut at I tap the button to take the call.
Her face fills the screen almost instantly. She’s biting her lip, looking lovely and flushed and bathed in a bright splash of sunlight.
“Hi, Ash.” She sounds nervous and jumpy.
“Camille.” I stretch out my legs, getting comfortable on the couch. “How was your day?”
“Good. Really good. I, um…met some new friends.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” She bites her lip again. “Okay, I don’t want to ruin the surprise, but I want to make sure you’re alone. You’re not in a bar or heading into a meeting, right?”
Now I’m really intrigued. “I assure you I’m utterly, completely, totally alo—” I trail off as the picture goes blurry.
Voices—not Camille, but two women—whisper and giggle and murmur something about a tripod. What on earth is happening?
Then the picture clears and I find myself staring at Camille’s bare breasts. She’s flanked by two consorts, one of whom works at my Mediterranean property. Lacy someone, I think.
The other woman is Kora’s wife.
“Hello, Mr. Holyfield.” Sybil waves, and that’s when my brain catches up to the fact that they’re all nude. “Thank you again for the week-long vacation.”
“And for the treats.” Lacy caresses the side of Camille’s body, and I watch as she shivers with pleasure. “We thought you might like to see how we’re taking this time off to work on our skills.”
Sybil laughs and tosses her head. “We’re big proponents of continuing ed.”
A blushing Camille bites her lip. “You know the exhibitionist fantasies I mentioned?” Her eyelashes flutter as Sybil starts kissing her shoulder. “Video counts.”
I open my mouth to reply, then snap it shut. Camille turns her head and starts kissing Lacy, their rosy-plush lips fusing together. Sybil’s hand glides down Camille’s arm, coming to rest on the curve of her breast.
Dear God. It’s my own private show.
Camille turns to look at the camera. Her hair is a sex-rumpled mess, and her pupils flare with desire. “Tell me now if you don’t want this. We can pretend this never hap?—”
“Please continue.” I prop my phone on the table beside me, angling for a clearer view. “You’ve been busy today.”
A bubble of laughter rolls out of her. “So busy.” She turns to kiss Sybil as three sets of hands keep exploring.
Nipples pebble beneath curious fingertips dancing over goose-bumped flesh. Breasts brush together, delicious soft mounds shifting and teasing and turning me on. I assume that’s their goal here, and may I just say, mission accomplished .
Holy shit, this is hot.
There’s moaning and sighing and I recognize Camille’s sharp intake of breath. A foot or an elbow bumps the camera, but I don’t say a word. I may not be able to see every body part, but I can see Camille.
And it’s perfectly clear she’s enjoying herself.
My cock starts to swell as the women nibble and lick their way over each other’s bodies. But it’s Camille who leaves me transfixed. Camille whose sex-flushed cheeks and wandering hands have me aching for more. Her soft gasps and searching fingertips stir something deep in my chest.
I’ve never seen anything so fucking lovely.
Sybil breaks free to reposition the camera. “Thought you might enjoy a wider view.”
“How considerate.” I’m burning with need, transfixed by the sight of Camille looking turned-on and tousled.
She’s still kissing Lacy but pauses to smile at the camera. “I came here seeking some new experiences.” She sounds aroused and so sexy it hurts. “Would you like to see what I’ve been learning?”
“I most certainly would.” I glance at my own thumbnail image in the corner of the screen. I’m visible just from the shoulders up, so I take a chance on the fact that most of my body remains out of view.
Easing down my zipper, I watch Sybil lie back on the bed. Camille gets up on her knees, shifting to straddle the pretty blonde’s upturned face. Lacy moves right behind her, both women kneeling over Sybil’s prone body.
Lacy stares into the camera as her hands glide a slow, languid path down Camille’s flushed skin. “Look how sexy she is.” She purrs the words against Camille’s neck, but she’s talking to me. “You really outdid yourself, sir. Our holiday bonus is delicious.”
“She certainly is.” My voice sounds a little bit strangled as sunbeams play over Camille’s naked flesh. She’s breathtaking in her arousal and I can’t believe how much I want her.
Lazy nibbles her way down Camille’s neck. “You want to watch her ride Sybil’s face?”
I groan my response, gripping my cock in a fist. Camille rolls her hips, moaning as Sybil’s skilled tongue dances between her taut thighs.
“God, that feels good.” Camille licks her lips, looking right at the camera with that little pink tongue dancing between her legs. Her hands move behind her, stroking the outsides of Lacy’s thighs.
“Want to know what I did right before we called you?” Camille doesn’t wait for an answer. “I went down on Lacy. She thought we should wait for you, but I couldn’t, Ash. I wanted her so bad.”
My throat feels scratchy and dry. “How did she feel?”
“So good.” She moans as Sybil’s tongue swirls her sweet clit. “Her pussy’s so soft, Ash. I wish you could have been there.”
I do as well, but I’m rather enjoying this call. “Are you touching her now?” I’ve noticed her hand has left Lacy’s thigh, curving behind her as her forearm flexes. “You’ve got your greedy little fingers in her pussy right now, don’t you?”
“Mmmhmm.” Camille licks her lips like she’s still tasting Lacy on her tongue. “She’s so fucking wet, Ash. All wet for me.”
Lacy’s hands knead Camille’s breasts, squeezing and stroking as her hips start to rock.
As she rides Camille’s hand, she looks right at the camera.
“Your special guest is very, very good with her fingers.” She sucks in a breath as her long lashes flutter.
“She’s been such a naughty girl today. You wouldn’t believe how hard she made me come. ”
I believe it. I believe and I want to see more. “Camille is a woman of many talents.”
She smiles at me, licking her lips. “Can you see okay? Sybil’s licking my pussy right now, and Ash—” She gasps and I watch her go melty. “She’s so good with her tongue, honey. Can you see how she’s sucking my clit?”
A shudder rolls through me as I stroke my cock harder. Honey? I like how that sounds. I like it a lot.
“Sybil has talent.” That’s clear as her nimble pink tongue swirls circles around Camille’s swollen bud. She’s driving her wild and watching this live is almost as sexy as experiencing it myself.
“Yes!” Camille cries out, rolling her hips as Sybil’s tongue dances. “Oh, God, that’s so good.”
Sybil’s eyes drift to the camera, and I wonder what she can see from this angle. If she knows how insane this is making me. Will Sybil go home to her wife and share all the dirty details of what she’s been up to today? I hope Kora enjoys it even half as much as I do.
“Yes.” Sybil cries out between Camille’s spread thighs. “Right there, Lace. Deeper .”
There’s a gentle buzzing from somewhere off camera, and I put two and two together. Lacy’s using a vibrator on Sybil while Camille fingers Lacy and Sybil goes down on Camille. I practically need a spreadsheet to keep it all straight.
I give up trying and focus on the pretty picture the three women make.
Lacy’s hand flexes, squeezing Camille’s soft breast in a palm.
As she grinds her tight little body on Camille’s back, she purrs in her ear.
“Can you hear that, Camille?” I’m straining my own ears to listen.
“How wet Sybil gets just from eating your pussy?”
Camille laughs. “That vibe you’re using doesn’t hurt.” She looks at the camera, inviting me into their moment. “When I went down on Lacy, Sybil used the toy on me. It felt so fucking good.”
“You ladies have been very busy.” It’s driving me wild, watching this whole thing unfold. Even what’s happened off camera—what’s happening now, outside my view—stirs me to stroke myself faster.
Camille cries out, grinding on Sybil’s pretty face.
Gliding a hand up her own exquisite body, she pinches the nipple that Lacy’s not currently squeezing.
Her eyes go unfocused as she peers at the camera.
“I’ve got my fingers so deep in her pussy right now,” Camille says. “You think I could make her come?”
It’s a struggle to find my voice. “I think you can do anything you set your mind to.”
She laughs and continues to ride Sybil’s face. “Fuck, that’s so good.”
“I can see that.” I love watching her hips roll. “Tell Lacy you like your nipple pinched harder.”
Camille laughs and tips her head back, getting lost in a deep kiss with Lacy. “You hear that?” she murmurs. “The boss man says you should— oh !”
It’s Lacy’s turn to smile at the camera. “Thanks for the tip. Anything else you’d like me to do to her?”
“Kiss her right where her neck meets her shoulder.” A surge of heat blasts through my veins as Lacy obeys my command. “You like that, Camille?”
“Oh, God.” She squeezes her eyes shut, thrusting her hips as she rides Sybil’s face. “You’re gonna make me come.”
I can’t wait to watch that. I’m nearly there myself, stroking my dick with a frenzy. “Camille?”
“Yeah, Ash?”
God, how she says my name. It’s making me harder, which I didn’t imagine was possible. She’s so fucking beautiful right now. “You like how Sybil’s licking you?”
“It’s so good,” she breathes, with a soft little laugh. “So fucking good. Different from riding your face while I sucked you off.”
I chuckle and don’t take my eyes off Camille. She’s practically glowing, radiant and round and riding that pretty pink tongue that flicks faster. Her whole body tenses and I know she’s so close.
“Oh, fuck.” That’s Lacy this time, and she starts to look dazed. Whatever Camille’s doing with her fingers must be working. “Stop if you don’t want me to come right now.”
Camille licks her lips as her forearm flexes. “Watch her come on my hand, Ash. She’s so fucking pretty.”
Sybil cries out from under Camille. The buzz of the vibe gets louder as all three women careen to the edge. It’s Camille who captivates me.
Camille and her tousled red hair. Camille and her perfect round tits. Camille and the swift rush of pink to her cheeks as pleasure unfurls on her face.
“Ash,” she breaths, frantic now. “Oh, Ash.”
“Do it,” I whisper. My cock aches and throbs in my fist. “Camille?”
“Yeah?” She sounds almost drugged.
“Come for me, baby. I want to watch you come all over Sybil’s face.”
“Oh, Ash. I’m so close.” She gasps as her forearm flexes, still twisted behind her. “You should feel how hot and slick Lacy is.”
I don’t doubt that’s true, but it’s Camille’s sun-streaked body I’m aching to touch. Her hips roll faster as Sybil keeps tonguing her.
“Almost there.” Sybil’s moan echoes from the valley of Camille’s thighs. “Want her to say your name when she comes?”
I’ve never wanted anything more. “Do it.”
Sybil’s eyes drift to the camera. “She’s so fucking sweet.” Her tongue flicks Camille’s swollen clit. “Bet you wish you could have a taste.”
Oh, God. I stifle a groan, but it rips from my throat without warning. “Come for me, Camille.”
It’s Lacy who cries out first, head tilting back as she fucks Camille’s hand. Then Sybil explodes, shrieking her pleasure between Camille’s splayed thighs.
Only Camille stares straight at the camera, hazel eyes locked with mine as she lets out a shuddery moan. “Oh, Ash—oh fuck!”
“That’s it.” I’m right there with her. “Let me see you, sweetheart.”
She lets out a shriek that goes straight to my balls, and suddenly I’m coming. I’m watching her ride Sybil’s face as hot ropes of semen land on the leg of my Burberry trousers. She’s writhing and gasping, but her eyes don’t leave mine. Not even as she slumps back against Lacy’s plush breasts.
“Wow.” Camille stares straight into my soul. “Holy shit, Ash.”
I swallow hard, not sure what I should say. I’m locked in her gaze, locked in this moment of pleasure and connection. This moment of losing control but gaining something else.
Something so much better.
Sybil breaks the tension. She rolls out from under Camille and sits up with a smile. “Don’t worry, boss man. We won’t hit you up for overtime.”
Lacy laughs as she eases Camille back against the swell of her breasts. “This one’s on us,” she says, kissing her cheek. “Your girl is a treat and a half.”
My eyes stay fixed on Camille. I know I should say that she isn’t my girl, but that isn’t the feeling welling up in my chest.
Feelings aren’t part of the equation.
But watching Camille, feeling this surge in the pit of my chest, I know it’s no longer that simple.