20. Lizzie
20
LIZZIE
My eyes go wide in panic as I look into Cameron’s warm brown ones. There’s no judgment there. Just soft and pleading anticipation as he waits for my answer. I wish I didn’t feel as embarrassed as I do right now.
“I’m not a virgin…but I’ve only had sex once.”
My response is met with silence.
Great job, Lizzie. Stating you are not, in fact, a virgin would have sufficed, but you just had to throw in that you’ve only done it once.
He takes a deep breath, like he’s thinking really hard for the right thing to say, and all I can do is watch the feelings play across his face. Seconds go by, and he still hasn’t responded to my answer.
Yeah, no. I’m not going to wait around for him to let me down gently. I start to move off him, needing to escape whatever this has turned into as quickly as possible, but he holds me tightly on his lap.
“Lizzie, stop,” he says, his voice like gravel. “Look at me. None of that matters to me. I just needed to know before I went any further.” He waits for me to acknowledge him, so I give him a nod. “Was it any good?”
What?
Did he really just ask me that?
“Um…no. He didn’t make me come,” I blurt out.
“You don’t ever have to worry about that with me. I’ve got you.” His voice is so earnest, and I can’t help but feel reassured by his attentiveness. “Do you want me to stop, or do you want me to keep going, baby?”
My fantasies are being offered to me on a silver platter, and I’m pretty sure my brain is misfiring at how hard I can feel him under me. He squeezes my side with the hand he has on my hip, bringing my attention back to him and the moment.
“I don’t…I don’t want to disappoint you,” I say quickly on a rush of breath. He slips a finger back in, and I moan.
“You couldn’t disappoint me if you tried,” he whispers. “Do you want me to make you come?”
My pussy tightens around that one finger, like my body is involuntarily answering for me, knowing I don’t ever want him to stop.
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” he says with a cocky, proud look on his face, and I’m suddenly hot all over.
Holy shit. Who knew I would be into that?
His middle finger goes in and out as he brushes my clit with his thumb. I make the most unladylike noise and then drop my head back into his shoulder, but he doesn’t let me get away with it. Grabbing my hair with his other hand, he moves my lips to his, fusing them back together. He kisses me and works my pussy and clit in tandem, and it’s almost too much.
“You are so fucking wet for me, Lizzie. So fucking tight.” He pinches my clit and adds a second finger, and I’m trying to hold on to my sanity. “I can’t wait to feel you grip my cock. For you to make all these fucking noises when I’m deep inside you.”
That does it. His dirty talk and his talented fingers are about to push me right over the edge. “I’m going to come, Cameron. Oh my God. I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me, baby,” he rasps in my ear, working me faster like he knows exactly what I need.
I bite down on his shoulder to muffle my moans and ride out the best orgasm I’ve ever had. My vibrator pales in comparison to how skilled Cameron is.
He praises me over and over as I come back down to Earth, raining kisses all over my face and neck between his sinfully sexy murmurings.
“You coming on my fingers was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Your tight pussy was made just for me, Lizzie. I can’t wait to have my mouth on you and have you spread out under me like the feast that you are.”
Once I finally come back to myself, I lift my head up to stare into his eyes, feeling shy but trying really hard not to show it. He pulls his hand out from between my legs, never breaking eye contact, and I suddenly feel so empty without him there. Then he slips his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean.
“So fucking sweet, Lizzie. I should have known you would be. You only have sweetness in you. Such a good girl.” Then he kisses me with so much passion I want to cry. I can taste myself on him, and it just makes it more erotic.
I can feel how hard he still is under me, and I find myself asking, “Can I…help with your situation?”
He laughs and nips at my bottom lip. When he runs his hands along the top of my ass, I wiggle a little, and he groans. “You’re killing me, Lizzie. But not tonight, baby. I better get back and check on the girls.” He kisses me again. “Besides, tonight was about you showing me how much you need me, remember?”
“Right,” I respond, suddenly unsure of what we just did. I move off him and drag my jeans back up, but he stops me before I can zip them up.
“Stop overthinking it, Lizzie,” he says as he kisses me again. “This was the best fucking night of my life.”
I laugh and roll my eyes. “You’ve won two Super Bowls, Cameron. I highly doubt tonight was better than those. Especially since you didn’t let me return the favor.”
“Eager, are you?” Not being shy, he adjusts himself, drawing all my attention to the very large and hard outline in his jeans. “Tonight was about you, baby. That was pleasure enough for me. But I will definitely take a rain check for next time.”
Next time , I find myself thinking, but out loud I just say, “If you say so.”
We quickly fold the blanket, and Cameron walks me to my door. He doesn’t say good night. He just kisses me one last time before jogging back to his house. Before he walks through his back door, he waves at me and then steps inside, closing the door behind him.
I take a quick shower and change into pajamas before climbing up to my loft. Lying down in my soft bed, I can’t help feeling like tonight was the start of something really good. Maybe life-changing.
Me: Are the girls okay?
It takes him a couple of minutes to write back.
Cameron: They’re sound asleep.
Cameron: Is that all you want to know, Lizzie?
Feeling brave after our little performance outside, I can’t stop myself from typing my next message.
Me: Did you take care of yourself?
Cameron: Do you want me to?
Me: Yes.
Cameron: If you were with me right now, what would you want to do?
Holy shit. Are we sexting?
We totally are, and I don’t have any shyness left in me to back out now.
Me: I’d want to have my mouth on you. To taste you. To see how far I can take you.
Me: I’ve never done that before. You’d have to show me how.
Me: How you like it.
Me: Like…how fast, how hard, should I lick or suck, should I use my hands…
He doesn’t text back immediately, and I start to wonder if I took it too far too soon. I’m about to freak out when a text comes through from him.
Cameron: Fuck, baby.
Cameron: You just made me come without touching me.
Cameron: Where did those questions come from?
Me: It’s called porn, Cameron. And Google.
Me: Are you going to answer them, though?
Cameron: I think I’d rather show you.
Me: Well, you could have asked.
Me: But I’ll take that rain check you mentioned.
Me: Good night, Cameron.
Cameron: Good night, Lizzie.
Wow. I can’t believe I just did that. I feel like a sex goddess. Like I’m invincible. What a high.
Just as I set my phone down, there’s a new text message from a number I don’t know.
Unknown: Hey, it’s Reid. I hope you don’t mind, but I got your number from work. Definitely breaking all sorts of HIPAA laws with this, but I wanted to invite you to Cam’s welcome home party tomorrow night at Rangers at 6:00 p.m. All his family and friends will be there, and considering the way he looks and acts toward you, I’d say you at least qualify as a friend.
Me: Haha. I’d love to come. Thanks for the invite. I’ll see you tomorrow night.
I heard about this party around town, but I didn’t think anything of it, and I definitely didn’t think I’d get invited. Before Cameron moved back, I was just the next-door neighbor girl to him. Maybe friendly…but now, what are we?
I don’t expect Cameron to act anything but friendly toward me since we’ll be in public and whatever this is between us is new, but it will be nice feeling like we have our own little secret to everyone else. Okay, maybe not Reid. Or Morgan, because she’s onto us.
Maybe I should work on my poker face.
Still, there’s a nagging feeling in the back of my head. What if Cameron doesn’t want me there? Maybe I shouldn’t have accepted Reid’s invitation so easily.
To calm down my brain, I decide to wait and see if Cameron invites me. If he does, I’ll go. If he doesn’t, then I won’t. Simple as that.
But my heart hopes he will.