26. Lizzie
26
LIZZIE
Holy cow. Cameron Dylan is inside me.
I feel like I’m dreaming, but then the stretching pain and fullness of him sliding into me remind me that this is very much real life. I take a deep breath, my fingernails digging into his shoulders, willing my body to relax and adjust to his size.
The only time I had sex, it was essentially over before it started, so I began to question whether or not sex was all it was hyped to be. Based on the orgasm Cameron just wrenched from my body, though, I can safely say that it lives up to the hype.
As long as you have the right person, that is.
I run my hands through his hair and take in the sensation of Cameron’s deep breaths on my neck. He’s stopped moving, and I can only assume it’s so he can get himself under control.
“You okay, Cameron?” I ask with a smile.
“Fuck, Lizzie. I’m trying not to blow my load before we even start. You’re so tight and wet, and after you just came on my mouth and hand, I’m on sensory overload. It’s like I’m a teenager again.”
I smile at his response, truly impressed with the concentration he’s exerting. I lean up to kiss him and keep threading my fingers through his hair and wrap my legs around his lower back, pushing him deeper inside me and making me moan. He moans back before reaching between us to touch my clit.
He starts thrusting, and now that I’ve adjusted to him, this feels so good. I can’t think. I’m so full and surrounded by Cameron. He’s everywhere, and I feel like I’m in a dream.
I tear my mouth away from Cameron’s, and we lock eyes as he continues to pound into me and strum my clit. I don’t know if it’s the eye contact or the combination of his cock and fingers pleasuring me, but the next thing I know, I’m nearing the top of the cliff and about to fall over again.
And Cameron knows it. He doubles his efforts on my clit, keeping to the perfect rhythm that is going to set me off as he whispers in my ear, “I want to watch you come again, Lizzie. This time with my cock buried deep inside your perfect little pussy. Come apart for me, baby.”
He leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, and that’s it. I come so hard that it feels like I’m going to pass out.
“Fuck, that’s it. I can watch you like this all day, every day. Just like this. Being completely owned by me, taking everything I give you.” He kisses me again, swallowing the last of my moans.
“Let go, Cameron. Let me feel you,” I whisper, and I feel it when he comes inside me, finally surrendering control.
God, I’m going to get so addicted to this. My vibrator will never be good enough now.
“Fuck, Lizzie. I think I’m dead,” he says, then moves his face into my neck, taking a deep inhale.
I laugh, and after a second, so does he. He pulls out slowly, and I wince, but the slight pain is nothing compared to how much my body misses him already. He moves us, wrapping his arms around my shoulder and back as I’m lying on his chest. We stay like this for a few minutes, just catching our breath and basking in a post-orgasm haze. Then, Cameron clears his throat and brings his eyes to mine, suddenly serious.
“I meant what I said, Lizzie. You’re mine now. This isn’t going to be some secret. I’m a possessive asshole when it comes to you. You saw that earlier, and I’m gonna need everyone to know that you’re taken.”
“I don’t want this to be a secret either. You’ve literally been my fantasy for the past twelve years, Cameron Dylan. Plus, I kind of like it when you get possessive.” I lift my fingers back into his hair, running my nails along his scalp, eliciting a long moan from him. As I move my hand along his abs, I watch him getting hard again. “Already? I mean, you just…We’re not even doing anything now.”
“We’re lying naked together and you’re leaking my cum. Just being close to you gets me hard, so what do you expect?”
God, he’s so sexy.
Contented silence passes between us as we bask in post-orgasm bliss.
“I’m gonna tell the girls tomorrow. I’m not hiding what we have anymore. And we are definitely beyond being friends with benefits. Do you want to tell your parents? I don’t want to have to explain us being together after we get caught or something.”
“What? Like caught having sex?” I screech out of alarm but also a little excitement.
“I meant like holding hands or kissing because that’s bound to happen.” He laughs and then moves on top of me again. “My, my, Lizzie Montgomery, I think you like the idea of getting caught. I would never have expected this side out of you, but I like it.” He sucks on the spot below my ear that drives me crazy and slides inside me again. “Whatever fantasies you have, I’ll bring them to life.”
I’m still sensitive, so everything feels like it’s too much, but in the best way. I moan and close my eyes, reveling in the feeling of him inside me and on me. He brings my leg up, changing the angle and going deeper. An ungodly sound comes out of me next, but I don’t even care because it all feels way too good.
“You like that, huh?”
“I think I like everything you do,” I manage to get out.
He laughs again into my neck and keeps hitting that sweet spot deep inside me. Before I know it, we’re both coming again. This time, Cameron rolls off me and leaves the bed to go into the bathroom attached to his room stark naked. Every bit of him is gorgeous.
And mine.
He comes back a minute later, wearing boxers and holding a warm washcloth. I don’t have time to ask questions before he gently spreads my legs open and cleans me up before grabbing one of his T-shirts from a drawer and pulling it over my head.
“Why are you dressing me in your clothes?” I ask.
He leans onto the bed so that he’s just an inch from my face before speaking.
“One, because I like you wearing my stuff. And two, because I want to cuddle with you for a while before I ravage your body again, and if you’re naked against me, I know that cuddle time will be short. Since you’re pretty new to this, I don’t want to overdo it and leave you sore tomorrow.”
“Oh.” That’s all I can get out. I’m taken aback by this sweet side of him but also liking the idea of him having his way with me again. He must see the desire flare in my eyes because he laughs.
“Is that a good plan, my dirty girl?” he asks before leaning in and kissing me softly.
“Yes,” I reply when he lets me up for air.
“I’m going to lock up. Do you need anything?”
“Maybe some water. I feel like I need to stay hydrated to keep up with you. You know, since my youth seems to be rubbing off on you,” I answer with a laugh.
Cameron smiles and leans back in for another quick kiss. “Coming right up.”
After he leaves the room, I run to the bathroom to do my business and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair is a rat’s nest, my skin is flushed, and my lips are puffy. I look thoroughly fucked, and I can’t keep the smile that takes over my face.
I wash my hands and go back into the room, but Cameron still isn’t back yet, so I slide under the covers and breathe in the scent of him all over his pillows. It’s insanely intoxicating, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to become addicted.
Who am I kidding? I already am.
Cameron comes back a minute later holding a bottle of water and climbs into bed beside me. He passes it to me, and I’ve barely taken a swig before he pulls me back against his chest.
“Are Mikey and his crew coming in the morning?” I ask.
“Bright and early.” Cameron laces his hand in mine over my stomach, squeezing me even closer to him. “I’ll wake you up before they get here, don’t worry.” He brings our joined hands up to my chin and turns my head toward his so our eyes are locked. “I’ll never be able to say this enough, Lizzie, but I’m sorry for today.”
“We’re good, Cameron. I promise. You just needed a kick in the ass. That’s all.” As much as I was hurt, I’m ready to put it behind us and move forward.
“Believe me, the guys gave it to me, especially Reid.” He laughs.
“Good. That’s what best friends are for.”
He leans in and kisses me but backs away before it can turn R-rated.
“Just know that you’ve come to mean a lot to me since I’ve been back. To the girls too. They never stop talking about how cool you are. How much they like you. How pretty you are. I happen to agree wholeheartedly with all of it, by the way.” He smiles but then turns serious again. “I wanna see where this goes. Our relationship. Just give me a chance.”
I stare into his brown eyes, the depths of which I’ve become intimately familiar with in the last few weeks. As I get lost in them, I know I’d give him a million chances if he asked me.
“I wanna see where this goes too.” I bring my lips to his and kiss him deep so he can feel how much I want the same. “You’ve been my fantasy for as long as I can remember. I never thought this would ever happen.”
“I’m counting myself lucky that I’ve only had to wait a few weeks to fulfill my fantasy. It was the longest few weeks of my life. I don’t know how you’ve done it.”
“Lots of diary entries. Daydreams like you wouldn’t believe.”
“I feel like I have a lot of making up to do.” His devious smile after he says this and the way his hands move down my body have my mind thinking very dirty things.
“What kind of making up?” I ask breathily.
“The kind where I make you come with my mouth and fingers and then you ride me.”
“I thought you wanted to cuddle.”
“Sometimes cuddling is overrated.”
I murmur my agreement and let him get to work.
And boy, does he get to work.