Chapter 9
CAMERON
It takes everything in my willpower to keep my hands where they are, firmly planted on the ground and not buried in her hips where I want them and finishing what she started.
The way she was pleasuring herself with her head thrown back like that was more than I could take.
I wanted to fist my hand around her hair and pull her head back so she could scream into my mouth.
Devour her and give her what she was desperately trying to do herself.
I wanted to be eight inches deep inside of her and making her weep with my name on her tongue.
It’s a shame she didn’t finish.
God, this isn’t a good situation.
I could snap. I can feel it ebbing in the back of my head. I grind my jaw. It doesn’t help when the realization finally lights up her eyes, and she no doubt feels my hard dick against her soaked panties.
Her face pales and she looks down between us at my naked body. At least she can’t see my cock with her hoodie pooling over our privates, but I know she feels it tucked perfectly beneath her hot pussy.
I internally groan when her cheeks flush red and she tries standing too fast. She’s been squatting on my hips for at least five minutes, so I’m not surprised that her legs give out and she falls back into my lap, wrenching a groan from my chest.
My cock springs up with the motion, going straight up the front of her panties and curving along her stomach beneath her hoodie. Our eyes lock as a small gasp escapes her lips.
Fuck it.
I raise a brow and let my hands land on her hips. “You didn’t finish earlier, did you, love?” I whisper, keeping my eyes on those luscious lips of hers. I want to kiss her, and that’s not a good thing. Kissing is too intimate. Too caring…and that’s just not me.
So instead, I rock her forward, sending her hands flying to my shoulders. She holds on for dear life.
“Cameron!” she gasps, but her hips continue to softly sway on my cock shamelessly.
I grin and sink my fingers further into her ass. “Go ahead, you’ve got me all worked up.” I dip my head down and stroke her neck with my tongue. She inhales sharply and continues to dry hump the shit out of my cock.
Her cute whimpers build my orgasm more than her fingernails digging into my shoulders do. I can’t tell if she’s trying to hurt me or not with them. I half wish I could feel the pain of it. There’s no doubt in my mind that we’re both leaving this shower with bruises.
My dick throbs as I get closer to coming. “Fuck, Emery,” I groan as I bite down on her shoulder, holding her down so there’s more friction between us.
She stifles a yelp and clutches onto me so hard it almost steals my breath away. She comes undone on my dick, and the heat and euphoria that takes over her lewd expression sends me over the edge. I come shortly after, shooting hot liquid all over my stomach.
Emery stares down at my pulsing dick like she wishes it was inside her. Then she snaps out of whatever daze she’s in and looks up at me with her normal bristly demeanor.
Her eyes grow twice as large as horror falls over her like a sheet of ice.
What? Does she not do this often? I want to laugh, but settle for a smug grin.
Emery tries opening her mouth a few times to say something, but nothing comes out.
I swear this girl will be the end of me.
I brush the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip at the thought.
She blinks and seems to be a little disappointed when I stand and turn the shower on to rinse myself off properly.
I offer her my hand so she can get washed again too, but she just stares at me.
I let out a long sigh. “Jesus, Em, just give me your fucking hand.” I try to sound assertive, but it comes out as a breathy laugh. She blinks at me a few times before she cracks one of the most genuine smiles I’ve seen on her and laughs with me.
“God, this is so messed up,” she whispers as I pull her up. She giggles a little more as she struggles to stand with the weight of her soaked hoodie.
“Lift your arms,” I order as I pull on her sleeves to help her out of it.
The wet fabric falls to the floor with a loud slap.
We stand facing each other, defenseless and raw.
Everything I hate being, but for some reason I find comfort in her tender presence.
I don’t want to be hidden when she’s around. Her eyes belong only on me.
I want to lean down and steal a kiss from her. Then a hundred more just to see what this strange feeling is that she instills in my chest. My fear of finding out keeps me at bay.
With this little anomaly of a creature, I want to admire her from a safe distance. I can’t seem to stop yearning for her to not be afraid of me. Even though I know it’s fear that keeps her alert around me. I’m dangerous.
“Let’s get dressed,” I say after we finish rinsing off. I smooth wet strands of my hair from my face.
Worry is still etched over her features, but she listens and gets dressed. By the time I’m done, she’s all cleaned up and in dry clothes.
“You don’t need to wait in here for me. Go on and get some early practice in.
I’ll meet you in there in a second.” I encourage her to leave so I can take more pills.
An itch forms in the base of my throat and makes my teeth feel hot.
The injection last week helped a little with the urges, but holy shit have I been getting the worst nose bleeds, and that was the first time I’ve collapsed from one making me lightheaded.
I can’t tell if any part of my body is failing because I can’t feel pain, but something is wrong.
I make a mental note to let Nolan know later. The next injection needs tweaking.
“Okay,” she says slowly, looking me up and down before finally standing.
“I’ll see you in there.” Emery leaves and the moment she’s far enough away, I let my hands fall to the sink.
My insides twist. It feels so odd. Either way, it’s enough to make an unsettling realization take place in my heart.
Blood drips from my nose again as I hear Erik’s voice roll through my mind again.
You’re not special.
My jaw flexes and I straighten, swiping my nose with the back of my hand, then take four more pills.