Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
KAMILA
C ameron shuts the door and throws me onto his bed, wasting no time. He leans down and brings his hungry mouth to mine. His grunts mix with my moans as I get wetter.
“Take your shirt off,” he tells me in a deep, demanding voice that leaves no room for argument. I scramble to do as he says, exposing my plain black bra in the process. Cameron eyes my chest as if he wants to swallow me whole. I then realize that he didn’t get to see me completely nude the first time we had sex. Heat rises to my cheeks eliciting excitement and anticipation. He brings a hand behind my back and unclasps my bra with two fingers.
My mouth drops open at the ease in which he was able to accomplish that. “You’ve done that way too many times.”
“A lot can happen in two years, Kamila,” he says, repeating his words from earlier.
Two can play at this game. “Very true.” I catch his bottom lip between my teeth, distracting him from my task. His groan comes from deep within his chest. Once I let his lip go, I’m smirking with his belt in hand.
His eyes flash with surprise, probably wondering how I did it without him feeling anything. It’s a trick I keep up my sleeve and it’s staying there.
Cameron releases a deep growl before grabbing my neck. “I’m not going to go easy on you tonight, Kamila. I’ve been hard ever since I saw you on the dance floor, and from what I experienced on Saturday, you like it rough.”
He couldn’t be more right. I nod my head quickly and press my legs together.
“Good.” He slides the rest of my bra off in a rush but takes a moment to lift himself up and look at my breasts. He drags a finger over one of the puckered nipples, and I whimper, arching my back, silently pleading for more. He slaps my tit in return, and I gasp.
“Patience, Kamila.” He drags his fingers back around my nipples and pinches them lightly, eliciting another moan from me.
He teases me for a while until I start shaking underneath him. I have a suspicion that he’s waiting for me to beg.
Cameron begins to bite and suck both, switching from left to right. I make all kinds of sounds, desperate for him to touch me anywhere else, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of asking.
“I said patience, Kamila.” Cameron’s deep voice startles me, and I look down where his mouth is hovering over my left breast, a brow raised. Shit. I must’ve been squirming more than I thought.
That same mouth goes back to where it was, but this time, he bites my nipple harder than before, and I let out a small yelp.
He sends me a devilish grin. “Too much?”
“Not enough,” I say, challenging him.
He takes the bait and whips his shirt off. Even though it’s not the first time I’ve seen him shirtless, this is the first time I take the time to appreciate the view. His torso is long and drool-worthy with a perfect tan and, of course, a six pack. His arms aren’t huge, yet still muscular and covered in tattoos I’m not familiar with .
“Like what you see?” he asks, steering my attention back to his face.
I feel a flash of frustration pass through me. I’m too horny for this shit. I sit up and try to unzip his pants. In the blink of an eye, he pushes me back down and pins my arms above my head.
“You really don’t know the meaning of the word patience do you? Don’t make me tie you up. Unless you like that kind of thing?” He breathes into my mouth. When I don’t respond, he pushes. “Well, do you like it, Kamila?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve done it before?”
I nod, and his eyes flash with what seems to be a mix of intrigue and frustration.
He lets out a deep breath. “There are so many things I want to do to you, you have no fucking idea.”
My breathing picks up. “Like what?” I can’t help my curiosity.
There’s a hint of amusement behind the lust in his voice. “I want to tie you up and tease you for hours until you’re dripping and begging for my cock.”
Fuck, I wish he would just touch me already. “Then do it.”
“So needy, aren’t you?” He laughs. “Not tonight.”
Well, that’s plain old mean.
“Why not?”
“Because tonight, I just want to fuck you.” He bites my nipple again.
“Holy shit!” I yell at the mixture of pain and pleasure.
“You get my dick like you did last time, no foreplay.”
That catches my attention. “Do you not like oral?”
Cameron grabs my jaw tightly. “I sucked your come off my fingers the last time we were together, so no, I don’t like oral. I fucking love it . My mouth is worth the wait.” I’m practically panting against his lips now. He has such a filthy mouth, and he knows how much it affects me.
He unbuttons my jeans quickly and slides them down my thighs, leaving me in my thong. He grinds a hand near my clit, and I whimper, wishing there was no fabric between us.
“You’re soaked. Your pussy is practically begging to be fucked, isn’t it?”
I’m going to come if he keeps touching me. “Yes,” I pant.
He kisses me hard and, finally, unbuttons his pants. His hard dick comes out, hitting his stomach. A drop of his arousal is about to fall to my thigh before I quickly drag my thumb down over his tip and wipe it off. I bring it to my mouth, licking it off my finger, not taking my gaze off his. He watches my every move with a tortured face. A shiver of satisfaction courses through me.
“Fuck that’s hot,” he grunts.
He wastes no time in shoving my thong aside and rubs his cock against my pussy.
“Fuck me,” I demand.
His eyes flame with anger as he shoves himself inside of me the second the words leave my mouth. We both moan loudly.
“Fuck you’re tight,” he hisses.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
Cameron wraps his hands around my throat. “So. Fucking. Needy.” Each word is punctuated with a thrust of his hips.
And with that, he fucks me hard and unforgivingly. The bed squeaking underneath us is almost as loud as my screaming and his grunting. He’s not afraid to be vocal like other men are, and it’s so unbelievably hot.
Cameron straightens his back and spreads both of my legs further apart, hitting me at a different angle. We both watch as his cock disappears deeper inside of me and that’s when I see it.
“We forgot the condom,” he says, voicing my own thoughts.
There’s no point in putting one on now so I tell him what he needs to know. “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.” I barely get the words out when he begins to thrust faster.
“Also clean.” His jaw and body are tense as if he’s holding himself back .
“Then keep going, pull out, and come all over me.” I’m past begging. I need this. We need this.
“Fuck yeah.” He flips me over and lifts my ass up, spanking me before shoving himself back inside. I feel completely exposed and stretched.
“Harder, Cameron,” I scream, wanting it rougher than last time.
He grabs my hair from the back and pulls it tight. “Don’t. Tell. Me. How. To. Fuck,” he says between aggressive thrusts.
I let out a small sadistic laugh until he grabs the front of my neck with the exact right amount of pressure. “If you laugh at me again, I won’t let you come. Understood?”
“Don’t you dare,” I hiss. I will finish myself off in front of him if he does that.
He lets go of my hair and neck, pushes my face down into the bed, and pounds into me. My screams are muffled, but I can feel myself getting close. He must feel it too because he flips me over onto my back again.
“Are you going to come all over my cock, Kamila?”
“Yes, yes. Don’t stop. Oh God…don’t stop.” My eyes roll to the back of my head.
He sticks two fingers out near my mouth. “Open and suck.”
I’m completely at his mercy, and he knows it. Once I do as he says, those same fingers start rubbing against my clit. My legs shake, and my insides tighten.
“Fuckkkk,” he shouts. “Come for me. Let me hear you scream.”
I allow myself to fall apart and let my orgasm ride out, screaming and moaning at the top of my lungs. He fucks me and chokes me throughout all of it, asserting his dominance. I’m still coming down from my orgasm when he pulls out and finishes all over my tits while throwing his head back and moaning.
Once he’s done, I close my eyes, not caring that his release is all over me. I felt Cameron get off me at some point, but I’m too sedated to do the same .
That was…great. Goddamnit, it was great. It wasn’t a one-time fluke. We’re good at this, and that’s as equally terrifying as it is exciting.
My eyelids pop open at the feeling of something wet moving against my chest. Cameron’s cleaning his mess off me with a wet cloth.
“What a gentleman,” I draw out, surprised at his manners, and close my eyes again.
“Give me some credit. Even I wouldn’t be that much of a dick to not clean up my own mess…unless it’s with your mouth.”
He’s smirking at me when I open my eyes again, and I roll mine in return. I’m too tired to think of a witty comeback, still I can’t stay in his bed much longer. In my attempt to get up, my shaky legs fail me and I have to sit back down.
“Are you okay?” I’m barely able to stand. Meanwhile, this guy is getting dressed again and looks to be very energized. How is he not exhausted?
“Yep, I’m fine. Just going to head to my room.” This time, when I stand, I’m able to walk. “Um, where’s my shirt?”
Cameron points to the lamp on his desk. How the hell did it get all the way over there?
“Do you really think it’s a good idea to walk back to your dorm alone? It’s almost one a.m.”
I finish getting dressed and try brushing my fingers through my hair that was never taken out of its ponytail. “I’ll be fine. I’ve done it before after late-night study sessions.”
“Alright, whatever you say.”
I’m in the middle of looking for my purse when I finally get the guts to ask him something I’ve been wanting to for a while.
“Question.”
“Maybe an answer.” He sits on his bed.
“How have you been doing with Professor Mills’s tests so far?”
He sighs. “Besides only being able to sleep one hour the night before the test, I’ve been doing okay. You? ”
“I meant grade-wise.”
“You first.” He props his head on one hand, revealing the star tattoo, and I quickly look away.
“Lowest score was eighty-eight, highest was ninety-three.”
“Then we’re in the same boat, except my lowest was a ninety.” His smug expression makes the sex haze officially disappear.
“I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” I saunter off to his door before he slams his hand against it, making me jump.
I spin back around. Both his hands now caging me in. “Or you can stay for another round.”
I lean up, getting close to his lips. “Can I suck your dick this time?”
“Yes.”
“Will you lick my pussy until I come all over your mouth?” I whisper, kissing the corner of his lips.
“Yes,” he pants.
Swiping my hand up against the growing erection in his sweatpants, I chuckle. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Cameron.” I slip out before he can catch me, but not before I hear him curse while the door slams shut.
My body wakes up sore. It takes me a while to remember why everything aches until all the memories of the night come flooding back.
Dancing. Cameron. Deal. Big dick. Great sex.
I relish in the pain Cameron left behind while getting ready for the day.
We have class together this morning, and I’m worried that things will be awkward. That is until he pushes his chair inches away from mine when we begin the class assignment. He lays his hand on my thigh and slowly slides it upwards. He’s so close to where I want his fingers to be, I move my hips slightly, and he stops at the top of my inner thigh right on the edge and draws lazy circles, making me squirm, desperate for some sort of release. To my surprise, he brings his hand back down to my knee and repeats the same cycle over and over again for half an hour, teasing me. He has to touch me there at some point. He’s probably just edging me on, and I’m okay with that as long as there’s a reward at the end.
By the time class is done, my underwear is soaked to the point of no return. Cameron finally looks at me for the first time in the past hour and a half, seeming pleased with himself.
“Think of this moment the next time you try to tease me, Kamila. Enjoy your vibrator tonight. I’m heading home for the weekend,” he whispers close to my ear before picking up his backpack to leave.
My mouth falls open at his words. It’s so much worse than what I had done to him. I get up on shaky legs, dropping my voice to a seductive whisper.
“Who said I can’t find someone else to satisfy my needs while you’re not around? We’re not exclusive, remember?” His jaw grows so tight, I’m surprised I don’t hear it crack.
He draws me in closer and smiles cruelly. “You’re right, Kamila, we aren’t. But please, let me know if you find someone who can make you come as hard as I can.” He places my hand on his dick that’s rock hard. “As good as this cock can.”
And with that, he disappears into the sea of students. I’m left standing there like an idiot because, unfortunately, he’s right. I will be having a long session with my vibrator and dildo tonight.
Now, I’m here in my bed recapping my conversation with Em at lunch. She started pressing me for details about Zo and I’s night out. While I was giving her certain pieces of what had happened, none of them included the teasing man I spent the night with. However, she had interrupted me mid-convo with a statement that caught me completely off guard.
“You slept with someone.”
I was shocked into silence. She proceeded to ask me some follow-up questions. Still, I kept my promise to Cameron and didn’t tell her about him. Instead, I said something that will come back to bite me in the ass.
“It was Nick.”
“The DJ? As in Levi’s friend?”
Yeah, I hadn’t thought that one through. It was too late to back out and I swore her to secrecy. Now, I’m lying in bed wondering how long I’ll be able to keep this secret before it drives me to the brink of insanity.