Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
CAMERON
T he car ride has been silent since we left the Old Brick Pub. I don’t know if it’s because my words might’ve been too much for her or if it’s because of the anger radiating off her mixed with our mutual horniness.
There was no hiding how turned on she was when I slammed her against my car, but then again, that seems to be our dynamic.
Fight equals sex. Jealousy equals sex. Frustration equals sex.
We were finally on somewhat stable ground today, and I let whatever feelings I had get in the way. It’s so damn frustrating. One second, I can’t stand her, the next, I want to be inside of her, and after that, I feel this weird extreme jealousy when I see another man or woman lust after her. I can’t bring myself to say those thoughts aloud. I already partially admitted to them at the pub, and it clearly freaked her out.
What if I scare her off? What if she ends what we’ve built, even if it is just sex? Who am I kidding? This shit is way too fucking complicated to be just sex.
I tighten my hands around the steering wheel until my knuckles are white. A sign comes into view that points towards a hiking trail to our right. Driscoll is still twenty minutes away. That little devil that has been quiet lately makes an appearance and any rational thoughts I had left disappear. I take a sharp right turn and hear Kamila gasp.
“What the hell are you doing?” She latches onto the handle at the top of the passenger seat.
“Parking.” I drive up the trail a bit, put the car in park, and turn the key. The sun has almost completely set and there’s no one around here at night. We’ll have plenty of privacy.
“What are we doing here, Cameron?” Kamila asks, clearly growing impatient. “You couldn’t wait twenty more minutes till we got to campus to fight or whatever it is that you want to do?”
My jaw clenches. “The last thing I want to do right now is talk.”
Her face changes to one that I’ve gotten very familiar with. Her breathing quickens, and I can tell she needs this just as badly as I do.
Okay, so I didn’t royally fuck up .
“Get in the back.”
She scrambles to the backseat, and I let out a grin at her eagerness.
Once Kamila is settled in the back, I jump out of the car and walk around it, too tall to wiggle in like she did.
I open the door and she rolls her eyes. “I could’ve done that.”
My eyes sweep up her body. “Are you not coming in?” she asks impatiently.
“Not just yet.” I wiggle my finger. “Come closer.” She inches forward and stops when she’s face to face with my crotch, still sitting in the backseat. I lower myself and give her a slow, closed mouth kiss. Her red lipstick is still in perfect condition. We’ll see if I can finally ruin it tonight.
“Get on your back. I want to pull your skirt up and fuck you with my tongue till you squirt all over my face again,” I whisper against her lips, knowing she can’t resist any kind of dirty talk. Her lids are now hooded with lust, and I know that when I touch her, she’ll be dripping.
Once she’s in position, I slowly push her skirt up. “I’ve been staring at this perfect ass all day, picturing every dirty thing I plan on doing to you.”
I don’t even have to move my hands for her to moan, all it takes are my words. I’ve never met a girl who likes her men so vocal, but I’m more than happy to tell her every filthy thought that runs through my mind.
This has been a week's wait. The past seven days have been full of quickies acting as stress relievers, and that’s not in the cards tonight. I want to take my time with her.
Once her skirt is high enough, I take off her thong and place one of her legs on the floor and the other over my shoulder.
“Thank you for not ripping another pair of my underwear,” she says breathlessly.
She lets out a small yelp when I give her thigh a quick bite. Kami lightly smacks me on the head, cursing under her breath. I shoot her a look.
This woman. “You’re going to regret that.”
I start kissing and licking my way up to her pussy, teasing her until she’s begging for it.
“Please, Cameron,” she whines.
There it is. Those two beautiful words. She whimpers when my tongue quickens, getting her right to the edge before I stop. I repeat the same motion five times, and it sounds like she’s about to cry with how badly she wants to come.
“Next time, don’t smack me on the head.”
She answers with a body shake, so desperate to come that she can’t even form a coherent sentence, only one word.
“Please.”
Giving in with a growl, I swipe my tongue against her clit just the way she likes it. Her hips buck off the seat as she pulls on my hair. Her hips move against my face, using my mouth to make herself come until she’s screaming.
“I. Need. Your. Fingers,” she demands between moans.
I’m not gentle when I stick three fingers inside of her, curling the middle one to hit the spot that I know will make her come just the way I want her to. Her pussy clamps around them, and I let out a moan of my own, my tongue still moving in long fast strokes. Kamila starts shaking, and I can tell that she’s close. I grab her waist and hold her down to keep her still while she explodes around my mouth and hand. She screams my name at the peak of her climax, which is now dripping all over my lips. I groan at the sensation, never wanting it to end.
“Fuck Kamila. Keep going.” I don’t stop my hand from moving. She tries to push me away, but I don’t allow it, knowing she’s capable of coming a second time and that she'll squirt again. My dick twitches at the knowledge. In a couple of minutes, she screams, letting out a string of curses while she wets my car seat for the second time. It’s so unbelievably sexy.
I kiss her thighs, letting her rest.
“Holy shit, that was hot,” she says hazily.
I laugh, and just when I think she’s going to need a couple of minutes to compose herself, she sits up, lightly pushes my head out the door, and moves to the edge of the car seat, facing me.
She’s face to face with my cock, and I’m sure she can see the outline of it straining against my zipper. I didn’t touch myself while eating her out, or I would’ve come from the sight alone.
She bites her lip as she rubs her hand against the front of my pants. I let out a shaky breath, afraid I’m going to be a two-pump chump tonight.
“I’m not going to last very long,” I warn her.
Her red lips curve into a smile. “This is the first time you’ll be inside my mouth…try to enjoy it for as long as you can.”
Fuck. It takes everything in me to ask her the next question. “Are you sure?”
She lets out a seductive laugh. “I’ve wanted to suck you off since the first night we kissed.”
Thank fuck. She quickly unfastens my belt, lowers the zipper, and tugs my pants and boxers down.
Kamila moans once my dick is out. Her amber eyes gaze back up to mine as she takes my entire cock deep in her plump mouth in one fell swoop.
I groan, letting my head fall back. “Holy fuck, Kamila.”
She deep throats me slowly without gagging, moving her tongue around my shaft and back to the head. My body shakes as I try to restrain myself from coming. Her head moves quicker, and this time, she puts both hands around my base, making it easier to bob her head.
“Fuck yeah. Just like that.” I look down at her beautiful face. She moans around my dick while I encourage her. Suddenly, she stops. I’m about to beg her like she was me a couple of minutes ago.
“Why did you stop?”
“I want you to fuck my mouth. Use me,” she says through hooded eyes, catching me off guard. This girl never ceases to amaze me.
Her lips are back around me, and I do exactly as she requested, not needing any more convincing. I move my hips in and out slowly, holding myself back so I don’t hurt her.
“Harder. Faster,” Kamila mutters with her mouth full of my cock.
“My brave girl.” I grab the back of her head and thrust forward as I fuck her mouth the way she wants me to, the way I want to. Saliva is everywhere, and the sight brings me closer to the edge. My body tenses. I’m close. Kamila’s tongue moves around my cock, and I know I’m done for. After three more thrusts, I close my eyes and come in the back of her throat.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk,” I hiss. I come so much that some of it makes it out of her mouth while tears stream down her face. It’s the dirtiest and second sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. The first being her coming all over my cock.
“Take it all, Kami.” And she does. She swallows it all. Her lipstick smudged all over the base of my dick.
Laying my head against the doorframe, I attempt to catch my breath .
“I finally smudged that damn lipstick.” I smile.
“That’s how I know I did a great job.” She grins back up at me.
A short laugh escapes me. That was the best head I’ve ever fucking gotten, and I don’t want anyone else getting the pleasure I just got. It’s the moment I realize that I don’t want her doing this with anyone else.
I’m still panting when I gaze down at her. She’s smiling up at me, looking mighty proud of herself. I give her a stern look.
“I don’t want you doing that to anyone else.” Her eyes turn into slits, but before she can say anything, I cover her mouth. “Just hear me out, that came out wrong. Give me two minutes, okay?” After a couple of seconds, she nods, and I lift my hand.
“I want to re-write one of the rules.” She opens her mouth again and I hold a finger up. “I want us to only fuck each other. Not date, just fuck.”
After a long pause, she asks, “Why?”
“I saw how jealous you were of Denise earlier. Don’t even try to fucking deny it. And she barely even looked at me.” Kamila averts her eyes as if embarrassed. “I’m guilty of doing the same. You saw how jealous I got of that DJ and bartender back there, and all they did was flirt with you.” I sigh loudly. “Do you really want to continue feeling this way? It’s only going to get worse the longer we do this.”
She stares at me silently. “Fine, on one condition.”
“Name it.”
Her expression hardens. “Do not fall in love with me, Cameron. I mean it. You heard what I said earlier, I’m not looking for that right now, and it’s not an option for us, not with our past. Not with who I’m related to.”
My muscles tighten at the mention of her sister. Nevertheless, I understand why she brought it up. I’m not in love with Kamila and she’s right, we could never be together, but I don’t want her with anyone else until this ends. We both know it won’t last forever, it’s just until we get it out of our systems .
“You don’t have to worry about that. You still drive me insane.” I smirk in the way I know will drive her up a wall.
She tilts her head. “Alright then. Deal.” She sticks out her hand so we can shake on it, instead, I pull her out of the car to kiss me. I taste my come on her lips just as I imagine she tastes her own on mine. My dick starts to harden.
She grins against my mouth. “Again already, Kahlo?”
“Doesn’t take me long to recover, Morales. Here or back at the dorm?”
She grabs my collar, kissing me frantically. I’m guessing the answer is here.
“I want you inside of me now.” She doesn’t need to tell me twice. In less than ten seconds, I’m on top of her in the backseat with her hands pinned above her head, shoving her shirt up. I lift her bra to bite her nipple. She moans in pleasure and writhes against me, her belly button piercing glinting in the moonlight.
“Have I ever told you how sexy this is?” I brush my finger against the piece of jewelry.
Her whiskey-colored eyes fill with amusement. “No. Now shut up and fuck me.”
I growl and adjust my cock against her opening. “Condom?” I ask her.
“We’re exclusive now and I’m on birth control. Guess that’s another rule we can break.” She shrugs.
“See? Comes with perks.” I slam into her, all while taking in her facial expressions of pleasure. If this is as far as we go, it’ll be enough, and if I keep repeating that to myself, maybe I’ll start to believe it.