Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Camilla
Iwasn’t sure when my mind would be able to fully process everything that had happened in the course of twenty-four hours, but I knew it wouldn’t be now.
Harris moved his hands up my waist, and I stopped his movements with my own.
He wasn’t hearing me because what I thought didn’t matter.
He was going to do things how he wanted, like he always did.
Even though he meant well, he had controlled my life from the shadows, and it felt… uncomfortable.
He looked up at me with questioning eyes. “Talk to me, baby.”
I worried my lower lip, getting my thoughts together.
I had to be clear and firm with him. Harris was always a stubborn guy.
Okay, pigheaded was more like it. However, he was never unreasonable.
Well, not with me. “Moving forward, we are going to get through everything together. You are not going to control the situation and only do things your way. Whether we’re together or not. Okay?”
He nodded with a very fake-looking smile on his lips that convinced me that my words were not sinking in. I rolled my eyes. “See, I don’t believe you.” I wiggled, trying to get up again, but he held me still. Damn him and his orc strength.
“What’s the problem?” he began. “I agreed.”
I huffed. “No, I know you too well. You’ll tell me some things and then just withhold the stuff that you know will piss me off. You can never fully agree to something that would leave too many variables.”
He growled and gave me a playful squeeze. “Then why’d you even bring it up?”
Looks like I was going to have to get rough.
What exactly did that look like? An episode of a police procedural came into my mind, and I channeled my inner bad cop, sick of the shit.
I grasped a section of his hair, tilting his head back as I gave him a menacing look.
However, he only smiled, clearly not threatened by me at all. The sexy jerk.
“I like it when you pull my hair. Next time I want you to ride me when you do it,” he said.
Sweet lord, I think my pussy just throbbed. No. Nope, he was not going to distract me. “You aren’t taking me seriously.”
He lost his smile. “I’m never going to promise you anything that I’d have to break.”
I let go of his hair. “Why would you ever have to spy on me?”
“To keep you safe and comfortable, but I can relax some things.” He moved his hands to my ass, his large fingers splayed across my backside. The tips of his fingers brushed against my covered slit, shooting instant tingles through my belly.
“I know it won’t be much,” I breathed out.
He slid his fingers further along my mound, applying gentle pressure as he moved his fingers back and forth. “No, it won’t be. I’m not letting anything happen to you. I never really let you go, and I never will.”
I pressed my lips together, suppressing a moan as the electricity of his touch filled me. He was trying to distract me, and it was possibly working. “You know if anyone else said that, I would be seriously terrified. Now I’m just moderately terrified.”
He chuckled, his fingers moving more rapidly now, curling my toes. “Well, that’s a start. Do you want me to stop?”
“Spying on me? Yes. What you’re doing with your fingers right now? No.”
His fingers slid inside my panties. I was already dripping from his ministrations, my hips moving against his fingers. “I can agree to the latter. Look how well I compromise.”
I snorted. “There’s no winning with you.”
He leaned up and kissed me, his mouth hot and eager.
As annoyed as I wanted to be, he knew how to distract me so well.
Oh, who was I kidding? I wanted his distraction.
The feel of his full lips on mine, his tongue dancing against my own.
My stomach fluttered, my mind clouding at the feel of his mouth and fingers on me.
He was crazy, but he was mine. I felt special to have the attention, even if it was a bit toxic.
I’d sort that out with myself later. As well as the feelings I had in return.
For now, I just wanted him. More of the side of him that I had never had before.
He pulled away from my mouth, his icy blue eyes clouded in a desire that dampened my core.
“There’s lots of winning with you, baby.
I’ll make sure of it. Every day.” His eyes narrowed in drunken slits as he continued working my pussy with his fingers.
He dipped one inside of me, and this time I did moan, my pussy clenching around his thick digit.
He sucked in a breath. “Oh, you’re so wet for me. Fuck my finger, baby. I want to see you come.”
Damn, his mouth was deliciously nasty, and it was driving me wild. I would have to set him straight after. It might take the rest of the week and lots of sex. And I was fine with that. For now. Don’t judge me.
I leaned into him and bounced up and down on his finger, which was soon joined by another one.
He quickly pulled down a strap of my dress with his free hand and moved my breast free of my strapless bra.
In seconds, his mouth was latched around my exposed, hardened nipple.
I pressed him tighter to me, my fingers still in his hair as I rode his hand.
I felt like I was simmering, ready to explode.
He was so damn good at this. Good at knowing my body.
Was this some trickery of his? I was supposed to be irritated, but I think I forgot how, at least while his fingers were in me.
He paused, popping my nipple out of his mouth as he looked up at me. “Get out of your head, baby. I want to feel you tremble.”
How the hell did he know? I opened my mouth in shock and let out a cry as his thumb brushed back and forth over my clit, his fingers continuing inside me.
He looked at me with a confident grin, and I gripped his hair tighter.
His eyes fluttered, and it was such a turn-on to see that reaction. And a little empowering.
His mouth went back to my chest, and I ground faster onto his fingers, drenching them until I came, my legs shaking around him.
He tightened his grip on me as I rode out my orgasm, his finger pumping slowing down.
He gave a few lazy laps of my nipple, which sent sparks within me.
I didn’t want it to end; I never did when it came to him.
Too much time had been lost. Thoughts of what could have been.
Sure, he was a scary control freak, but also, I really liked him. I always had.
I moved my hand to his slacks-covered member, stroking him from the base.
He was rock hard and, as I stroked him, faster and faster, I could already feel slight wetness at the tip.
He tossed his head to the back of the couch, eyes closing.
His hips jutted up, meeting my movements, his mouth parted.
The devious side of me wanted to make him come in his pants.
It was kind of amazing that he was giving me this much control.
Or was he just giving me the illusion of control? It was probably the latter.
I squeezed the base of him, fondling his balls, which released a sigh from him that zapped straight to my core.
I then unzipped him, dipping my hand in his boxer briefs and releasing his dick, which was already poked out of the top, stiff and leaking precum.
I swiped a finger over the tip and brought the liquid to my lips.
His eyes shot open as he watched me lick his essence off my finger.
There was a salty, nutty flavor I didn’t dislike.
I licked my lips with a coy smile as I continued to jerk him.
I moved my hands in different directions as I twisted up and down on his cock, focused on his pleasure despite my reawakened need.
His glazed eyes went back to my breasts, and he reached up and massaged them, his fascination with me seeming not to wane.
“Baby, you do that so well,” he groaned, flicking his thumb over my hardened tips.
Encouraged by his praise, I swiped my thumb over his leaking slit before using the lubrication to stroke under his head, while continuing to pay attention to his balls. He sputtered a curse, his hips lifting, and I began to work him again, squeezing him tighter and faster.
He suddenly moved a shaking hand to mine, stopping my movements. I gave him questioning eyes, and he shook his head. “I love the feel of your hands on me, but I need to sink into you. Right now. Can you let me do that?”
He was already pushing my panties to the side, and I had to assume that he was close if he didn’t want to take our clothes off.
I did love being desired this much by him.
I was a bit giddy, in fact. I nodded and rose on my knees to make it easier for him.
We adjusted until I could sink on him. He was a stretch, but it felt so good that I wanted it, the fullness of him.
Still, I moved slowly, relishing the slight burn.
Harris made an appreciative noise that twisted my stomach.
He then gripped the back of my neck and brought our faces closer together as I began to slowly grind on top of him.
He kissed me hard, fingers pushed into my scalp as I balanced my own on his shoulders.
My body electrified for him, his lips zapping my core, the feel of him large inside of me and brushing against my inner walls, causing my lips to tremble over his.
He pulled back from me slowly, his lids heavy. “Baby, I need to come.”