Chapter 37 Cam #2
She laughed, slow and wicked. “Yeah,” she said, eyes glinting. “That’s kinda the point, loverboy.”
Then she stood, fingers playing at the button of her jeans.
That was it. I crossed the space in three strides and placed my keys and wallet into the top drawer of my toolbox as I passed it.
“Nope,” I muttered, scooping her up like she weighed nothing, throwing her over my shoulder.
She yelped and laughed, fists playfully hitting my back as I carried her inside.
“Cameron!”
“You want trouble, pinkie? I’ll give you trouble.”
I didn’t stop until we hit my room. Kicked the door shut behind us.
Her laughter turned to breathless quiet the second I tossed her down and looked at her. There was no doubt—I was completely, stupidly, hopelessly gone for her.
There was something in her eyes—teasing, bold, but also a little unsure. She was testing boundaries to see how far she could go before I lost the last of my patience.
“Sorry,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. “You’re just… really hot when you’re under a car.”
I raised a brow, breathing hard. “You think that’s gonna get you out of flashing the whole damn neighborhood?”
She moved up toward the headboard, still grinning, and with a slow movement, tugged off her tight jeans.
She was just lying there—with only a thin scrap of pink lace covering her pussy, head tilted slightly.
I wanted to tear that thong off, sit her on my face, and eat her like she was my last meal.
I wanted to watch Harper take what she needed from me as she rode my cock.
I wanted to watch her come undone over and over again.
My hands clenched at my sides. Every inch of me burned for her. All the patience I’d told myself I had with her started unraveling fast.
She didn’t even have to say anything else. The look she gave me was enough.
I was on her in seconds, mouth crashing to hers, all heat and hunger and months—years—of want catching up to me.
I needed her every day for as long as she would have me.
We rarely had time to fuck or fool around while Tucker was away, so I cherished the moments with just us.
Although… I wouldn't have minded if he were here either.
She melted into me, and in that moment, there was no more teasing, no more waiting. Just her. Just us. Exactly where we both wanted to be.
“If this is your way of punishing me, I’m not going to learn my lesson.” She laughed against my lips.
“Oh, baby, we are just getting started.”
I kissed my way down to her brown, peaked nipple. I sucked the bud between my teeth, biting down slightly.
“Oh, fuck.” She moaned, arching towards my mouth. I bit down harder, then soothed the sting with my tongue. Harper moaned, rocking her hips towards me, searching for any type of friction.
I placed a hand on her hip, halting her movements. I looked up at her, swirling my tongue over her nipple. “Need something, Harper?”
She spoke through gritted teeth, “Nope.”
I continued sucking, pinching, and biting her chest, leaving more than a couple of marks until she was whimpering and begging.
“Fuck. I need more, Cam.”
I moved up to her neck and sucked on her pulse point. “More what?”
“Please.” She whimpered. “I need to come. I need you to make me come.”
“Hmm. That was quick. I thought you didn’t need anything, baby.”
I clearly touched a nerve because she pulled my hair to force my gaze to hers. “Fuck me, or I will do it myself.”
A wicked smile spread across my face. “Okay.”
She sighed in relief. I stood up from the bed to strip my own clothes. I moved back up the bed towards her, finding my place between her thighs. I grabbed the pillow next to her, sliding it under her hips, then spread her legs wider, giving me a perfect view of her cunt.
“Fuck, Harp, just touching your tits got you this wet?”
She bit her lip and nodded. I grabbed my cock—aching, dripping, and ready— and ran it up and down her wet slit. We both let out a groan.
“God. Just fuck me, please.” She whined and moved her hip against me.
I grabbed the base of my cock and pushed it into her in one thrust.
She cried out, “Oooh fuck.”
“Too much?” I was a bit worried I had gone too far.
In response, she locked her ankles around my lower back and practically growled out the words, “Fuck me, Cameron.”
“That’s my good girl.” I pulled out and rammed into her with everything I had. She screamed my name, which turned into incoherent babbling. I loved fucking her senseless; it was so hot.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby. God, your pussy is squeezing me so tight already. You going to come for me, Harp?”
She nodded frantically, unable to use her words.
I stuck my fingers in her mouth. “Get them nice and wet, baby.” I instructed. Harper sucked on my fingers, swirling her tongue around them like she would my cock. After they were wet enough, I used them to rub her clit, pushing her further to the edge.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.” She threw her head back, and her mouth fell open on a silent scream.
“That’s it, baby. Come on, this dick. Fuuuck.” I fucked her as she rode out her orgasm. After she came down, I pulled out of her and got off the bed. My cock was glistening with her release. She stared at me with confusion on her face.
“You didn't come?”
“Not yet. Come here.” She crawled towards me, and I positioned her the way I needed. Harper lay on her back with her head slightly hanging off the side of the bed. “I want you to clean up the mess you made on my cock until I come down your throat.”
Her eyes widened, but she licked her lips and opened her mouth for me.
“Such a good girl for me, Harp.” I rubbed the head of my dick on her lips, groaning at the contact. “You ready?”
“Please.”
She was so pretty when she begged for my cock.
I gave her what she needed and pushed my dick into her mouth.
She licked her release from my dick and sucked more of it into her mouth.
She moaned with me halfway into her mouth, causing me to buck my hips towards her mouth.
My girl gagged at the intrusion but didn’t push me away.
“Fuck. Can you take all of me, baby?” I slowly pushed my cock in deeper, feeling her swollen me down.
“Holy shit.” I ran a hand over her throat as I pulled out and thrust back in. “Fuck, Harper. I can see my cock in your throat. So fucking sexy, baby.”
As I set the pace of her face fucking, she rubbed her clit.
The sounds coming from us made me even hornier.
I pulled all the way out of her, dragging a trail of spit out with my dick.
She gasped for air, spit dripping down her face.
As she caught her breath, I slipped my dick back in and fucked her throat.
“Fuuuuck. I’m going to come. God, you take this dick so well.
So proud of you, baby.” The hand on her pussy sped up, and we came together.
I pulled out slightly so she wouldn’t choke on my cum, and she swallowed every drop while moaning out her orgasm.
I slowly pulled out of her mouth so she could take a proper breath.
“Hey, I’m going to get a towel for your face. One second, okay?”
She laughed, half of her face covered in her own spit. “Thank you!”
I warmed up the water in my bathroom and wet a small towel. I walked back to Harper, helped her into a sitting position, and cleaned her up.
After she was clean and had her vision back, I pulled her close to me and lay down with her.
She was still breathless, cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen from being used. God, she was perfect like this.
I leaned in, placing my cheek on the top of her head where she lay on my chest, dragging my hand slowly up her bare thigh.
“Do you have any idea how you make me feel, Shortcake?” I murmured, voice low and rough. “Look at you, baby.”
She ducked her head a little, trying to hide the smile that was tugging at her lips, suddenly shy. Not a fucking chance.
I tilted her chin back up with two fingers, making sure she kept those pretty brown eyes on me. “Nope. You don’t get to act sweet and shy now,” I said, smirking. “Not after the way you were begging me to come five minutes ago.”
She let out a shaky breath, and damn if it didn’t go straight to my half-hard cock.
“You’re my good little slut, aren’t you?” I whispered against her jaw.
She nodded, lips parting, but no sound came out.
I kissed her again—slow, deep, lingering—like, I didn’t want to let her out of this bed. Because, truthfully, I didn’t. But I also knew we had things to handle.
I pulled back with a groan, really not wanting to go anywhere. “Come on, Shortcake,” I said, grinning. “Let’s head to your place before I decide to keep you in here the rest of the damn day.”
“Okay, but first I need to fix my makeup.”
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We pulled into the driveway next to a truck we had never seen before. Normally, on the weekends, Tuck would come out alone and work on a few things. This truck, compared to his disgustingly oversized one, was tiny. I glanced at Harper, who looked both confused and angry.
“Who the fuck is in my house?”
Okay, so not angry. Pissed.
“Seriously, Cam, I’m about to lose my shit.” She said, getting out of my car.
She didn’t wait for me, just headed right into the house.
Shit. I hustled inside after her.
“Who’s in my house? If the plan was to break in, probably should’ve parked down the street.”
“Harper, hold on.”
She stopped in the hallway between the bathroom and the kitchen and glared at me.
If looks could kill, I never would’ve been born.
Footsteps sounded overhead, grabbing our attention.
They were distinctly heading for the stairs.
We stood in the hallway together and waited for whoever was up there to come down.