5
Camilla
Sometimes, my ideas were genius. But sometimes they were downright crazy. What the hell am I doing, I asked myself, certainly not for the first time.
This was my last-resort because if I hadn’t done it, I would be done for. Today’s lunch with interns didn’t help me at all, and I even heard that out of the twenty interns they accepted, they would hire only one. So, the odds weren't in my favor.
I’d formulated the plan in the hotel elevator, on the verge of hyperventilating because I’d never done something like this in my life. I was blackmailing Merritt Dawson. Was I totally insane?
I had counted on different reactions.
I’d expected him to flip out and go off the deep end.
I had not expected him to ask me to sleep with him in exchange for a job.
But what Carter didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him.
“And if I ask to sleep with you in return?” he asked me, his voice barely recognizable under the thick coat of his desire. “Would you do it?”
I was prepared to fight for what I wanted, and I knew I was attracted to him. So what if I slept with him? It wasn’t like I wasn’t attracted to him and didn’t want him.
He moved his thumb over my lips before they continued to my neck, and I began trembling. His touch was creating fire in me, eliminating the traces of my reason.
“I’m attracted to you, Camilla. Tell me that you want me too. Tell me that you feel the same.”
The air in the room seemed to vanish, and I could barely get enough oxygen into my lungs. My pussy was pulsating fast, and I wished for nothing more than to feel his fingers and mouth on me, to feel his cock buried deep inside of me…
I moaned and arched my neck, closing my eyes when his deft fingers ran across the sensitive skin of my neck.
“You already know it. You wouldn’t have invited me to this hotel room if you hadn’t figured that out already.”
“But I need to hear the words. Say it. Say you want me.” He pulled me closer to him and put his hands on my hips. I wished he would go lower. I wished he would slide them underneath my skirt and stroke my pussy.
“I won’t force you to sleep with me as a part of some debt. I won’t sleep with you just because you owe me, so if you don’t want me, just say the word and we’re out of here.”
There was no way I would deny him. I was too far gone, all my reason lost under the potent wave of desire.
“I want you too, Merritt. I shouldn’t, but I do.”
With a groan, he jerked me into his lap, and I straddled him. His cock pressed against my warm mound, and I was sure he could feel through the flimsy material of my panties just how wet I was.
“I’ll find you a job,” he said, but I could barely register what his words meant. In this moment, everything else seemed less important than being with Merritt.
“Now, no more talking.”
His lips landed on mine an instant later, claiming me. I moaned into his mouth and clutched his head with my hands, pulling him toward me. His tongue was playing with mine in the most delicious way, and I was even wetter. He ground against me, and the friction of our bodies was almost too much for me.
His mouth traveled along my jaw as his hands worked on the buttons of my shirt. My hands weren’t resting either, tugging at his shirt until it was out of his pants. As soon as the last button of my shirt was unbuttoned, I worked on unbuttoning his, moving in a frenzy.
Our shirts were off in a matter of seconds, our naked skin hot against each other as we kissed. He cupped my ass and pressed me against him, eliciting another moan out of me.
“You’re so sexy, Camilla. I was trying to get you out of my head, but it was impossible.”
His admission was a major turn-on for me. It was good knowing that Merritt felt this way about me.
It made me feel like I had the power.
I was in control.
I stood up and pushed him down to the bed. My hands were fast as I unfastened his belt and pulled his pants and black boxers to his knees, freeing his massive hard-on.
Oh my.
“Impressive,” I said, looking at the cock that was bigger than any other I’d seen so far. It was thicker too, with the budging veins surrounding it. A bead of precum poured out of his tip, and I hurried to collect it with my thumb. I pushed my thumb into my mouth, tasting him.
“Mmm.” I never took my eyes off him, lowering my head and wrapping my mouth around the tip of his shaft.
“Fuck.” He hissed and grabbed me by my head. I ran my tongue over his tip before I sucked it into my mouth, watching his face twist with pure pleasure. “So good…”
His grunts mixed with moans, coming out faster and faster. I couldn’t even take all of his big size into my mouth, sucking him slow then fast, then slow again.
Without warning, he grasped my shoulders and pulled me upward, making me lie over him. “If you keep doing it, I’ll cum before we even get started.”
He pressed his lips against mine and flipped us over. “Now it’s my turn.”
He unclasped my bra and pushed it aside, his eyes dark with lust. The next were my skirt and panties, both thrown onto the pile of our clothes on the floor, which left me only in my high heels. His hands threaded through my hair and removed the hairpin that was holding my hair in place, setting it wild and free. He observed his work with a satisfied smile on his face.
“Perfect.”
His eyes were all over me now, studying me closely, searing into me.
“You look even better than I’ve imagined. Look at these two sweet, pink nipples.” He took one nipple in between his thumb and forefinger and sucked the other into his mouth.
“Merritt… Ah, yes.” My nipples had always been super sensitive, so Merritt’s stimulation brought me marvelous sensations. “Keep doing that…”
I writhed beneath him, arching my back when his hand traveled down my stomach and reached my heated mound. His fingers pushed through my wet folds and reached my entrance, and a moment later, they penetrated me.
“Jesus…” I whimpered, raising my head to watch him fingering me.
“You’re so tight, Camilla. So tight and hot. Amazing.” He pulled away to look at my pussy as he added another digit into my pussy, thrusting three fingers into my slick canal.
“Ahh… It’s so good.” I let out a loud moan, letting my head drop against the mattress as the pressure rose in me. If he kept doing that…
But he didn’t continue. Instead, he did something even better.
Grabbing my thighs and separating them wide apart, he lowered his head and rewarded me with a feathery kiss on my clit.
“Merritt!” His mouth closed around my clit, sucking it slowly, painfully slowly, as his fingers rubbed the spot right beneath it. I was a wet mess, my juices pouring out and down my ass.
“You taste so good.” He moved so he could lick me from the entrance to my clit. He repeated this a couple of times, each time pushing his tongue against my flesh unhurriedly.
It was more than I could handle. I needed him to go faster, but at the same time this built-up made me feel everything way more intense, and I knew that when I finally came, it would be way stronger than my usual orgasms.
“Yes, yes, yes… Just like that.”
I pressed his head against my mound when he continued sucking my clitoris again, this time pushing two fingers into me at the same time. He was going faster now, bringing me an incomprehensible ecstasy.
I was going to come… I was going to come so hard…
“Yes! Ah! Merritt!” I screamed, thrusting my hips toward him, coming hard, so hard.
He kept his face pressed against me until the last aftershock coursed through me.
“If you could only see yourself now,” he muttered and licked his lips that were coated with my juices. “Fucking sexy.”
I reached for my high heels to take them off, but he didn’t let me. “No. Leave them. I want to fuck you with them on.”
He stepped away only to take a condom out of his pants and put it on. Moving me to the edge of the bed, he placed my legs over his shoulders, sliding his hands over my thighs and knees.
“I finally get to be inside of you.” He pushed and entered me fully at once, reaching out to cup my breasts.
“Merritt… Oh God…” He was so big! My walls stretched to take all of him, and pleasure mixed with pain coursed through me when he hit my cervix with the head of his dick. He was in too deep. “You’re so big.”
He smirked and started moving, at first slowly, then gradually faster and faster. The way he looked at me had me trapped, as if he was enchanted by me.
“You’re so beautiful, Camilla. And you feel so good.”
I responded with a series of loud moans, nearing another orgasm. He was ripping through me, the fingers of his right hand playing with my nipple as the fingers of his left hand played with my clit. I couldn’t stand it, on the verge of orgasming…
“I’m going to come, yes… Merritt!” I screamed and scratched his back, sure that was going to leave marks, climaxing even harder than a few minutes ago.
“Yes… Squeeze me like that. Squeeze my cock like a fist.”
Fog enveloped my mind, all coherent thoughts gone as my orgasm went on and on…
I was barely aware that he had moved and took me with him, handling me with ease, which was no wonder with all those muscles of his. He was sheer strength. He wrapped my legs around his waist and picked me up, taking me to the nearest wall.
“I can’t get enough of you. I want to keep fucking you until you can’t walk. Come on. Scream for me, sweetheart. Scratch me, come for me, lose your fucking mind because I’m inside of you.”
“Ah, Merritt…” I bit his shoulder, barely able to withstand the sensations. He was ramming into me, pushing me roughly against the wall, but I didn’t even feel discomfort of the position, only aware of his hard thrusts.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
“Ah… Don’t stop, Merritt! Don’t stop! I’m coming… Oh God, I’m coming!” I let out another scream and threw my head back. The climax was too much, sucking all my energy out of me, making me limp in his arms.
He increased his pace, pounding into me mercilessly, faster and faster, and then he roared, thrusting into me one last time before he reached his own climax.
For quite some time, none of us said a word, our quickened breaths coming out harshly. He put me down on my feet, but he didn’t let go of me, for which I was grateful, since I wasn’t sure I would actually be able to stand. My legs felt extremely weak.
After he disposed the condom, he pulled me with him to the bed and laid down next to me, observing me with an unusual softness in his eyes.
“How do you feel?” he asked, stroking my hair.
“Amazing. You really have your way with women, Merritt Dawson.”
“You think?” He nipped my lower lip and sucked it into his mouth, letting his hands trace my waist delicately. “So are you still not interested in me?” he asked, referring to my statement from the bar, even though he knew very well how I felt in this moment.
“How about you ask me that after round two?” I asked boldly. Even now, after that great sex we’d just had, I still wanted him.
It seemed that he felt the same, since a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes, followed by a super sexy smirk. “You don’t have to say it again, sweetheart. I plan to fuck you again. And again. And again.”
With that, he picked me up and took me to the shower. He stayed true to his words, fucking me in the shower, then on the bed again, then on the floor, doing things to me that were much, much better than any fantasy I could imagine.
And now I was addicted to him.
This was why I didn’t mix business with pleasure.