Nine
Cameo
My mind is racing. I don’t know how to process what just happened. He walked away, or drove away actually.
Watching him drive away, I decide on following him. I don’t want to lose whatever this is, no matter how wrong it is. I follow him for the most part until he pulls into a driveway. Parking a few houses down, I watch him as he gets out and shuts the car door.
He slams his hand down on the top of the car before running his hands down his face. Sager starts toward the house when he stops and pulls his phone out of his pocket. I watch him put it to his ear as he answers it. He looks to his front door before walking back to his car, getting in and pulling out of the driveway.
I watch his car as it disappears into the distance and I think about what I did. If I were with him right now, maybe he wouldn’t have left. Maybe he would have stayed with me.
Sitting here for far longer than I should, I decide on waiting for him to come back. I don’t want to end things the way we did, and even though I don’t know when he might possibly show back up, I wait.
It’s almost ten o’clock before I decide on heading home. Alec called me two hours ago so I talked to him a little and I even spent a little time reading a book on my phone.
Before I can start my car, there is a tap on my passenger window. Startled, I put my hand to my chest and look over to see Sager leaning down to look in. He motions for me to unlock the door. Pressing the unlock button, I watch him as he slides into my passenger seat and shuts the door.
“Why are you parked outside my neighbor’s house?”
I shrug even though I know he can barely see me since we are nowhere near a streetlight.
“Did you follow me earlier?”
“Yes. I wanted to tell you that I was sorry, but before I could get the nerve, you left.”
His sigh fills the otherwise silent car. “Come inside.”
I start to fidget my hands and take a deep breath. “Okay.”
He gets out of the car, and I follow his lead. Once the doors are shut, I hit the lock button on my keyring,
I watch his backside as he walks toward his house and I don’t know if I’m making the right decision. When I talked with Alec earlier, he sounded disinterested in everything I said. Almost like he was distracted or ignoring me or something.
Sager opens his front door and motions for me to enter first. Walking through his front door, I go inside and wait for him to turn on a light or something. I can barely see anything in the entryway until he finally shuts the door and turns on a light.
“You want something to drink?” He moves past me, this time he doesn’t put his hands on me like he normally would.
“No. I didn’t come for a drink.”
Sager pauses where he is and turns toward me.
“Then why are you here Cameo? Why follow me home and wait three hours?”
As I think of what to say to him, I watch him. I stand near the door watching his every move.
“You know why,” I finally whisper.
“No, I need you to tell me, Cameo. Tell me what you want from me. Clearly you think I just want you for sex, so you need to tell me what you want.”
I watch him move toward a large chair in the middle of his living room and take a seat there. I come to stand in front of him, setting my purse on the ground at my feet. The closer I get to him, the more nervous I become.
Putting my hands on either side of his chair, I lean closer to him. His eyes take me in, but he never moves from his position. As I get a little braver, I go to straddle his lap. His breathing changes as I lower myself onto him.
I wrap my hands around the back of his neck, bringing my mouth to his. When I’m a breath away from him, his eyes burn into my skin. Eyes move over my face, and he slowly moves his hand up to my cheek, cupping it. His thumb grazes across my skin before he leans forward, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Tell me what you want, Cameo, please.”
I swallow the lump that is stuck in my throat, keeping me from speaking. Instead of telling him, I show him. I’ve never been really good with telling people how I feel, but I can show him just what I want.
Kissing his lips, I wait for him to open his mouth to me before I shove my tongue in. He’s always been the one to initiate things between us and this time it’s me. My hands move to his chest, and I slide them down to the bottom of his shirt. Grabbing the hem, I start to pull it up and over his head. I let the shirt fall from my fingers behind his head onto the floor before I reach for the hem of my shirt and do the same thing.
“Fuck,” he whispers. His hands sliding down my back, landing on my hips before moving back up to my shoulders.
I grind down against him, and a gasp falls from my lips. “Sager,” I whimper when he trails his lips along my chest. His mouth latches onto my nipple through the lace of my bra and my body arches into his. My head tips back, my lips part and I tangle my fingers into his hair.
His lips move to my other nipple where he does the same delicious torture.
I move my hands down to his jeans, and I undo the button, sliding the zipper down. Sitting up on my knees, I start to pull Sager’s jeans down, but they don’t move until he lifts his hips up to help me.
Once I get his jeans down far enough, I push them down to his feet, and he kicks them and his shoes off. He’s now sitting in just his boxer briefs and me in my bra and leggings.
Just as I sit back down on his lap, he stops me. His hands grab my ass, and he holds me suspended in the air as he watches me.
“You need to tell me what you want.”
I bite my bottom lip as I think of the words, but they fail me. His mouth comes to mine, and he pulls my bottom lip from my teeth, pulling it between his own. When he releases my lip, he says the same thing.
“You need to tell me what you want.”
“I want you.” My voice is barely a whisper, but I know he hears me. He releases my ass and grabs my face with both hands, pulling my face to his, and he kisses me. Sager kisses me like no one has ever done before.
I grind against him, and I can feel him hardening against me even more. Slipping my fingers into his boxer briefs, I slowly move them along his shaft. A moan falls from him as he closes his eyes and he sits back in the chair.
Sager makes me feel alive. He makes me forget how to breathe, and I never want to lose that.
Moving off of Sager’s lap, I slide my leggings and panties down my legs and off my feet. My heels come off too, and I reach behind my back to undo my bra, dropping it to the ground.
When I look back at Sager, he’s got his hand on his erection, slowly stroking himself. As he pushes his boxer briefs down his thighs, I trail my hand down my neck toward my breasts. I’ve never been one to touch myself, but just seeing him like that makes me hot. Unable to look away from him, I move toward him again and straddle his lap again.
Sager’s hands go to my hips, and he moves me to where he wants me. His hand grips his length, and he slides the head of his erection along my core. Pulling me down onto his shaft, I gasp as he fills me. My lips part and I close my eyes.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips press against my skin and he places open-mouthed kisses on every inch that he can reach. Steadying myself by putting my hands on his shoulders, I start to move up and down on his shaft.
Every time I move up, he slams his hips up to meet mine, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
“Sager,” I moan out when he slams up into me again.
Grinding down on his lap, I dig my fingers into his shoulders as he continues to suck on my skin. It doesn’t take me long before I’m coming on him and I’m digging my nails into his back so hard that I’m sure that I’m drawing blood.
When he orgasms, his fingers dig into my hips, and he holds me close to him.
“Fuck baby,” he whispers against my shoulder.
“Good?” I ask running my hand over his shoulders before moving them down his chest.
“Always fucking good.”
He leans forward and stands with me still in his arms. Sager carries me through his house, but my attention is solely on him. I don’t even notice the rooms as we move through them until we get into his bedroom. He lays me back on his bed and moves my arms above my head.
“Stay?” His voice is low, and I don’t know what to even say. Staying is more than just sleeping with him. Being in his arms all night long is a little more intimate than I am used to. Even when Alec and I share a bed, we don’t cuddle. We sleep on either side of the bed, and it’s rare that we touch once we finish the deed.
“I know it’s scaring the shit out of you that I even asked you, but I want you here in my bed for the night.”
Reaching up, I run my fingers along his cheek. “I don’t know.” I don’t want to make any promises that I might break.
“Maybe?” I nod my head in answer. “I want to have you all to myself for one night. I know you’ll go back to his house once this is over tonight, but I want you to stay. Please say you’ll stay with me.” This time it’s his turn to brush his fingers along my cheek. He waits for me to answer him and I want to give him the answer he’s asking for.
“I’m right here with you.”
“You may be here right now, but you won’t be here when I wake. You’ll walk away again, and I’ll be craving you until I get another chance to have you here with me.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “You want more.”
He nods and moves the hair out of my face. Sager tucks it behind my ear and whispers, “I want it all. I want every inch of you.”
I feel my heart start to race and when he goes to say more, I stop him by putting my finger to his lips. “Why? I am not some supermodel woman that you could have your choice of. Why do you want me?”
“I want you because you are fucking beautiful even though you don’t realize it. You make me feel, Cameo, and no one else does that for me. I want you because of you.”