Chapter Fourteen

Scarlett

I felt a cool breeze over my torso and opened my eyes. He was pulling my shirt over my head. Once it was removed, his mouth dropped to my breasts. I could feel his hard length beneath me and moaned with anticipation of what was to come.

“We need to go to my room,” he whispered.

“Okay.”

I moved off his lap, picked up my shirt, and let him lead the way. Once inside his room, we both frantically took our clothes off. I wanted him inside me. The ache and longing were making me jittery. Both of us stood naked facing each other. My eyes roamed over his tall figure, stopping at the tattoos on his chest before following the happy trail of black hair that led down his rock-solid abdomen.

I had to touch and taste him. I stepped toward him, my eyes moving up to his. I saw passion smoldering in those dark blue eyes staring back at me. I dropped to my knees before him and ran my splayed hands over his thighs that resembled tree trunks. The man was hard all over. There was no ignoring the penis protruding from between his legs.

I gently stroked it with one hand, relishing the silky-smooth feel of the appendage. The contradicting soft and hard in my hand was overwhelming. I looked up to see him staring down at me with a penetrating gaze. Holding his gaze, I stuck my tongue out and barely touched the head of his cock.

A flood of power washed over me as he clenched his teeth while his whole body stiffened. Using my hand to hold him steady, I closed my mouth over the head of his cock and rolled my tongue around. His eyes squeezed close, and I felt victorious. I wanted him to feel as good as he had made me feel the other night. I wanted him to see stars exploding behind his eyes as his entire body jerked and convulsed with exquisite pleasure.

I dropped my gaze back to the man’s beautiful, engorged cock my mouth was lavishing and let myself get lost in the moment. My tongue ran up and down the length before closing over the top and sliding down the rigid length of him. I wanted him to come in my mouth. My hands reached around his body to run over his solid ass, holding him steady while I bobbed up and down on his dick.

His breaths dragged in and out from above me. He was close. I was going to give him that starry sky I was so desperate for him to see.

“Stop!” he grunted loudly.

My mouth froze halfway down his cock.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

I didn’t debate what to do for long. I stood before him, using the back of my hand to wipe my mouth. He was staring at me with that piercing gaze that made me feel as if he could see my every thought.

“Cam?” I said in a hoarse voice.

In a flash, he was on me, his large body hoisting me up. My legs wrapped around his waist, holding on for dear life. He slathered my neck with wet kisses before finding my lips and plunging his tongue deep inside. I swallowed the groan that escaped his throat, driving my own need higher.

He moved with me clinging to his body. Every step rubbed his body against my pussy. I arched my back and rubbed hard against his pelvis, needing the pressure. With an overwhelming, powerful need for penetration, I reached between us. He stopped moving and gave me enough space to slide my hand between our bodies. I guided his cock to where I needed it most, arching my back just enough before slowly sliding down over his hard length.

I realized I was holding my breath and let it out on a long sigh as I continued my own impalement. I wiggled my hips and fully seated myself against him. Neither of us moved, both of us relishing in the feel of being completely connected.

His harsh voice cut through the silence of the room. “If I were your real fiancé, I would fuck you hard every night. Hell, three times a day.”

I kissed him, gently at first and then with more intensity. Each thrust of his tongue inside my mouth was like an electric shock to the place where he was deep inside my body.

“I’d let you. I’d be naked and waiting,” I panted.

My body was in an upward spiral, making it difficult for me to think or talk.

“Are you going to come?” he asked in a husky voice, sliding his hands under my ass and lifting me a few inches before pulling me down in a forceful thrust.

I moaned.

He lifted me again and dragged me down onto his waiting cock. His hands began massaging my ass, squeezing and spreading before yanking me impossibly closer to his body. I felt as if our bodies were one with every inch of mine touching his hot skin.

“Come for me,” he said on a whispered plea.

I was helpless to deny him and felt my juices rushing to my core, my back arching as my pussy contracted around his shaft.

“There you go,” he murmured, running his fingers up and down my spine. “Clamp down on my dick.”

My body was still convulsing when he laid me on his bed with sweet tenderness. His hand ran down between my breasts and over my stomach before moving back to squeeze my breast, tenderly at first and then far more vigorously. He dropped his mouth to my nipple and suckled on one, then the other before he used his teeth to pull while squeezing my breasts.

The sensation of pain mixed with pleasure was driving me to new heights. With his mouth still clamped over one breast, he ran his hands between my thighs, using mild force to spread me wide open. His fingers trailed over my pussy lips before he probed inside me with one finger. My body responded to his touch, another orgasm building up.

“My fiancée would be wet and waiting,” he whispered, “just like this. Your pussy is so wet. That’s what I want to feel whenever I get between your legs. My fiancée is going to be quivering with need every time she looks at me.”

I groaned and nodded. “I am. I will. I mean—” I stopped talking when his finger pushed higher inside me.

He added a finger and worked them inside me, tickling and rubbing and making me feel feverish as I squirmed on the bed beneath him.

“Cam?” I asked, staring at his face, waiting for him to look at me. His gaze was focused between my legs where his fingers were creating a firestorm.

His eyes met mine, his fingers still massaging and probing intimately inside my body. Watching him watch me took the act to a new level of eroticism that made me feel completely connected with the man tenderly massaging the inside of my body.

“Let go,” he murmured, his blue eyes drawing me in to some place far away from reality. It was his eyes and the way he was looking at me that pushed me over the edge.

I tumbled into the sweet abyss, my eyes dropping closed as he expertly strummed my body, knowing just when to apply pressure and when to speed up his touches. I felt completely possessed, my body arched and bucking against his hand. A fine sheen of sweat broke out over my body.

“There you go,” he whispered in my ear, his lips moving over the lobe and to the sensitive flesh below. “That’s what I wanted.”

I nodded, still not able to form words. He climbed onto the bed and lay beside me before reaching out with his strong arms and lifting me over him. I straddled his body and was instantly revived. I wanted to ride the man below me and take him to that dark abyss I had just left.

My hands rubbed over his chest before moving over his shoulders and down his bulging biceps. I had seen his kind of body in the movies, but I had never enjoyed the pleasure of feeling it with my own hands. It was a heady feeling to be dominated by such a powerful yet gentle man.

“Ride me,” he grunted.

I smiled and adjusted my body over his to take his length inside me. I slid down his shaft, savoring the feel of every hard inch pushing inside my body. I watched his eyes close and his body stiffen as I filled myself to the hilt with his penis.

All my senses were heightened as I stared down at the man caught up in sweet ecstasy. I could smell my own musky scent in the air mingled with his. His skin was overheated, as was mine, making it feel like I was riding a bolt of lightning, hot and electric. I slowly moved, my head dropping back and my hair brushing over my back as I concentrated on the muscles inside my sheath. I squeezed as I pulled back before slowly sliding over his dick once again.

“You’re going to kill me. Ride me faster,” he said through gritted teeth.

I smiled, loving the feel of the power vibrating between my legs. I dropped my hands to his chest for support and rocked hard and fast as if he were the liveliest bronco in the rodeo. He pumped his body beneath me in time with my own thrusts that took him higher and deeper inside me.

“Fuck me,” he groaned.

I kept rocking and grinding my pelvis against him, feeling an orgasm brewing deep within. I was focused on getting there, on making sure he was coming along for the ride.

“Harder,” I heard him say from some faraway place.

I was lost and out of control as I plunged forward and back at a tempo that rocked the bed. His hands slapped against my hips, and his fingers dug into my flesh just as I was tumbling over that peak. He held my body firmly in place as he bounced his dick higher inside me. I heard him grunting and knew he was spilling inside me.

Once the climax released me from its tight grip, I fell against his chest. My body heaved with ragged breaths as I tried to slow my heartbeat. Cameron wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight against his chest.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he whispered over and over as my body settled back down to earth from the stratosphere he had shot me into.

I managed to roll off him, giving him the freedom to stand up. He helped me to a standing position. I took it as my cue to leave.

“Stay,” he whispered, pulling back the sheets and gently pushing me back into the bed.

I looked at him, hesitant but unable to deny the man who had taken me to places I had never been.

“Okay. I’ll get up early and sneak out,” I promised him.

He smiled. “Okay. Now, come on. It’s late and we need to get some sleep.”

He crawled in behind me, pulling my naked body against his. I let myself get lost in the warmth of his body curled behind mine. His heavy, solid arm was thrown over my waist, acting as an anchor. I smiled as I felt myself drifting off to sleep, reminding myself to wake early. I couldn’t let Ella catch me in her father’s bed.