Chapter Twelve
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MY BODY HAD BEEN LITERALLY SHAKING with desire. Except, when he led me back into his bedroom with his hand on my lower back, my nerves kicked in high gear. My heart started palpitating for a totally different reason, I was nervous. I was about to cross a line with him that would change the course of our strange and tumultuous relationship. Feeling his lips brush across my bare shoulder, there were no reservations. I wanted this. He wanted this. But the little voice in the back of my head was telling me that this could go horribly south. As I reached the foot of his bed I stopped, waiting for him to indicate what I should do next. I never minded being the aggressor when I got comfortable with someone in the bedroom, but that wasn’t the case here. Camden was the dominant one. I could tell that he was going to be the instructor, and I’d be his student. I quivered knowing that I was about to be schooled in a whole new art of passion.
Large hands moved from my elbows to my shoulders. Slowly I turned in his arms. Camden’s eyes were smoldering, and that look alone made me weak. His immense size blocked out the room behind him. I loved that everything about him made me feel small. He brought his mouth down to mine, pausing a breath away from my lips. Somehow I instinctively knew that he was coaxing me forward. He wanted me to close the final half inch to him, showing him that this was my decision and not something that he was seducing me into. There was no hesitation. I wanted him. I needed him now. I wanted him surrounding me. I wanted him to hold me, to rock inside of me, and bring me greater pleasure than I’d ever known before. Moving onto the tip of my toes, I pressed my lips to his. His resounding groan of approval told me that I gave him what he was asking for. His fingers dived into my hair, grasping the back of my head. It felt so possessive. I parted my lips slightly and felt him flick my lower lip with his tongue. Wrapping my arms around him, I molded myself to his body. I could feel every ridge of muscle on my bare skin. His erection was pressed up between us. When he pushed further into my mouth, I slanted my head to give him better access. Camden nipped and sucked on my lips and tongue, making me incredibly wet. When his hips nudged forward, my already shaking knees gave out. His arm came around my back in support, a smile cresting his lips
“If you’re already this responsive, Blue, it looks like I might be the one who’s in for a treat.”
“You have no idea,” I breathed against his mouth.
He pulled back slightly and showed me his brilliant grin. He was so handsomely beautiful. It was the kind of beautiful that took my breath away with just one look. The type that was so intense that I could lose myself in his brown depths for the rest of my life. They were expressive and understanding. I was drowning in everything that was Camden. He reached down and grasped the back of my legs, lifting me so that I was wrapped around him. With my legs spread open and gripping him around the waist, my folds parted, and his cock was pressed up against my center. The smile that was on him dissipated, morphing into a straight line. The contact of his silky hard skin against my * was more than I could handle and I moaned, my head falling back in pleasure. His fingers were digging into my ass, holding me tightly to him, as I rubbed on him harder.
I felt us moving. He was climbing up onto the bed with me clinging to him, and he laid me down when we reached the top of the bed. The soft plush pillows under me were a contradiction to the firmness of the man above me. Camden’s mouth came back down to mine in a bruising kiss that made my body quiver. His tongue dove in and out in a rhythm that matched how I wanted him to move inside me. When he broke away from the kiss, his lips traveled down to my jaw and to that spot behind my ear. His breath blowing against my oversensitive skin lit a brighter fire to my need, and I knew I was soaking wet.
“Camden, God…please touch me,” I rasped.
The bass of his voice was low. “Is right here not good enough?” His questioning lick to my earlobe made my nipples pebble.
“Huh-uh.”
“How about here?” He dragged his nose down to my collarbone and nipped at my flesh.
“Lower,” I whispered.
He descended down my body with his torturous lips. One finger came up and circled my nipple, then pinched lightly. His mouth went to the other, and he pulled me into his wet warmth. My body bowed, as I tried to get more. Tentatively he released me, his teeth grazing the peak. “Would you like me to stay here, or should I keep going?”
My hands moved to grab his and hold him there. I wanted his palms on my breasts. His almost black eyes flashed up to mine. Slipping his hands out of my hold easily, he brought both of my wrists together and held them in one of his large fists. Raising my arms above my head he came back up to being eye level with me.
“You want something, you ask for it,” he said, lifting one of his brows. “You have no control here Keegan. You’re mine, and in here, in my bed, I top you.” I whimpered at his threat. He brought his forehead down to mine. The hand that wasn’t holding my wrists came to trace tiny infinity circles on my stomach. It tickled, making me suck in. “Now I’ll ask again, lower?”
“Yes,” I hissed.
I kept everything bare below my waist. There was no hair to block the feeling of his fingers cresting over my sex. His middle finger slid between my folds and gave one long brush to my swollen *.
“Christ you’re wet,” he growled down at me.
The keening noise that came from my back of my throat was one I couldn’t swallow. Using the other two fingers to spread me open he used his calloused fingertip to flick up and down the sensitive nerves. His cock was pressing into my leg, and I could feel him grinding himself against me to get some relief. My head turned toward his. The motions of Camden’s very skilled hand were becoming overwhelming. It wasn’t until he slid one long digit inside of me that I lost all sense of control. I was spiraling, and there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to take what I needed from him. My impending orgasm was already so close that my hips started bucking forward. He released my hands and pushed down on my hips to hold me in place. I’d never been worked so senseless before. Orgasm for me was always a gentle build. This was slamming into me, and I was ready to fall off the cliff. Pushing another finger inside, I felt Camden bend them. He slid them in and out as each stroke was brushing up against the spot inside of me that made me see stars. My nails dug into his shoulder blades as I held onto him.
“Oh shit I’m…I need…I.” I panted the words, but nothing sounded coherent.
“You’re almost there, baby, just let go.”
His words were my undoing. A burning low in my stomach exploded into an array of feeling. I cried out as he continued thrusting into me. The tremors wracking my body were uncontrollable. My legs were scissoring, and my head thrashed on the pillow. I bit down on my lip so hard I could taste the metallic of blood. I could feel my inner walls pulsing and gripping him as each wave washed over me. Coming down from the high, little shocks still shook me, causing me to shiver. His fingers were still inside of me, and he moved them infinitesimally. I reached down and encircled his wrist to hold him still.
“St-stop,” I stuttered, my body trying regain some control.
He chuckled a please sound. “That was one of the most incredible things I’ve seen.” He gave a little wiggle.
I moaned loudly. Popping my eyes back open I glared at him. I squeezed his wrist harder to try and make a point. I attempted to pull him out of me, but I knew it would just send me back into convulsions. “Don’t move. Sweet Jesus, please don’t move. Not yet, I need a minute.”
The look of wonder in his eyes was something to behold. It wasn’t that he was seeing me for the first time, but it was more like he was seeing me in a new light. Kissing me on the tip of my nose, he moved down and licked the nipple that was closest to him. Oh shit, what was this man doing to me? My tense muscles were just loosening, and his simple movements were building me back up.
“Ready for more?” he asked, as he sucked the tight bud into his mouth.
“F*ck, don’t stop.” My back arched toward him.
He lifted himself up to come over the top of me, his fingers still in place. Camden gently slid them out, and I flinched with the small wave of pleasure it sent through me. Glancing down I watched as he stroked his cock once, twice, a third time before looking up at me through his dark lashes. I swallowed hard. He brushed the smooth head up and down over my *, coating himself in my fluid.
“You’re f*cking glistening, Keegan. I wish you could see what I see right now. Your hair all over my pillow. Your bright blue eyes looking up at me with such an innocence that makes me want to shatter the little world you’ve been living in. And f*ck…this f*cking amazing body that I can’t seem to get enough of.” He pushed the tip of himself into me and stopped. “Hold on.”
Hold on to what? When I noticed that his control was slipping, I reached up and held on to the headboard. With one sudden drive forward, he slammed into me. I screamed his name as pleasure and pain tore through me. Camden’s body came down and he held himself up, hovering with his hands braced on either side of my head. He withdrew himself slightly before he rammed forward again. The steady rhythm was something that took no time for my body to adjust to as he did this over and over. I could already feel the climax building low in my stomach. Rocking my hips I brought them up, trying to match him thrust for thrust. The sheer size of him had me feeling so full and stretched, that if he were any bigger, he wouldn’t fit. I already felt tight around him. Each rocking motion of our bodies brought him in deeper. My mind was completely lost. There was no room, no bed, and no covers, no anything. It was just Camden. I was unequivocally enraptured by him. If he stopped now, I was certain I would die. He was in my every breath, my blood pulsing through my veins, the sweat dripping off my skin. I was consumed.
My whole being was reeling, ready to float away from another impending orgasm, when he sat back on his knees and lifted my hips in the air. My lower back was off the bed while the top half of me still rested where it was. Camden had a sheen of sweat across his brow that glinted off the moonlight coming through the window. I watched as a drip of perspiration traveled down his magnificent chest to his navel. If I wasn’t stuck like this, I’d lean forward and lick it off his incredible abs. His rough fingers dug into my hips. Somehow, with this new angle, he was able to get deeper than before. His relentless movements brought me right back to the brink of explosion. His crown was rubbing so aggressively against my g-spot that dark specks were forming in my eyes. My ears were ringing, and I felt like he was f*cking me senseless.
He groaned deep in his chest. “Your p-ssy is so tight. F*cking made for me. You’re mine. Tell me you’re mine.”
He wants to talk? Like right now? I couldn’t even form a full thought, let alone have enough air to breathe out a sentence. My fingernails clung to the sheets and the swinging of my breasts with his thrusting was almost my undoing. I was about to fall over the edge when he stopped. I was panting hard. If he hadn’t been holding me down, I was certain I’d take a swing at him for pulling back.
Gritting his teeth he said, “You know what I want to hear, Keegan.”
I twisted my head back refusing to look in his intense eyes. Maybe if I just reached down and used my own fingers with him still inside me I could give myself a decent orgasm. I was right there anyway, wouldn’t take much work. I started to do just that when he snagged my hand and paused my movement.
“No f*ckin’ way Blue. You get your pleasure only from me. Now say it.” I couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up my throat. The action caused my p-ssy to clench around him because he let go of my hip, my butt resting on his legs, and he fell forward with a groan. He said a string of curse words, and I smiled.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” I cupped my ear.
His head snapped up and the vicious look he gave me made me shut my mouth. Oh, he was on the verge of coming just like I was, but he was torturing both of us. Bastard.
“I’m not f*ckin’ around Keegan.”
He reared back till he almost fell out of me, and I swore I’d cry if he left me like this. Being that I was so close to what would likely be the most mind blowing orgasm of my life, I figured I’d pick this fight another time.
I brought my free hand up to his cheek and brush my fingers across his warm skin. “I’m yours Camden. Just yours.”
His eyes never strayed from mine. He rocked forward and seated himself back inside me. I sighed with relief. I continued to watch him as he slid in and out in a punishing pattern. We were both so worked up before his movement had subsided that it didn’t take long for me to get back to the moment of ecstasy. A few more pushes. When my vision clouded over and my body arched, my orgasm hit me with brutal force. My legs locked up and I shook, screaming out Camden’s name. I felt him stuttering above me, and he shouted out in satisfaction shortly after I did. He came down on top of me, his heat almost too much. He filled me to the point of overflowing, and I could feel his wetness dripping down the crack of my ass. Aftershocks wracked us both, as we came back from the euphoria.
Camden was still inside me when he lifted his head from being buried in my hair. He looked completely sated and sleepy. It was yet another new face that I’d never seen from him. It warmed me to know that I put him in the exhausted state. He gave me a lopsided grin that made him appear boyish and young. He brushed a few strands of hair that were sticking to my forehead away and tucked it behind my ear.
“How are you doing?” he asked, his voice tired and raspy.
“Fine,” I answered, unsure of what else to say.
As the high of what we’d just done started to fade, worry worked itself in. Were things going to be awkward between us? Did he regret it? What did he think of it, of me? I wasn’t fooling myself into believing that I was good in bed, but Camden was experienced. Ranking low on the totem pole would have been a blow to my ego. At best I hoped I fit somewhere in the middle.
Tilting his head to the side he looked at me curiously. “It’s like all of your emotions are written on your face right now. Breathe Keegan, whatever questions and worries you have, let them go. Feel the moment and just be in the now.”
“Since when did you become a mind reader and so philosophical?”
He smiled at me. “I’m not a mind reader, just a Keegan reader. I’ve watched you enough to know when you can’t let yourself relax. Like this.” He tugged on my lip, releasing it from my teeth. “Or this.” He used his thumb to smooth out the crease that was likely between my brows. “And there’s always your eyes.”
“What about my eyes?” I asked.
“I’m right here. You look over my shoulder, never at me when you’re nervous and lost in your head. I like eye contact, I know you’re with me when I can see those baby blues looking at mine.”
His words were sweet and laced with so much sentiment. I didn’t know he paid enough attention to me to pick up on certain habits. I felt a blush creep up to my cheeks, and I stared into the warm chocolate color that was reflecting just how I was feeling.
“I’m going to get something to clean up with. I’ll be right back.”
Despite the sex we’d just had, he still had a semi-hard erection that slid out of me when he lifted himself up. Cool air hit my bare skin on my chest, and my body shivered. Camden stood up and pulled the covers over the top of me in a very tender and sweet gesture. When he turned, I got a full view of the ass that I’ve been admiring through clothing for the past several months. It certainly didn’t disappoint. I made note to get a good feel of it the next time we were together.
Whoa wait…next time we’re together? Would we do this again?
I guessed I never made it that far in my thoughts as to whether this was a one-time deal just to get it out of our systems, or if he actually wanted me. I was clear on one thing, and that was the way that I felt about it. Every preconceived notion I’d had of Camden prior to tonight went straight out the window. I liked him. Like like liked him. I shouldn’t because of how he’d treated me in the past, but none of that really mattered.
My thoughts were cut short when Camden came back in the room with a washcloth in one hand and a folded t-shirt in the other. He approached the bed, and I noticed he put on a pair of black briefs that were snug. I lifted the blanket. He handed me the cloth, and I tried to discreetly clean myself. He either noticed my discomfort, or was being respectful because he sat on the edge of the bed, keeping his back to me. When I finished I tossed the cloth over his shoulder. He chuckled. Climbing back in beside me, he pulled me in close to him so that my back was to his front. I sank into him, loving the way that his biceps pillowed my head and supported me. He was completely curled around me, making me feel safe.
“Are you sore?” he rumbled in my ear.
I wiggled a bit just to check. Unfortunately it also caused my ass to grind back into him, so he poked me in my side with his fingers. I laughed and squirmed some more. “Maybe a little, but it’s a good sore.”
Camden grunted, and I felt him rearranging himself. “Good. Now let’s get some sleep. It’s been a really long night. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”
I sighed deeply, feeling my muscles loosen and becoming limp. “Mmm… sounds good,” I said, closing my eyes.
“Moan like that again, and neither of us will be sleeping,” he threatened.
I shut my mouth and smirked. “Good to know Camden, good to know.”
He barked a laugh and squeezed me tight. That was the end of the talking before we both passed out from exhaustion.