As I crested toward my climax, my entire body shuddering with the pulls of his mouth against my clit, he thrust his two fingers back home. I cried out as everything contracted.
“Oh God,” I yelled.
He pulled back from my clit, still working his fingers in and out of me as I came long and hard. “My name. Only my name.”
“Camden,” I gasped. “Fuck.”
He pressed one more kiss to my throbbing clit and withdrew his fingers. “That’s right.” He affectionately ran his hands over my bottom again. Then he helped me stand. My knees threatened to buckle, but he kept me up. “Say it again.”
I met his gaze, naked in his arms. “Camden.”
His smile was deadly. “Good. Now, look what you’ve done.”
He gestured to his cock straining hard against his tuxedo pants. I salivated to see how I’d turned him on. He’d made me come, but I’d made him so hard that he was threatening to bust a seam.
“Take care of it.”
5
CAMDEN
Katherine coming all over my hand and mouth had been like a perfectly timed crescendo in an orchestral concert. Every moan from her mouth, every gasp of my name, every shudder through her cunt had been the satisfying conclusion to a beautiful performance.
Her eyes widened at my crude words. For a moment, I saw the hardened veneer peek back out. I saw the moment when she wanted to fight me. I’d told her to take care of it. As if it were her problem and she’d better fucking find a solution.
I doubted very much that this beauty had sucked on much cock. It seemed beneath her in some way. As if she had elevated herself so far on a goddamn pedestal that she could take everything she wanted but give nothing in return. Well, it certainly wasn’t going to be like that tonight. And she wanted me to fuck her. I wanted … no, needed to fuck her. But she was mine now, and I wanted to get this right.
“Well?” I said, command in my voice.
She clenched her jaw, and then the petty mask evaporated. She swallowed, and then determination came into those eyes. The same stubbornness that she used every day as a weapon was now being wielded against me.
Her body straightened as the effects of her orgasm began to wear off, and she reached for my tux. She ripped at the buttons on my jacket and yanked it open. Then she jerked it over my shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She went for the waistband of my pants as I removed my cuff links and slowly rolled my sleeves up to the elbows. She tugged the zipper to the base with such force that I thought she was going to rip it.
“Careful now,” I teased. “That’s a four-thousand-dollar suit.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “As if you can’t afford another one.”
“I don’t like when other people break my things.”
“No,” she said confidently. “Only you get to break what’s yours.”
My blood heated at those words. I grasped her jaw in my hand and drew her close, her fingers still on my zipper. “That’s right. And you’re mine now.”
“Are you intending to break me?” Her eyes were ice.
“Count on it.”
I released her, but she didn’t move for another minute. Just met my stare with her own fire. And then she thrust her hand into my boxer briefs and wrapped it around my cock.
It was ecstasy, having her grip me so tight and drag her palm up and down. But it was the anger in her eyes. The light that said she thought she was in control. It was almost adorable. She might have my cock in her hand, but she didn’t have control of the situation. The only reason she was doing this was to prove a point. She had no idea that it was my point that she was proving.
She pushed my boxers and trousers off of my waist. I kicked out of my shoes and let my pants drop, discarding them alongside the shoes. One hand still jerking off my cock, she nimbly released each of the buttons on my shirt until it fell open to reveal the rest of my body. She stilled for a moment, her eyes on my abs. Then, she pulled her free hand up to my skin and dragged her nails down the front of my body.
“Oh,” she whispered.
It was possessive. All the early mornings at the gym sure paid off in that one look. That one word.
My hand covered her wrist, and I drew her toward the empty chair. I sank into it, drawing her down with me. Her hand was still on my cock as she scooted off of the chair and to her knees between my legs.
“This is what you want?” she asked petulantly.
“No, it’s what you want.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Mighty confident about that.”
“That’s me.” I leaned back in the chair, resting my hands behind my head. “Are you going to stare at it or suck it?”
Her hand tightened briefly around my dick, but I liked it rough. It didn’t bother me one bit. She could be a little more heavy-handed for all I cared. Then, the most glorious thing happened—she leaned forward and took the thick length of me into her mouth.
I released a breath at the wet heat of her. I couldn’t help but imagine sinking into her pussy. This wasn’t as good, but it was pretty damn good. And even better than I’d imagined, as I’d been concerned that it would take an act of God to get her to suck me off.
And now that she was: dear fucking God, thank you.
Saliva dripped from her mouth as she laved her tongue against me. When I was good and wet, she bobbed for apples on my cock.
“Don’t neglect the balls, love,” I said in a tightly controlled voice. If I released everything now, there would be no way to come back.
She wrapped her hand around my balls. I grunted as she fiddled with them. Fuck, it felt so fucking good.
My hands went into her hair. There were approximately seven hundred pins keeping her long tresses back in an intricate braid. It was meant to last all day, and it had done its job. But I liked every inch of that thick mane. I wanted it loose and perfectly pullable.
So, as she went to town on my dick, I extracted pin after pin in her hair, tossing them to the ground at our feet.
She pulled back long enough to look at me in surprise as a loose strand fell forward into her face. “What are you doing?”
“Did I tell you to stop?” I growled.
“My hair will get in my face.”
I cocked a brow up. “I assure you, it will not.”
Then I guided her head back where I wanted her. She hummed—whether in approval or disapproval, I didn’t know—and it felt so good that it took everything in me not to thrust up into her mouth. I wanted to fuck her pretty little mouth so bad, but I wanted her to last the night too. I wanted her to leave her trust in me for a little bit longer.
When the last pin pinged to the ground at our feet, all of her hair cascaded forward, concealing her face. I gathered it all up in my hands and held it like a rope. She spent hours and hours on her hair every week. Every delicate strand handled with such care. And now, I had it in my hand in one big clump, using it to tug her further and further onto my cock.
I was big. Maybe too big for her right now. But I thought she could take me.
She gagged as I drew her closer to my body. Her eyes glistened as she looked up at me for a split second.
“That’s it. Take me all the way. I’ll come instantly.”