She moans around my dick, her eyes focused on my face. It’s clear that she knows how close I am. She’s looking particularly pleased with herself. My hips are bucking off the sofa, pushing up into her mouth. The closer I get to releasing my load, I wonder if she’ll pull back again. Gracie really does love to tease me.
And in fairness, I love to be teased. By Grace at least.
The orgasm shatters through my body as she continues to deepthroat my dick. I come down her throat as I feel an almost electric heat spread throughout my entire body. I almost forget my own name as I groan out the only word that matters to me—the one that my entire universe revolves around—her name, “Grace.”
What More Could I Want?
GRACE’S POV:
I love the way Cameron says my name. Especially when my lips are wrapped around his dick and he’s coming down my throat. I love knowing that I’m the one that can make him feel that good. He’s huffing away, trying to catch his breath, flat out on his back as I straddle him.
I wonder if we have enough time before Theo gets back to fuck here on the couch. Probably… Maybe… But I’m not sure it’s worth the risk of having Theo Pollard getting a visual of my arse.
“Let’s go to bed,” I whisper huskily.
The look in his eyes promises me that he has all sorts of wicked plans in mind for what he will do to me when he gets me into his bed. And the taut muscles of his abdomen and shoulders promise that, as always, Cameron Barker will make my night one to remember.
My mind returns to the telephone call I received earlier. My mum has been bugging me for months that Cam and I should get married or at least, engaged. I’ve tried to tell her that I don’t think Cameron and I are there yet. I’m not completely sure we ever will be.
It’s not that I don’t want it. I really do.
But dating me was a big deal for Cameron. Loving me was a challenge, one that involved facing fears I think he’d rather have not had to face. A year on, we’re happy and I don’t want to ask for more, not when I have everything. I have him.
Hundreds of girls have wanted more from Cameron but I’m the only one he’s given it to. So, it feels ungrateful to even think that I might still want something else, something more. My best friends Caitlyn and Ayesha don’t understand. They’re both still single and partying almost every night. They think I should just be happy that I’m fucking Doctor Cameron Barker.
They always manage to make my relationship with Cam seem a lot less meaningful. They don’t get it. To them, having a boyfriend is all about scratching an itch, a means to an end. I guess, it’s probably that way for most people our age. I’m only twenty-four. It’s not like there’s really any urgency to get married, buy a house and have kids, even if my mum doesn’t agree.
Pulling me out of my thoughts, Cameron picks me up so he can carry me down the hall to our bedroom. He drops me on the bed and I reach for the bedside table. We need a condom if he’s going to fuck me.
“Not yet,” he grits out as he undresses.
I glare at him as I try to understand what he means. I consider demanding that he fuck me but I’m not sure he’d actually obey my commands. In fact, I know he won’t. Just like I would have ignored his begging as I gave him head, he’ll ignore mine now. It’s a fact that we both know well and so neither of us bothers to beg the other for release.
It’s a matter of trust. I know that he’ll make me come. I just don’t know when.
His hands go to my hips underneath my dress, slowly lowering my knickers down my legs. I feel anticipation bubbling up in my belly. I know what he plans to do and I can’t wait. I didn’t suck his cock so he’d return the favour, but I have to admit, I’m all for it if he wants to keep things reciprocal. I’ll never say no to an orgasm if Cameron Barker is the one giving it to me.
I don’t lie still as he settles himself between my thighs, choosing to lift my dress over my head. I want to be naked without material or anything else between us.
I feel myself tense as his hand moves along the crease where my thigh meets my pussy. I can’t wait for him to touch me there but he isn’t in a rush, choosing to draw circles on my skin instead. His touch is sensual and almost tickles. My stomach flutters as his hand moves closer to my pussy.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say this is payback for making him wait.
He lifts my arse off the bed, clutching tightly at it as he buries his face between my thighs. His breath is hot and heavy as he laps at my clit. I lift my feet off the bed, wrapping my legs around his neck.
With one languid lick down my slit, he circles the entrance to my pussy, teasing me before thrusting his tongue in. His tongue is amazing. The first time I slept with Cameron, I knew he was no amateur. He could make any girl come easily with that tongue, but what he does to me is something else altogether.
He knows my body, understands what it needs better than even I do. And he’s not afraid to give it to me.
“I’m so close,” I whisper as I hump his face. “Cameron!” I practically scream out his name as I grow desperate. Cameron’s eyes meet mine, and even if I can’t see his mouth, I know that he’s smirking.
My body feels so sensitive, my nipples tightening against my bra, the only clothes I’m still wearing. My mind empties and all I can think about is the feel of his tongue as he licks me out. With every thrust I grow closer and closer to orgasm. And then it’s like exhaling a breath after holding it for far too long. The relief I feel is overwhelming as all the tension and the muscles, that have been clenching and tightening since Cam buried his head down there, finally relax and I feel like a molten puddle of goo.
I don’t have to look at Cameron to know that he’s probably hard again. We’re nowhere near done yet. He crawls up my body as I catch my breath, my eyes closed.
He kisses me and I taste myself on his lips. I bite his lip slightly before sucking on it. I hear him fumbling with something on the bedside table—probably a condom—but I ignore that, focusing solely on the kiss.
Maybe Caitlyn and Ayesha are right. When the sex is this good, what more could I possibly want?
I Want Everything
CAMERON’S POV:
Landon lets Grace and me into his and Aurora’s apartment. I still can’t believe they’re planning on moving. This apartment is insane. It makes sense seeing as how Landon is a billionaire, but I can’t imagine ever giving up a place like this.
When they found out that Aurora is pregnant, they decided that this apartment no longer worked for them. I guess that sort of makes sense. Kids should have a proper garden instead of a penthouse terrace.
They’re looking for a house nearer to where Aurora’s sister, Clara, and her husband, Andrew, live with their little girl, Jasmine.
“Everyone is already here,” Landon says as he accepts the bottle of wine that Grace offers him.
He leads us into the kitchen where most of my friends are standing around talking. Theo is here with some brunette girl that I don’t know, and if she’s his date for the night, she’s not someone I need to know, because she won’t be around in a few days. Tallulah, a blond crazy woman, bundles up to me, wrapping me in a warm hug.
“I’m so glad you’re here!” she says excitedly, before welcoming Grace as well. “Jarrod is being mean.”
That’s not likely. Jarrod Thorpe has never been mean to Tallulah. He’s head over heels in love with his wife. He follows her over, rolling his eyes at her.
“What’s he done?” I ask, humouring her. Tallulah and Aurora are the closest thing I have to sisters. “Do I need to beat him?”
“Not his face,” Tallulah replies with a smirk. “I’m partial to his face.”
“Just my face?” Jarrod looks horrified.
“Well, alright. Maybe you shouldn’t beat him, Cam.” She winks at her husband before linking arms with Grace, saying, “Let’s go get you a drink.”
“Cameron?” Grace begins.
“Don’t worry about him. He can sort himself out.” Tallu
lah pokes her tongue out at me before leaving me alone with her husband.
“So, what did you do?”
“She’s been decorating our place,” he says. “I just told her I didn’t like the colour she wants for the living room.”
“Ah… That would do it.” Tallulah is an artist and no doubt, like all artists, trusts her creative judgement above all else, even her husband’s tastes.
It seems strange how much my friendship group has changed a lot over the last few years. I can remember when we were all single. Then all of a sudden, everything changed and our little trio—myself, Aurora and Tallulah—grew to include Landon and Jarrod and all their friends. Not to mention, Aurora’s new half-sister, Clara.
Aurora and her sister are sitting together, flipping through pictures on their phones, probably looking at things that they’re planning on buying for their babies. They’re both pregnant and will talk about nothing else.
They’re both stunning, their dark auburn hair tumbling down around their faces. They both seem to glow in that way that pregnant women always do and it makes me wonder what Grace would look like pregnant with my baby.
When we first got back together last year, I wasn’t ready to think about starting a family. I wasn’t sure that I ever would be but now…
Now, I want it. I want everything.
As long as I can have it with Grace.
She’s never brought up marriage or children though and there’s an unsettled feeling in my stomach that maybe I’m jumping the gun. I don’t want to rush her or scare her off. The irony of this whole thing isn’t lost on me. I was always the one that didn’t want more, but with Grace everything is different. I’m different.
“Got plans for the weekend?” Jarrod asks.
“Er…” I’m not sure that I’m ready to tell anyone about my plans for the weekend. “Yeah, I do. I’m planning on asking Grace to marry me.”
“Wow! Man, that’s awesome!” Jarrod gives me a thump on the shoulder. “How are you going to do it?”
“I’m going to give her some string,” I say seriously.
“String?” he asks, confused.
He doesn’t understand what it means. Last year, she told me she wanted strings. She wanted all the little things that tie you to a person. She wanted more than just sex. And I like to think I gave her what she asked for. I gave her my heart. I took her out on dates, bought her flowers and chocolate. I made her soup when she was sick. I even told her about my childhood.
Over the last year, I’ve done everything I could think of to give her the strings she wanted.
But it’s not enough. Not for me at least.
I want what my friends have. Before Grace, I would never have imagined getting married or having children. In fact, the idea would have scared the shit out of me. Not anymore though.
Not wanting to have to explain, I ignore Jarrod’s question, choosing to direct his attention elsewhere instead. I ask him about his work and immediately the conversation moves on. It isn’t long though before Aurora and Landon are telling us that it’s time to eat.
Grace takes my hand and we wander through to the living room where the large dining table is. Coming to sit down, Grace grins up at me. The room is loud as everyone talks amongst themselves. Theo sits opposite us with his date, nodding his head at me in greeting.
“Alright?” he asks.
“Can’t complain. You?” I glance at the girl next to him. I wonder if she’s the woman he’s spent the last few nights with. Because he’s definitely not been home.
“Yeah, good.”
Grace’s hand is on my knee, although it’s gradually working its way up my thigh. I act indifferent, as I continue my conversation with Theo, leaning forward so that I can ensure that Grace’s hand isn’t visible to the person on my other side.
She runs a finger along the length of my dick through my trousers and I struggle not to react as my dick jerks to attention.
“How’s the book coming, Theo?” I ask, my voice slightly higher than it should be.
“Had a bit of writer’s block, so I decided to sack it off.”
“Sucks.”
“Not really,” Theo laughs. “Just needed a good screw. I’ll get right back on it tomorrow.”
Grace is rubbing my dick with the heel of her hand. She leans closer, whispering in my ear that she wants to go home. She’s not the only one. But we haven’t even touched the melon and parma ham that Aurora has just put in front of us.
It would definitely be rude to leave before we even start our appetisers.
With a smirk, I drop a kiss to her lips before reaching across the table for a bottle of wine, pouring us both a drink. If we’re going to be here for a few hours or more, I might as well get drunk. Maybe the alcohol can quench the need that’s driving through my body.
It’s not likely but a guy can wish.
If Grace keeps this up, I’m going to be coming at the table. I lower my hand to hers, pulling it away from my dick. Lifting it to my lips, I kiss it briefly before entwining our fingers and returning them to my knee.
She tries to extract her hand from mine, but I refuse to let it go.
“I can’t eat,” she says.
“Your fingers can’t be trusted to behave,” I whisper back.
Poker Face
GRACE’S POV:
I don’t know what’s gotten into me. We’re surrounded by our friends but I can’t keep my hands off him. I had hoped that when dinner was finished, he’d drag me out of here, taking me home so we can fuck again.
But nope…
Instead, we somehow got roped into a poker game. I don’t really mind playing, except Aurora and the others are perhaps some of the most competitive people I’ve ever met. Cameron isn’t much better. He’s playing to win when all I want to do is go home and go to bed.
Placing my bet, I intentionally bet higher than my cards warrant and not because I’m bluffing. Nope, I merely want out of the game. The sooner I lose and the more I distract Cameron, the quicker we’ll be able to leave.
Somehow, even though I’m not trying, I manage to win the hand or maybe it’s because I’m not trying. I’m not trying to keep a poker face and it’s hard to hide my disinterest. I’m confusing them. The irony—the one time I don’t want to win, might just be the only chance I’ll ever get to beat my friends.
I notice Cameron watching me, as I down the rest of my wine.
“You alright?” he asks as he pours me some more.
“Yeah.” There’s no point in telling him that I want to go home. I wonder if I can just go all in…
Instead, I merely take another sip of wine, and whisper into Cameron’s ear, telling him some of the things I want to do tonight when we go home. His eyes widen, and for a second, I think he might topple the table in a rush to stand so he can drag me out of here.
But he doesn’t…
Damn it!
Gradually even the most proficient poker players at the table begin to play sloppily. We’ve been playing for hours, getting more and more drunk as we do. Aurora and Clara are taking everyone else for everything they’ve got, since they’re the only ones still sober, both being pregnant.
I can’t really say I care as I give up the last of my chips. Finally, I’m out.
Cameron, on the other hand, is not impressed. He’s so cute when he’s drunk, not that he’d appreciate being called cute. The scowl on his face is downright adorable though.
“You…” he begins, although he’s clearly not thought through what he wants to say because he suddenly stops.
Since I’m out, I decide to go join the other losers that are sitting together in front of the fireplace. Coming to sit next to Tallulah on the sofa, I’m bombarded with questions about the progress of the game.
“Don’t suppose you can hazard a guess how long they’ll be playing for?” Andrew, Clara’s husband, asks.
“Yeah, no clue.”
There’s still five people at the table and not one of them is anyw
here close to running out of chips.
“Crap,” Andrew grumbles. “We need to get back to let the babysitter go.”
“If you need to go,” Tallulah says sweetly, “Jarrod and I can give Clara a lift home when she’s finished.”
Glancing at his watch, he considers Tallulah’s offer. “Let me see what she says.”
Getting to his feet, he leaves me and Tallulah alone.
“So, how’s things with you and Cam?” Tallulah asks.
“Good,” I say automatically, glancing back towards Cameron. “We’re great.”
The words don’t sit well with me even though I’m telling her the truth. Things are perfect. Except, Cameron has been keeping secrets from me. I’m almost 100% certain about it. When we first got together, there was a lot he didn’t tell me, things he was too scared to share with me.
But not now. Now we know everything about each other, so the idea of him keeping secrets hurts.
“I’m sure it’s nothing.”
The look on her face gives nothing away. As much as I like Tallulah and Aurora, they’re closer to Cameron than they are me. And no doubt, they wouldn’t tell me if he’d told them something about our relationship.
I feel Cameron’s gaze before I even look back towards the table. He’s watching me as he gets to his feet and strides the short distance between us.
“Let’s go home.”
He takes my hand, helping me get up from the couch.
“The game?” I ask.
“Clara has to go home,” Cameron says with a grin, “and I think we were all a bit fed up of losing.”
“Losing?” Last I checked, they were all holding their own against Aurora and Clara.
“Yeah, the girls have a clear advantage,” he grumbles.
“They’re sober?” Tallulah laughs.
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