by Lesley Jones
“Do it then,” I grind into him as I speak. “Lick me Cam, lick me, suck me and then fuck me, I want you.”
He throws me down on to the bed on my back and kneels between my legs and pulls off my knickers. He bends my legs at my knees and positions my feet so that I am spread wide for him; he lifts my left leg and drags his tongue along the inside of my foot, then kisses up the inside of my calf, then drags his teeth all the way up to the top of my thigh. “I can smell you Kitten, I can smell how much you want me. I’m going to taste you now.”
He drags his index finger through me and then sucks on it, he repeats the action but this time he puts his finger into my mouth. “See how good you taste.” I nod.
“Don’t move,” he orders. Like I would want to be anywhere other than here right now.
He stands next to the bed and pulls down his boxers. Fucking hell, I’ve never, in all my days seen a dick so big, I suppose it stands to reason, seeing as the rest of him is so big. He takes his cock in his hand and kneels on the bed in front of me, between my still spread legs. “Touch yourself; rub right in the spot that turns you on the most.”
I do exactly as he says and use my middle finger to rub my clit, I can’t take my eyes from what he is doing to himself, as he strokes, I notice the head of his cock become shinier and wetter and I want to taste him, I haven’t done that for any man other than Sean, fuck, get out of my head, the last thing I want to do is start thinking about him. Yeah, fuck you Sean, I can do this, I can move on. I sit up and lean forward and take him in my mouth, he sits back on his heels “Oh fuck Georgia that feels nice. Oh fuck that’s good.”
Both of his hands are in my hair but he lets me go at my own pace; I only take the tip of him in as I know I will gag if I take any more, he releases my hair when I’ve had enough, then pulls me to him and pushes his tongue into my mouth, he pulls away and looks at me with a little smirk on his lips. “That’s my new favourite taste in the world.”
He doesn’t wait for me to ask what, he plunges his tongue back into my mouth. “My spunk, in your mouth, nothing will ever taste that good to me again.”
He winks as he pushes me back on the bed and buries his face between my legs. He pushes his tongue inside me and I moan, but that’s nothing compared to the noise I make when he flicks his tongue over my clit and pushes two fingers inside me, I buck into his mouth. “Fuck, Cam!”
He looks up at me from between my legs, his stubble is wet and glistening with me and I don’t feel the least bit embarrassed about it. “I want you to come in my mouth Kitten, I want to feel you tighten around my fingers and I want to feel your clit throb while you come all over my face.” Fuck me!
“Are you ready for this Kitten? Coz I’m about to spin your world off its axis.”
He pushes a third finger inside me and curls them all, he flicks his tongue over and then flat down onto my clit and I explode, I writhe and buck and lift my hips off the bed, I want to close my legs but he won’t let me and it just seems to go on and on and on. I have never had an orgasm like it; I actually didn’t even know they existed. Before I have chance to recover he’s sliding up my body, kissing, licking and sucking, just above my pubic hair, across to that soft and sensitive area in the crease at the top of my leg, over my lower belly, he flicks his tongue inside my belly button and I squirm, then up to my breasts, paying attention to my nipples with his tongue then his teeth, then finally my mouth, his face and stubble are wet and smell and taste of me.
“My second favourite taste in the whole wide world.” He twirls his tongue inside my mouth. “Your cunt, in your mouth, put there by my mouth.”
“And how does my cunt taste?” I ask between kisses.
“It tastes fuckin’ perfect and don’t say cunt, it’s not ladylike.”
“You said it.”
“Kitten, I am not a lady.”
“Tiger, right at this moment neither am I.”
He gives me a little head shake and a slight smirk and sits up to kneel between my legs. I watch him as he reaches for a condom that he must’ve left on the bedside table earlier, he tears open the foil packet and my eyes are glued to his actions as he rolls it down the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. I swallow, hard. He must notice the look on my face.
“We’ll take it slow; I swear I’ll be gentle.”
“I don’t think that’s going to fit.”
“We’ll make it fit, believe me, slowly Kitten, I’ll slide inside you slowly, you’re so wet, it won’t be a problem.”
I give a slight nod of my head, still not convinced. He positions himself on top of me and uses his hand to guide himself to my entrance, I try not to tense up and fail miserably, there’s no way that thing is going to fit inside of me without doing some damage. He kisses me very gently on the mouth. “You’re beautiful Georgia; we are going to fit perfectly together.”
He very gently pushes inside me, then moves his mouth from mine to pay attention to my jaw, my neck, my breasts, until I’m so turned on that I lift my hips to meet him, taking more of him in. “Fuck, Kitten, you feel good.”
He pushes in further, it takes a few seconds to get used to how I feel with him inside me, it’s not uncomfortable, not at all, it is different though, I’ve never felt so full. He starts to slowly rock in and out of me and I know it’s not going to take much to make me come again, we rock our hips together and find a rhythm that suits us both; his mouth and teeth are all over me and I can’t help but moan, fuck, it feels good. “Cam.”
“I know, I know Kitten, just let it go, just give it up for me.”
I don’t really know why but I sob, I suddenly feel very close to tears as I call out his name. “Cam, please, I can’t, I, I… ” I shut up, because nothing I’m saying is making any sense anyway. We rock and grind against each other for a few more seconds, then he looks down at me, right into my eyes, all the while he’s grinding right on my clit, while filling and stretching me inside.
“I’m gonna come now Kitten, you feel too good, you’re gripping my cock too tight, and I can’t last any longer. Are you ready, can you come again for me?” I nod my head and wrap my legs around him tighter, he slides his hands under my arse cheeks and tilts my hips up to meet him, all without breaking eye contact.
“Yes?” he asks, I nod. I’m not sure if I’m exploding or dissolving, I nod again, even though he hasn’t asked me a question. “You feel it Kitten, can you fuckin’ feel it?”
I can feel him jerk and throb inside me as my own orgasm rolls from the tips of my toes to the tips of my hair and then repeats itself over and over again and I cling to him and sob. I can’t help it, four years of frustration, hurt, self-doubt mixed with every other emotion I have held at bay for so long. I don’t know, I’m not sure of anything right now but I can’t stop the tears and Cam is just perfect, he just holds, kisses and strokes me, he tells me how perfect our lovemaking was, how beautiful I am and eventually, I fall asleep in his arms.
CHAPTER 15
I don’t know what makes me wake up, perhaps just the sense that someone was there; I’d been dreaming of Sean, we were driving through the countryside on a motor bike, it seemed so real, I could feel the wind in my hair, I could feel my arms wrapped around him but the most vivid part was his smell. He had started wearing Paco Rabanne the last few months we were together and I could smell it as I rested my head on his back as we rode, every now and then he would squeeze my hands where they sat low on his waist as I held on and when he did that, I would squeeze him tighter and breath him in deeper but something had woken me, something had dragged me from the absolute, perfect contentment I was feeling in my dream and I wasn’t impressed.
I laid curled on my side and remained still for a moment, I could hear someone breathing lightly and I could feel an arm wrapped around me, there was a large hand splayed over my belly and a chest pressed into my back; the scent of Sean that I had woken up thinking was so real was replaced by something else, Cam, Cameron King was in my bed. We had had the most amazing sex las
t night, just the thought of it made me want to grind my bum into him but I didn’t, I remained still, contemplating how I felt, I felt pretty good actually, I hadn’t used him in any way, other than to achieve a couple of excellent orgasms. I had no desire to make him fall in love with me and then dump him, he was nice, I enjoyed his company, and he was the first man since Sean whose company I enjoyed, purely for the pleasure of his company. The fact that he looked like a Greek God and could fuck for England were a tip top bonus, he didn’t seem to be looking for anything too serious and I most certainly wasn’t, which meant, we seem to be pretty well suited. And then my belly does a little back flip; he shot someone, I stood in a pub car park yesterday and watched as he shot someone. I roll onto my back and am met with a very handsome face and a pair of golden brown eyes looking down at me; he smiles, ever so slightly and it stirs something deep in my belly, never again will I wait four years to have an orgasm with a man, I feel like I could quite happily lock myself away for a month with this man, let him fuck me senseless and still be left wanting more. Whore!
“What time is it?” I ask, my voice sounding raspy from sleep.
“Dentist o’clock.” he replies. I lean my head back into my pillow and look at him for a few seconds.
“What are you talking about, what’s dentist o’clock?”
“Two-thirty.”
“What?’
“Tooth hurty… Geddit?” I groan loudly and it has absolutely nothing to do with sex.
“Fuck off Cam, even my Dad’s jokes are funnier than that, are you sure you’re thirty and not fifty two, because that was a proper, lame, Dad joke.”
He stares at me blankly for a few seconds, I watch as his Adams apple bobs in his throat as he swallows hard, for a split second I think he’s going to cry because I didn’t laugh at his joke, when he says, “Her name was Chantelle, she was my wife.”
My eyes widen as I realise this one of those moments where I need to keep my mouth shut and listen. “Our parents were best friends, I was two years older than her, and it was just always assumed that we would end up together. Her Dad owned a few businesses, my Dad owned a few. She was an only child so her Dad had no boys to take over the reins. Robbie was too old for her, Joshie too young. When my Dad was killed, Colin, her Dad, stepped in and helped us out, he made sure nobody came in and tried to take what my Dad had built up while Rob and I established ourselves.” He takes a moment to sit himself up and leans back against the headboard, I sit up and tuck the quilt under my arms and sit cross legged next to him and listen to the rest of what he has to say.
“Georgia, I’m assuming you’ve worked out by now that not all of what I do is entirely above board, entirely legal?” I nod my head and just make an mmm sound.
“Me and your Dad are very similar in the way that we do things, the way we run our business, we're both very fair with people, we don’t take the piss and we always try and help people out when we can but if you cross us, we will fucking break you.” I nod some more. “Chantelle wasn’t my girlfriend or anything until I was twenty five when Colin got diagnosed with cancer, it all happened so fast, there was so much going on. There’s a family called the Riley’s, they used to be faces around the East End in the sixties, then they moved out to Basildon way and made a name for themselves there. When my Dad was killed, they tried to make themselves busy, tried to take over a couple of the doors we run security for in Romford and Harlow, they would send people into the clubs to cause trouble, then report the bouncers to the Police, that and a few other things, anyway, it died down once they realised we had Col on board and that me and Rob weren’t just a pair of kids to be fucked around with. So then Colin gets told he’s only got months to live and he wants to see his daughter married, I know what I have to do, I did love her but she was just, she was more like a mate but I was prepared to give it a go. Colin lived a bit longer than we thought he would and Chantelle was six months pregnant when he died, this triggered all sorts of problems, she had had a bit of high blood pressure during the pregnancy, I… ” He looks up at the ceiling and I can see he’s struggling.
“I’m no angel Georgia, never have been, never will be, but I’m sorry for how I treated her when we first got married, I stayed out all night, getting off my nut on Charlie, fucking other women and she wasn’t stupid, she knew, but she loved me, she fuckin’ worshiped me, she always had, always did.” He stares blankly right at me but I’m not there, he doesn’t see me.
“Anyway, she’s a mess after her Dad dies and I realise that I need to step up, she’s on complete bed rest to try and keep her blood pressure down and I’m trying to deal with her and the Riley’s who’ve crawled out of the woodwork again and are causing us problems.”
I watch as his hand comes up to his jaw and he rubs with his thumb and index finger, he seems to study me for a few long moments, I think he’s debating whether or how to tell me whatever it is he’s about to say next. “I went out George, I went out on the Friday night, I was off my tits and pubbed, clubbed and fucked my way through Friday and Saturday night, I didn’t call her, not once George, not once did I give my sick, pregnant wife a thought during that weekend, not until I pulled up Sunday lunchtime, back at our home.”
He rakes both of his hands through his hair, then drags them down his face. “We had bought a place in Shenfield, not far from where your Mum and Dad are now. The first thing I noticed were that the gates were open, Chantelle would never have left them open. I had them put in especially for her and the baby’s security, then when I pulled up outside, I could see that the front doors had been smashed in, I went running in, calling out her name, I found her in the bedroom, she was tied to a chair, blind folded, with an alarm clock ticking to her, she’d… ” He shook his head, not the little head shake he does when I piss him off but a no, no, no kind of head shakes.
“She’d thrown up all over herself and was totally confused, I untied her and laid her on the bed, then called for an ambulance, she hadn’t been touched, not raped, not beaten, what they had done was terrify her. Her blood pressure was dangerously high, they delivered my son by emergency caesarean, and he was still born. Chantelle started fitting on the operating table, her blood pressure was so high that it was causing seizures, eventually all of her organs shut down and she died, she died, my baby died a large part of me died. I should’ve died, not them, they were good and pure and innocent but they died because of me.”
He has tears but he doesn’t appear to be crying, he’s just talking, telling me his story, with tears rolling down his cheeks. I go to him and sit myself in his lap, curl myself into his big body. He holds me, wraps his arms around me and kisses into my hair. “The man I shot yesterday, he was one of their firm, he didn’t come to my house that day, if he had he would have been long dead but he was known to us as one of the faces causing us trouble in the clubs, then he got banged up and I just let it go. I had no idea he was even out so yesterday, yesterday he finally got what was coming to him.”
I sit quietly comprehending all that he’s told me. “It was the Riley’s then, who’d come to your house.”
“Yeah, we caught up with one of their firm later that night, didn’t take much to get him to grass, but he did; all of those involved had done a runner over to Spain, all trying to lay low, they got in touch, pleaded that they had no idea it would cause her blood pressure to go up, they didn’t want any trouble, they were sorry.” I feel him shrug his shoulders. “I’m a nasty bastard Georgia, I’ve done lots of bad things in my life but I have rules, most people I deal with, your Dad and your uncle, your brother, we all live by the same rules, you do not involve people’s families, whatever grief you have with someone, you do not involve family, especially not pregnant wives.”
He sighs deeply. “They got what was coming to them, I didn’t have to do anything, everyone else was so disgusted, so appalled at what they had done, that as soon as they surfaced, they were taken out, all but one, Chris Riley but I found him, I found him and I took a lot of ple
asure in dealing with him. Terry was the last on the list, he’s lucky I was with you and in such a good mood yesterday, I let him off lightly.”
Fuck!
My Dad, my Uncles, my brother, my family are all involved in this, in this lifestyle and I had no idea. I sit silently in his lap, my head resting on his bare chest, he has one arm around my waist, the other wrapped around my shoulder, while traces patterns over my back with his fingertips. I have no idea what to say. What do you say? Is this a conversation that anyone, has sat naked and had before I wonder?
“Would you like me to go?” He looks down at me as I look up at him. Do I? I suddenly feel incredibly tired again and just want to go back to sleep.
“I don’t know, do you think I should want you to go?”
“Probably.”
“Do you want to go?”
“No, I want to stay. I want you to tell me what you’re thinking? What you think of me now that I’ve told you all of that?”
Bloody hell, this is all a bit deep and heavy for three on a Saturday morning, then thoughts starts popping into my head. “How did your Dad die?”
“He was murdered.”
“Like, Kray gangster style murdered?”
“Yeah, he was shot, on our doorstep, my little sister saw the whole thing, she had run and opened the front door ahead of him, and they pulled out a gun and put a bullet between his eyes.”
