Some Like It Hot: An Erotic Romance Anthology

by Olivia Cunning

  So big. The biggest she’d ever had, for damn sure. And sex had mostly been uncomfortable for her, painful at worst…she couldn’t recall ever experiencing real pleasure during the act itself. Only sparks here and there, with the foreplay being the best part. His size made her nervous, but her need mitigated it. If anyone could change all of that for her, it was him. Someone she trusted inherently.

  And she did. She trusted Cameron with her very life, so of course she would trust him with her body.

  She eased her hand under his shorts, seeking his cock skin-to-skin. He grabbed the waistband in his fist and shoved it down. Meri loved that, a move of desperation, as if he couldn’t wait a second longer for her to see him. So confident; she wished she could be that way. Where was that girl who’d put his hand on her breast at the dinner table earlier? She’d taken her wine and deserted her, leaving her to handle this all on her own, the drunken hussy.

  At the sight of him, the breath rushed from her lips. She’d never thought of that particular appendage as beautiful, but his was. Gorgeous.

  “You think you were the only one waiting?” he asked in a rush as she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked. Oh, God, her fingers didn’t meet her thumb… “I suffered every asshole you dated, wanted to kill them to think of them touching you, to think of you wanting them and not me. I’ve waited too, Meri, and I thought I would wait forever. You shot your arrow through me so long ago.” As he’d spoken, his hands slid around and unfastened her bra. She’d been so enamored of his words she scarcely noticed until it fell away in his hand and the air circulated over her bare breasts. With a groan, she pressed herself against him, suddenly shy, needing him to cover her. He let her, not pushing her to let him see her. Stroking her back with those big hands, holding her safe in those amazingly strong arms. Against him, she felt so tiny.

  “If you aren’t ready for this, or if you change your mind—”

  “No, never. I promise.” She lifted her head and sought a kiss. He briefly obliged, sliding a hand up through her hair to hold the back of her head. But he wasn’t done talking, and now he held her so that she had to look at him, so that she couldn’t shy away from the intensity in his dark eyes.

  “It changes everything,” he warned. “I damn sure won’t be able to go back to the way we were.”

  Good. She never wanted to go back to that. Never. It had been awful. Whatever this changed between them, it couldn’t be worse. Could it? “I’m so okay with that.”

  “And you’re not a casual thing for me, Meri. I didn’t vow not to lay a hand on you all those years ago only to break it on a whim.”

  A whim. She hadn’t stopped to examine her feelings much since last night. She only knew they were hurt from what she’d heard, horribly hurt, a big gaping wound at the forefront. What was beneath it? She couldn’t examine it when her body throbbed this way. Couldn’t he just stop talking and kiss her?

  But he was being honorable, and this was important to him. It gave her a warm glow to know that. She tried to clear out the fog of lust in her head to give consideration to his words. “I don’t think anything between us can ever be casual. I know that.”

  “What I’m saying, Meredith, is that if I get inside you, don’t ever plan on getting me out.”

  Her knees melted and his arm around her waist tightened. “Okay,” she said dumbly, and he chuckled in her ear, the puff of air raising the hair at her nape.

  “Good enough for me.” His hands covered her panty-clad ass and squeezed, pulling her up tight against his erection. “But shower first.”

  The hot water felt heavenly needling her skin. And he did like it hot, almost intolerably so. All at once, she felt the sand and salt water and heat and stress of the day melting from her body to wash down the drain. Cameron’s hands helped, kneading her muscles, caressing, soothing, until any remnant of shyness or anxiety quickly followed. He dropped to his knees, kissing her breasts, running his tongue along her tan lines. Her head fell back to the shower tiles and she pushed into him, brazen now, seeking more instead of skittering away. Her fingers tangled in his soft, wet hair. He sucked her left nipple until it tingled and ached, his opposite hand slipping between her legs. A groan sounded around her tight skin as he found her wet for him. Meri spread wider, giving him access, needing more of that agonizingly slow and gentle touch.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “More than I imagined.” Her skin burned and throbbed as his finger pushed gently inside her tight body. Internal muscles quivered and clenched against the sweet invasion. “Meredith.”

  All she could muster was a drawn out, desperate “Mmm.” Cameron’s mouth abandoned its delectable play with her nipple to seek lower, even needier places.

  Oh no, oh no, if he did that, she would die, just die…

  His finger pushed deeper. It effectively put an end to any half-assed protests that might be forming in her addled brain. She looked down at the most gorgeous sight she’d ever seen: that dark head lowering between her legs. Those powerful shoulders, wide and taut with sexual tension, perfect to rest one leg on so that she could open to his exploring tongue…

  A second finger stretched her wider as said exploring tongue took a long, leisurely trip over her tight, swollen clit. Her pussy gripped him inside as sensation ricocheted outside. Every time she clenched, he growled, and the vibrations shivered through her bud, and she clenched again. A blessedly vicious cycle. Gently, he fucked her with his fingers while his skilled tongue wreaked havoc externally.

  Oh, she wanted to be in bed for this—this strain of remaining upright was too much. Keeping up the devastating thrust of his fingers, he trailed his mouth along her inner thigh propped on his shoulder, kissing and nipping and teasing. “You’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmured, echoing his thought from earlier. “You’re softer than I imagined. You taste better than I ever dreamed you could. You sound sweeter. Fuck, Meredith. If this—” he gave his fingers a slow twirl inside her and she cried out, “—feels even better around me than I imagine it will, I might die.”

  “Please,” she whimpered. “Take me to bed. Let’s find out. Just don’t die.”

  Laughing, he gathered her into his arms and did as she said.

  Chapter Seven

  He laid her back on the mattress, both of them washed clean and still damp. Meredith’s feverish skin hadn’t cooled from the touch of his mouth between her thighs, and she ached from the intrusion of his fingers. He braced himself above her and did it all over again, kissing every inch of her, lingering when she moaned. Holding her still when she writhed. The light from the bathroom gave her scarce illumination, but it was enough; she delighted in smoothing her fingers over his muscles, seeing his tattoos pass under her sliding touch.

  When he settled his head between her thighs, it was with the promise of taking her to the edge of ecstasy and pitching her over. He’d arranged her legs over his shoulders and reached up to cover her breasts in his hands, letting her nipples peek between his fingers.

  Long, flat, broad stokes of his tongue. Quick, precise flutters. He could do it all, and she arched her body into his hands, encasing his thick wrists in her own grip. Her pussy tightened on aching emptiness. His lips encircled her throbbing clit and he sucked.

  Meri’s hips almost wrenched off the bed. He held her fast, squeezing her nipples between his fingers, causing sensation to rebound between the two most desperate parts of her. Stronger and stronger every time it made the journey. “Cameron, oh, God—”

  The words died in her throat as she realized how much she sounded like the girl from last night. Just last night.

  Just last fucking night, he’d been doing this to someone else.

  Oh, don’t think about it!

  There wasn’t anyone else, he’d said so. Only her. Only her. Only her.

  She’d wanted him, now she had him. Now fucking come for him.

  It was almost defiant, she climaxed so hard. It was a fuck-you to the women he’d had before, especi
ally to the one last night, to the few men she’d let try and miserably fail to fill his shoes. It was almost painful, muscles contracting hard with releasing tension, and she shuddered and shuddered more and cried out. And cried, hoping to God it was too dark for him to see. When the passing storm of passion abated, she drew him up into her arms and let him absorb her trembles.

  He said her name. Kissed her along the line of her jaw, her cheek, her nose, her lips. Sweet and tender in the aftermath of such fury. But then he shifted his thighs, parting hers. “Need you,” he whispered. He’d slipped on the condom earlier in anticipation of this moment.

  Meri nodded, letting him close. Feeling him hard and demanding against her inner thigh. He held himself up easily on one arm as he positioned himself at her entrance. Pushed. Pushed. Jesus, she couldn’t… Her hand shot to his hip and she gasped as her body opened. So slick, so wet, so soft from his mouth, she couldn’t keep him out, didn’t want to, and as he claimed her inch by beautiful inch, she couldn’t get enough.

  “Ohhhh, fuck,” he groaned, dropping his face to her neck. “It’s what I was afraid of, too good. Too fucking good.”

  “Cameron,” she said desperately.

  “I’m here, baby.” God, didn’t she know it. He was here, he was everywhere. Every cell in her body consumed with him. “Are you okay?”

  “I don’t know,” she confided.

  “I don’t either. Just tell me if I’m hurting you.”

  “You’re not.”

  Yes, this was different. He’d shattered everything she thought she knew. An entirely different ball game; hell, to quote one of his favorite movies she’d watched with him a dozen times, it wasn’t even the same fucking sport.

  Carefully, he lowered himself over her, mindful not to crush her but putting every inch of them in sweet, warm contact as he began to move inside. Gentle, gliding strokes to start. Exactly what she needed to adjust to this overwhelming fullness. Mmm, so good. She licked her lips and, as if he couldn’t resist, he leaned down to taste the moisture her tongue had left. Once his mouth teased hers gently open, he didn’t leave. He kissed her with slow thorough possession, breath shuddering, muscles trembling. She stroked her hands down his back where a fine sheen of sweat had broken out. Delighted in squeezing the rock-hard muscles of his ass as they worked to pleasure her, pleasure himself.

  Nothing in her life had ever been as good as this.

  Meri slid one hand around to feel him entering her between the V of her fingers. Amazing, the way her body stretched around him. He slowed further to let her play, releasing her mouth to groan as her fingers brushed his cock. His eyes closed. “I won’t last much longer, baby.”

  Mmm, she couldn’t wait to see him lose control. Hear him. Especially hear him. Knowing it was her body that drove him there.

  “I want you to come with me,” he told her, pulling back slightly from her desperate, clinging heat. She nodded, unable to speak. She wanted that, too. He rose up on his knees, leaving himself buried shallowly inside her, and drew her hand over between her legs. “Touch yourself, baby. Let me watch you get there.”

  Oh. My. God. He was the hottest thing she’d ever laid eyes on. As long as she had him to look at, right in front of her and completely naked with that big cock nestled inside her, she might go off in no time. But she was terribly sensitized and could hardly stand her own touch.

  “Easy,” he whispered, making tiny movements with his hips. “So fucking beautiful, Meri. Squeeze me.” She did so, and he growled something unintelligible. “Again.” He gave her a little more of himself. Meri circled her clit with one finger while he watched intently. The faster she went, the more of his cock she received. It was wonderful incentive, indeed. But he wouldn’t give her all of it, no matter how much she begged or whimpered. He might come too soon, he told her.

  Her orgasm built rapidly. “I feel it,” he told her. “Feel you shivering around me. Come on, baby. Come on. I’ll give you everything.”

  “Oh, Cam,” she moaned. “Please…”

  “Not there yet,” he murmured. “Not yet, not yet…”

  The ever-tightening coil of pleasure finally snapped, flinging her up and out. At her first shattering cry, he filled her completely, falling over her, and it was true, he gave her everything. Every powerful thrust she needed to drive her higher and higher. Every animalistic, primal male growl she needed to hear, enough to fuel her fantasies for the rest of her life. All for her, yes, all for her.

  And her name leaving his lips as she gave him everything in return, milked him of all restraint, all senseless vows, all the years of wanting. Gone in an instant. He pulsed inside her and she only wished she could feel the heat of his seed filling her, to complete this, to seal it.

  Meredith drew the first long, filling breath she’d taken all night as he collapsed over her. Cameron’s exhausted, sated weight atop her was enough. For now.

  He’d said she would never get him out, and she hoped he was right.

  They slept restlessly. Cam woke to Meredith’s warm little body crawling over him shortly after midnight. She took him silently into her mouth, licked him and kissed him to full, aching erection, sucked him to devastating climax. He’d thought that was all he was capable of until a little after two, when he woke again to her dozing naked on her stomach beside him, the round curve of her ass too much temptation to resist. He donned another condom—he’d only had the one, but thank God, Alyssa had a “just in case” stash—climbed over her, and nibbled at that firm, delectable butt until she stirred and giggled.

  Then he shoved a pillow under her hips, held her wrists at her back, and fucked her that way. She came on her own then, no help from her fingers, twice, holy fuck, gripping him with such strength and heat he thought she would flay him alive. Watching her ass he she received his thrusts was the hottest damn thing he’d ever seen, and as she came a miraculous third time, he leaned over and whispered in her ear.

  “You like this, don’t you? Being held down?”

  “Yes,” she huffed out.

  “I might tie you up when we get back home.”

  “Why not now?”

  Oh, he could fall in love with this girl. Or had he already?

  “I’ll let you,” she said, looking back at him with those big, trusting blue eyes. How was it that she could look even more innocent during dirty sex? Was it his guilty conscience fucking with him for fucking his best friend’s little sister? He was so going to hell.

  He totally tried to deny that his cock throbbed even bigger at the thought. So wrong, so fuckin’ wrong, but so damn right. Yep, he should go ahead and pack his bags now. Hellbound.

  After that energetic bout, both of them spent and running on empty, neither of them was in the mood for sleep. She lay draped over him for the longest time, tracing his tattoos. Tickling when she explored the dips and swells of his muscles. But he was content to lie there and let her tickle all night, if she wanted.

  “Is Alyssa not coming back?” he asked, wondering if he needed to get up and head back to his condo. Dane wasn’t a watchdog or anything—if he was even still awake it probably wouldn’t occur to him that his little sister was wrapped around Cameron right now and had been for the past several hours, but Cam didn’t really want to chance it. Dane had known they were “hanging out” together, after all.

  “Even if she does, it’s okay,” Meri said drowsily.

  “Really?”

  “Well…she, um…was kind of privy to this entire operation.” She lifted her head and propped it on her elbow. “You don’t want to keep us a secret or anything, do you?”

  “Do I want to? No. But something tells me it might be best, just for now. Can you understand that?”

  “Sure,” she said. “I guess it’s not something we want to rub everyone’s faces in without giving them fair warning.”

  He stroked her hair, twirling one dark lock around his finger. It was still damp from their earlier shower, but barely. “Exactly.” She shifted around so she cou
ld rest her chin on his chest, smiling at him. “I hope it was everything you thought it would be,” he told her, stroking her soft cheek with his thumb. “Worth the risk.”

  “It was more,” she said. “I hate that we wasted all these years on our silly fears.”

  “I don’t think they’re all that silly. But you’re right. Wasted time.” It was probably a possessive asshole thing to think, but if he’d gotten off his ass, he wouldn’t have had to watch her go out with other guys. Maybe he could’ve been her first and only. But it was okay. He would work hard to erase any bad experiences she’d had from her memory, so there was nothing left but him.

  As for Cameron, girls had come and gone. Some of them for a night, or two, or three. Some of them for a few months. Meredith had been friends with a couple of them, and a few of them had treated her like an annoyance—those hadn’t lasted long. But even of the ones that had, none of them had left much of an impression. He sure didn’t miss them.

  Not like he would miss her if the unthinkable should happen.

  How dangerous was this to either of them?

  Chapter Eight

  He spent the remainder of the night. She didn’t sleep a wink after their late-night conversation, but she felt like such a creeper staring at him that she’d gotten up, pulled on some pajamas, grabbed a beer, and walked out on the balcony.

  No moans to grab her attention tonight, by God. The man was in her bed. Had she ever dreamed that would happen?

  She was still out there when the sun came up, and she knew Cameron liked to take a morning run. So she went into the kitchen and started coffee brewing.

  Had Alyssa ever made it back? Cracking her friend’s bedroom door open, she saw a heap of blankets on the bed with a tanned foot sticking out. So at some point, Lys had come home. Ugh, hopefully she hadn’t dealt with her own sex serenade last night. Neither of them had exactly been quiet. Alyssa, at least, would have the courtesy to put her ear buds in or leave altogether. Unlike some people.