Bender (The Core Four Series)

by Stacy Borel

  Sliding out of bed, I picked up my clothes and padded to the door. It wasn’t closed all the way, and I noticed that the shower water was running. Why on earth was he showering at two in the morning? Well I take that back. He had just gotten back from the gym when I went running into him, so he probably didn’t have a chance to get cleaned up before he was picking me up off the floor. I walked out into the hallway and tossed the nurse costume that I hated so much through my open bedroom door. I made a mental note to throw that sucker away the first chance I had. Turning and looking at the bathroom door I took a few steps toward it, noticing that the door was cracked open. The shower that we shared wasn’t one that had a curtain hanging on a rod. This one had a glass door. Peeking in, the whole bathroom was fogged up. The glass that he stood behind was steamed over, but I was able to make out his figure on the other side. Swallowing hard, I felt like my heart was in my throat. What was I doing? Since when had I become a Peeping Tom? I knew I should go back into my room like I’d planned, but something was holding me here. I watched as his muscled arms came up and brushed several times through his hair, the white foam from the shampoo cascading down his body. I was riveted. Lust and desire were burning hot through my veins. I was drawn to him. An ache deep down was pushing me forward. Placing my hand on the door, I inched it open and took a step inside. My thoughts were going nuts, screaming at me to get the hell out of there, and pretend like I didn’t just walk in there like a little pervert. But I couldn’t. I needed something, and it was propelling me to keep moving. I watched in fascination as if every move of his body was the most incredible thing I’d seen. Seeing his hands move over his chest and down to his abdomen… lathering areas I wished I could run my tongue over. Just as the thought passed through my head, his eyes snapped up like he had sensed me. I braced myself, thinking he was going to yell at me or kick me out. Instead he tilted his head to the side. His large hand came up and wiped the glass so he could see me better. Connecting with his brown eyes, I was hit with the innermost need for him to touch me…to hold me. Whether he understood what I couldn’t say out loud or not, he opened the glass door, never breaking eye contact.

  Then he stood in front of me, completely nude and looking like an Adonis. You never really know just how sexy a man can look until you’ve gotten them completely wet and dripping with water. Nothing on earth like it! At least not in Camden’s case. My heart’s rhythm stuttered, trying to find its new beat. Oh God, what was I doing? I felt the pooling of tears in my eyes, and Camden took notice of my sudden change.

  Holding out his hand to me he said, “Come here.” It came out deep and raspy.

  I stepped forward and placed my hand in his. Giving me a light tug, he moved me till I was standing in the shower facing him. The air was thick and humid making it hard to take a full breath. Or maybe I was just choking on my own words. He was blocking most of the water from spraying me, but little droplets were landing on my skin. I was only wearing his t-shirt and a pair of underwear, but the vapor in the air kept me warm. Or maybe being in his presence was overheating me. I had yet to let my eyes roam over the rest of his body that was on display. I’d already come barging in here, like some deviant teenage girl trying to see the goods. I didn’t think I should take advantage of the situation. As I stood in front of him I couldn’t gather the courage to look up at him. I didn’t know what this was, what I was feeling, how I should be feeling. Embarrassment was overshadowing all other emotions that had previously been coursing through me. Sucking in as much air as I could I was about to tell him ‘sorry’ and leave when he put his fingers under my chin and forced my eyes up to meet his.

  “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?”

  His words pierced my heart. My lip quivered. “Anything…everything.”

  “Want to talk about it?” There he goes again with his sweet caring words. I didn’t know how to deal with this side of Camden. When he fought with me, warred with me, irritated me, I could handle him. I simply fought back. This was foreign.

  All at once my emotions bubbled to the surface and came crashing out. Tears were pouring out of my eyes as my shoulders shook with heavy sobs. I covered my face with my hands and tried to turn away from him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I hiccupped.

  “Hey, hey, what’s this?” he asked, his arms coming around me, holding me to his chest.

  Confusion and hurt wracked my body like a tidal wave. It came slamming into me when I wasn’t prepared. Nothing felt right, and yet in his arms everything felt right. It was like my jumbled up mind was a contradiction in terms. How did I explain to him that I was sickened by what was done to me tonight? How did I express that I felt so degraded and used that I didn’t want to step foot outside of the house again? I was so ashamed for falling into that trap. That I slept with a guy who did nothing but use me. How did I tell him that I felt like maybe I deserved it? That maybe it was my penance. I shook even harder, and his arms squeezed me tighter. How did I tell Camden that I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life? That when he fought with me, he didn’t just make me angry, he made me delirious with need. Even now, I craved to feel his skin on my skin. To know what it was like to have the slickness of the water glide my aching nipples across his chest. I wanted to feel his fingers brushing along my clit and bring me to the brink of orgasm. My tormented body couldn’t decide what it wanted to do, so I cried some more.

  I had no clue how long I stood there in his arms and wept, but as my tears slowed I was able to take deeper breaths. I became acutely aware of Camden’s hold on me. I was pressed tightly to his warmth, and I couldn’t help but noticed the very obvious erection that was digging into my stomach. I wiggled a bit to readjust my footing. He hissed at the sensation. My eyes shot up to his, and he knew that I knew. I watched as his look changed from gentle and caring to dark and toxic in a matter of seconds. The brown of his eyes were completely swallowed by his black pupils. His Adam’s apple bobbed. Ghosting his hands down my arms, his fingertips drifted across the hem of his shirt, brushing the tops of my thighs. I sucked in a breath. His eyes narrowed at me, and I knew in that moment that I wouldn’t be able to stop this. I didn’t want to. He lifted the shirt a few inches, gauging my reaction. He waited for me to tell him that this was okay, that this was what I wanted. I gave a slight nod, giving him permission to continue. As he raised up the fabric, I had a fleeting thought that I wasn’t wearing a bra. Camden was about to see a whole lot of me. I should have been worried about whether I had on my pretty lace panties, but I was more concerned with my body. I remembered the last few girls he’d brought home and how they looked. I still wasn’t at my goal weight, and I hated that I was scared that he might think I was too big or unattractive. He sensed my apprehension when he got the shirt as high as my belly button. Leaning forward he placed his forehead on mine.

  “Clear your head Keegan. You’re going to be perfect.”

  “I don’t look like the other girls, Camden.”

  “I know. That’s what makes you perfect.”

  And just like that, he melted me. I raised my arms up over my head. Like moving in slow motion, the fabric came up over my stomach, breasts, head, and then my arms. Each one tingling as the damp air hit them. When he dropped the shirt on the floor I let my arms come back down to my sides. I watched as his russet eyes traveled from my face to my breasts. Every single one of my nerve endings were alight with fire. My nipples pebbled under his watchful gaze. I had the urge to reach up and cover myself, but I refrained.

  “Take off your underwear.” He spoke so deeply it was like a low rumble in his chest.

  My face reddened, and I was feeling shy. “You…you wa-want everything off?” I stuttered.

  “I want to see all of you. I want nothing in my way when I touch you. Underwear Keegan, now,” he demanded.

  My hands trembled with a nervousness I’d never known before, but I complied. Hooking my fingers in my black silk panties, I slid them down my thighs and let them pool at
my feet. I lifted one foot at a time and stepped out of them. I was completely bared to Camden, and he was to me. He reached up and touched my no longer covered hip with the subtlest of brushes. While he looked over my very naked body, I finally gave myself permission to see all that was Camden. My mouth parted at the view. He was quite a bit more endowed than I originally assumed. It was multiple inches of velvety skin with a smooth crown that stood at attention. I’d felt his cock against me before, but I couldn’t tell just how big he really was.

  “Enjoying the view, Blue?”

  Ack! He caught me staring. “No! I was just noticing this little freckle on your side.”

  “So you don’t like what you see?” he teased.

  “Yes! No! Wait…what was the question?”

  Camden chuckled. “It’s okay to look,” he said, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere.

  “In that case, I looked but didn’t see anything special.” I shrugged with indifference.

  He gave a full bellied laugh. “You know, this just wouldn’t be right if that little attitude of yours didn’t come out to play.”

  “What attitude? I showed you mine, you showed me yours, I said I wasn’t impressed. Now I’m ready for bed.” I knew full well I was poking a sleeping bear, but Camden was my bear, and I was ready for the chase.

  His strong hand shot out and wrapped around my bicep. Yanking my back to him, my body was flush with his. His cock pushed against the crack of my ass, and my skin was engulfed in goosebumps. Growling in my ear he said, “We’ll talk later about how impressed you were when I make you scream my name. But in the meantime let’s get one thing straight. There’s no going back.” The hand that wasn’t holding my arm came around to splay across my stomach. “When I touch you, you will be begging for more. You’ll be panting for me to take you every way that is humanly possible.” Hard calloused fingers moved down to cup my sex. I moaned loudly, wishing like hell that he would spread me open and touch me where I wanted it. Nipping at my ear he breathed, “And when I fuck you, you’ll know no one else owns this pussy but me.” My whole body shook with desire. One deft finger slid between my folds and circled my clit over and over until my knees threatened to give out. When the room around me started to fade away he suddenly stopped, and I whimpered at the loss. I felt his lips form a smile, he knew he had me. “This…all of this.” He pressed his cock between my cheeks, and he reached up to tweak my nipple. “This won’t happen unless you tell me one thing.”

  I was breathing so hard, and my mind was so lost to him I didn’t know how I answered, “What?”

  “That you’re mine.”

  He pinched my nipple again, this time harder, and it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I ground my ass back against Camden. He groaned and brought his hand down on my cheek with a slap. It startled me but intensified my need.

  Chuckling he said, “Naughty girl. Give me what I want first. You’re mine, Keegan. I won’t share you with anybody else. Say it.”

  “Yes,” I said breathlessly.

  “Yes what?”

  God! Why was he teasing me? “Jesus Christ Camden…please! I need you.”

  “Give me what I want.”

  I turned my face toward him and glared. “Stubborn ass.”

  “Keegan.” He said my name in warning.

  I fought him because I knew he liked it, and he knew I liked it. It was what we did. We both knew I’d cave, but I enjoyed taunting him.

  “Yes, I’m yours. Only yours.”

  The brilliant smile he gave me made all of this worth it. “Good, now it’s time to have fun.” He said, shutting off the shower and leading me out of the bathroom and to his room.

  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 clit 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 clit.

  “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.