The what comes down to the dare. Her cousin dared her to approach Marshall, to make the first move. She did, and rather than find him less attractive as she got to know him, the attraction grew. The thought is unsettling but doesn’t deter Camila from completing her dare and facing her fear.
She turns her body to face Marshall. Lifting her hand, she runs a finger down the side of his face. He catches her hand and trails kisses around her palm. From there he runs his tongue up her index finger and sucks. He continues to suck on her fingers relentlessly, each one stirring her craving for sex even more than the last. She smiles to herself. This dare will be far easier than I thought.
She sits astride Marshall on the bench, careful not to tear her dress. “You sure about this?” He asks.
“Why do you ask?” Camila rubs his cock from outside his trousers. “You want to hear me say that I want to be with you?”
“Yeah, I do,” he replies before crushing his lips against Camila’s. Like last time, this kiss blows her away with its intensity, as he alternates between tender caresses and biting her bottom lip. Unlike last time, there’s an undercurrent of desperation behind it because they both know the weekend will end and their City lives will resume, where neither one will be able to touch the other. Somehow the prospect of it ending before it even begins drives them further into the moment, passion superseding all reason and doubt.
Camila doesn’t speak right away. She wants her kisses to speak her desire for her. For her tongue to find his and to stroke it the way he stroked her pussy that morning in her apartment. She brings her hands to his face, gripping him with the intensity of a lover who’s saying both hello and good-bye. It’s truly liberating to own this level of freedom with someone knowing that the present is all they have. She can feel his erection grow and press against her cunt, growing slicker with every kiss and lick against her lips. Camila draws his left hand under her dress so he can feel her desire.
Marshall moans into the next kiss, taking her deeper as he buries two fingers inside of Camila. She cries out silently, only a jagged breath shattering the stillness around them. Time has literally ceased to exist in this moment between the two lovers as they continue to climb toward their mutual pleasure. Camila lowers the zipper of his pants, freeing his cock. Marshall hisses as she begins to stroke him. What he wouldn’t give to feel himself inside her warm mouth right now. He groans as he bites down on Camila’s lips, remembering how it felt when she took him deep inside her. He starts to penetrate Camila faster. He wants to fuck her this way and so many others right here on this bench. How perfect and poetic to have someone like Camila on the Baron estate where he’d lost his virginity to Dahlia, the eldest of the twin daughters, all those years ago in the pool house. To bring such light to a place that represents so many memories from his past fills him with such a sense of peace he doesn’t want it to end.
Marshall takes out his fingers and licks them before putting them in Camila’s mouth. She sucks on them hard. The idea that these fingers were just inside her pussy drives her further into her lust. She lowers herself over his cock, prepared for how deep he would go and how far it would stretch her. This time her eyes are open, watching the look of pleasure on his face as she takes him fully.
His moan is louder than it should be, but neither of them cares. She rides him slowly this time, with greater purpose than before. Each time, she wants to feel him deep inside her, and he wants to savor it too. Marshall pulls Camila tight to him, burying his groans into her mouth, his kisses conveying a warmth and gratitude for tonight, for that morning in her apartment, and for feeling so fucking good at this moment.
He buries his face in her breasts as he continues to thrust into Camila. Her cries match his. Both are so close to coming, but neither of them is ready to. The reality after the fact will hit them both, and they want to push it away as long as they can. Marshall wraps his arms around her tighter, unable to edge any longer. “I’m going to come,” he whispers.
Camila nods as she rides him harder, lifting herself off, and slamming down so she feels it in her G-spot. She draws a deep breath, finally reaching that deep abyss as Marshall stops thrusting and lets himself go.
Chapter 22
Camila rests her forehead against Marshall’s as wave after wave of her orgasm washes through her body. His cock softens inside of her when she starts to lift herself off of him, her legs and knees stiff from the position.
“I should be getting back,” she says, catching her breath.
Marshall stands and tucks away his diminishing erection. He curls a hand around the back of Camila’s head and pulls her in for a kiss. “Why?” He asks when they come up for air. “Who’s here that you have to see?”
Camila looks toward the party that appears real to her again, as if the characters jumped out of the screen. Time has returned to its familiar pace, the minutes feeling like seconds until it rushes past everyone. “My cousin is around here somewhere.”
“Shosh is here?” Marshall asks, following Camila back to the party. As soon as they reach the periphery of the party, he grabs her hand. Camila turns and reads the question on his face. As soon as she nods, he pulls her to him and lays a kiss on her that takes all her breath and fills her with a fire that makes her forget where she is.
“I need to go,” Camila murmurs to Marshall, forcing herself to step back and put some space between them. If she doesn’t do it now, she’ll find herself ready to take him on the bench again soon.
“I want to meet that cousin of yours.”
“I’ve no doubt she’ll want to meet you too.”
They search the grounds and the house for forty-five minutes and are ready to give up when Camila runs into her Uncle.
“I’m looking for Shosh. Have you seen her?”
“Last time I saw her she was with you,” he replies, eyeing Marshall. “Is this a friend of yours?”
“Huh? Oh, him,” she says motioning toward Marshall. “We, uh, know each other from school. He just happened to be here too.”
“Did you try her cell?”
Camila nods. “A few times. She hasn’t answered.”
“Well, she never stays at these parties long. She probably went home,” he says, unconcerned.
“Okay, I’ll head home and look for her. I’m pretty tired anyway.” The reason for her fatigue makes her smile on the inside. She catches Marshall’s eye.
Her Uncle places a kiss on her cheek. “Alright. Have her call me when you see her.” Then he turns to Marshall. “You alright to drive?”
Marshall nods. “Perfectly, sir.”
Her uncle holds out a hand. “Arthur Cohen. And you are?”
“Marshall James,” he replies, giving a firm handshake.
“You Warren’s son? I heard you were headed up to Cambridge.”
“Change of plans. NYU made me a better offer.”
Her Uncle notices Marshall glance at Camila. He suppresses a smile. “Well, I’ll let you two get on with your evening.”
“Shosh,” Camila calls out when she walks into the house. Marshall closes the door behind him. “I’ll go check her room,” she says.
Minutes later, she comes downstairs, relieved and thankful her cousin is so predictable. “She’s asleep,” she informs him. She takes out her phone to text her Uncle. When Camila looks up, she sees Marshall watching her intently.
“What?”
“I like this thing you have with your family. It’s nice. I didn’t have anything like it growing up.”
“No cousins or anything?”
He shakes his head. “I’d see them at the occasional family reunion, but that was rare. I had nannies until I was old enough to walk to school, and then it was just my friends to keep me company.”
“Who keeps you company now?” Camila hears herself ask him.
The answer he gives her is an unfamiliar smile. It’s sexy and devious. He raises an eyebrow. “Well, this weekend is entirely unexpected.” Marshall stalks toward her, closing the fi
ve feet of distance between them in two long strides. “I seem to be fortunate enough to have stumbled upon the best kind of company.”
“Oh yeah?” Camila mirrors his smile. Something about the big empty house, hours away from the City, makes her want to push away the limitations on her life that will return in a few short days. “What kind is that?”
Marshall gathers up her dress and cups her ass. Squeezing he says, “This kind.”
Camila expects a kiss to follow, but it doesn’t. “Come home with me,” he whispers into her ear.
She hesitates, her fear once again surfacing, threatening to choke her. She wants to run upstairs and hide in that beautiful bathroom, to satisfy herself that those fifteen minutes on the bench were enough.
Truth and dare.
The truth is, those fifteen minutes weren’t enough. And she knows what she needs to do to complete the dare. Camila steps back, forcing Marshall to release his hold. Without another look, she races to her room to change out of her dress.
Chapter 23
“I didn’t know what to think when you ran off,” Marshall says, his hand gripping Camila’s thigh before releasing it to downshift. She shouldn’t be surprised that the son of a judge and law firm partner drives a German sports car. It doesn’t totally fit with the law school Professor image, but so much about him doesn’t. It occurs to Camila then that it makes it all the more perfect. They can forget about law school and the City and be whoever they want to be tonight. She’s daring to be C.C., a bartender from New York who happens to be in Southampton with her father’s family for the weekend. And she’s going home with a hot guy she met at a stuffy party attended by a few hundred of the City’s privileged elite.
Marshall pulls into a long, circular stone driveway that curves around to a center circle with a large, fragrant Linden tree in the middle, its star-shaped flowers in full bloom. He continues past the main house, which rivals the size of the Cohen’s, and stops in front of an adjacent guesthouse. He turns off the car and looks over at Camila, matching her silence. They’ve talked a good part of the night. At some point, talking just becomes noise.
The way Marshall stares at Camila when they reach the door makes her shiver with anticipation. Her silence made him realize tonight wouldn’t be like that morning at her apartment or that blissful moment on the bench. Something in the way she didn’t speak, the way she looked at him with her curious eyes when she came downstairs told him that it would be different, she would be different. His gaze tells her he’ll give her what she wants. She only has to ask.
When they enter the home, its sumptuous white interior with navy accents reminds Camila of a villa she once stayed at in the Bahamas with her cousin. Beyond the great room lie a lounge and a small eat-in kitchen. There are two bedrooms on either side of the corridor which leads to a private terrace with a fireplace and large hammock.
Marshall waits for Camila’s signal. He doesn’t want to consider what she’s planning. She heads for the kitchen and goes through the cupboards, grateful it’s as well-stocked as the Cohen’s. People in the Hamptons always seem prepared for the event of a hurricane or natural disaster. She takes a few items and heads for the master suite. A few minutes later, Camila calls to him. “Ready?”
Wordlessly, he moves toward the bedroom.
By the time he reaches the bedroom, Camila is stripped down to nothing, her clothes laid out neatly on the chaise beside the French doors. Marshall swallows, unable to take his eyes off of her. It’s not as if he hasn’t seen her naked before, but the way she’s standing there, at the edge of the bed, waiting for him, awakens a yearning to know her. There’s nothing vulnerable about her nakedness. On the contrary, it’s strong and self-assured. She knows what she wants, and Marshall wants to thank every god in the spectrum of gods that she wants it with him.
“What are you waiting for?” She asks.
He covers the space between them in less time than it takes for him to draw a breath. Camila unbuttons his light coral shirt as she holds his gaze. Only when she pushes it off his shoulders does she allow her eyes to move over his body. It’s taking all the willpower she has not to push him onto the loveseat at the edge of the bed and straddle him like she did earlier. The sight of his strong shoulders and defined torso pushes that urge to the surface. Her tongue darts out, and she runs it along her lower lip. A low growl comes from the back of his throat. If only she understood how hard Marshall has to work at not touching her, at giving Camila the space to create her fantasy with him. He wills his cock to stay down, to wait until she takes him in her hands and into her mouth.
She tosses his shirt over the arm of a chair and sets to work unhooking his pants. He steps out of his trousers which she tosses in the general direction of his shirt. Rather than continue with the undressing, Camila runs her hands up his smooth chest and down his arms. The light touch of her fingertips makes Marshall shiver imperceptibly. He could come just by her touch.
Camila lowers herself slowly onto her knees, pulling his trunks down along as she goes. Without a second look, she wraps her lips around him and takes him as far as she can. Every lick is deliberate. She wants this to feel good for him because she wants him to be just as purposeful and slow with her. Camila reaches up and plays with his balls as she continues to lick and suck, from the velvet soft head of his cock down to the hilt. Marshall begins to move in and out, matching her slow pace. He shuts his eyes as the sight of her on her knees slays him. She owns the moment with him, and if he’s not careful, he’ll come in no time.
Not that it should matter. It’s clear by her pace that she’s with him for the night. He tries not to consider what that means beyond the fact that this will be the best weekend of his life in recent years. Never has he been with a woman so in touch with her needs and her wants and so willing to take it. He groans when she licks a bit of cum off the tip of his shaft.
Fuck. He’s getting closer. She pumps the base of his cock, her tempo increasing with his. He can feel his pleasure begin to uncoil at the base. Marshall opens his eyes and sees Camila watching him. She always liked oral, receiving usually more than giving. But the way Marshall receives excites her. He doesn’t choke her with his enthusiasm or control her movements like so many men. It makes her want to keep giving until he’s given back.
Marshall is on the edge, and Camila doesn’t seem to want to stop. He fully expected to lay her out on the bed and fuck her at the finish, but she doesn’t seem inclined to move. He gently caresses the side of her face and moves her hair behind her ear. “I’m close,” he murmurs.
He has his answer when Camila doesn’t release his cock from her mouth. Marshall closes his eyes again and allows the sensations to overwhelm him. He doesn’t have to hold back and wait for her. The only sound in the room is his pleasure and Camila giving it. She moves over his cock with such an intensity that it sends Marshall to that place where he can’t hold back anymore. With a fierce cry, he lets go and releases his hot cum into her mouth.
Chapter 24
Camila going down on Marshall was her truth. She likes him. Nothing more, nothing less.
As she gets up off the floor and spreads herself out on the bed, she’s daring herself to do something she’d never done before.
She motions for Marshall to come join her. He crawls up on her right, resisting every urge to kiss her. “How about a snack?” She asks.
“I can always eat,” he replies, his voice gravelly.
Camila pulls a thin rope from her bedroom curtains she’d tucked under the pillows along with the sleeping mask Shoshana had left for her.
“You like chocolate?” She asks.
“As a matter-of-fact, I do,” Marshall says, intrigued.
“So do I.” The low sultry way Camila says that makes him hiss. “You know what to do with this?” She hands him the rope.
He nods. “I got a merit badge in knot tying.”
“I should’ve known you were a boy scout,” Camila says. She moves over to give him room to sit
up. Placing her wrists together, he sets about tying a knot that’s loose enough to not leave a mark, but tight enough to keep her from slipping out of them.
The image of her hands tied doesn’t turn him on like it does Camila. Although she isn’t doing this for sexual pleasure as much as she is to force herself to let go a little more and give up the illusion of control she’s clung to for so long.
“How long do you want to be this way,” Marshall asks, tugging lightly on the rope.
Camila looks up from her hands and shrugs. “Long enough.” She scoots around him, lies back and raises her arms above her head. He places the mask over her eyes. The mask shifts something inside Marshall. Seeing her sprawled out, her wrists bound, and the mask on draws him into another space, making him realize that she wants him to own this moment with her the way she had earlier with him. The challenge kindles a need in him, the kind that makes him want to give the way he received, fully and completely.
“Any rules?” He asks.
“Don’t kiss my mouth,” she replies.
Marshall doesn’t even know where to begin. He wants to kiss and suck every inch of Camila’s body.
“By the way,” she says, “I put a few things on the nightstand in case you need some inspiration.”
He glances over and spots a bar of dark chocolate, honey and fresh berries he’d bought at the market that morning. When he bought them, he couldn’t possibly have imagined what they would be used for that night. Marshall runs his hands down the middle of her torso until he reaches her cunt. She’s swollen and wet from earlier tonight. His hand moves back up, and he begins to play with her breasts. Rolling one nipple between his fingers, he traces the other with his warm tongue. He continues to do this, his circles becoming wider until her entire breast is covered in his saliva. From the underside, he licks up until he reaches her pert nipple, sucking it into his mouth and biting down gently with his teeth. The sensation of his breath over her skin followed by his teeth makes Camila cry out.
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