Torpedo

by Joanna Blake

  Be smart Camille. Resist. He will only break your heart.

  I set the glass down again. I had to be sensible. This was just asking for trouble, and I knew it.

  "If I drink this, I'll have to call a cab."

  "I highly doubt that."

  "I don't drive drunk, Cade."

  "Oh no darlin', that's not what I meant."

  He leaned back in his seat and smiled at me.

  "I just don't think you'll be leaving till morning."

  My heart started to thud in my chest. There. He'd said it. There was no beating around the bush now.

  Cade Dupree thought I was a sure thing. Well, he had another thing coming.

  "Is that a bet?"

  He shook his head slowly.

  "It's more of… a dare."

  I reached forward and lifted the glass, holding it aloft.

  "A cab it is then."

  He raised his glass to me.

  "Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart."

  He sipped his drink and picked up the cards, shuffling them deftly.

  "What are the stakes this time?"

  "Don't I have anything you want, Camille?"

  I felt the warmth of the liquor spreading through me. I shook my head, smiling.

  "I can't wait to hear what you will come up with next."

  "I was thinking we go old school."

  "Land? Cattle? Gold nuggets?"

  He laughed appreciatively. He got my dry sense of humor. It made me like him even more than I already did.

  "No, not that old school."

  "What then?"

  "How about the shirt off your back?"

  "Strip poker? How retro."

  He kept shuffling the cards, waiting for my answer. I felt reckless and daring as I decided to see this through. Plus, I really wanted to see him without his shirt on.

  "Alright, Cade. I hope you don't have any embarrassing tattoos."

  He grinned and started dealing.

  "Does the kitten on my left butt cheek count?"

  I took my cards and focused. I realized I wanted to see more than his chest. I wanted to see him nude. And I wanted him to see me. Even if the thought made me deeply unsettled.

  Maybe I needed to be unsettled.

  "I love kittens."

  He grinned and tossed his drink back, sucking on his lemon. I did the same. Then he poured us each other round.

  It was going to be a long night.

  Cade

  I didn't really have any kitten tattoos. But if I had, she would be finding out about them real soon. Way before I learned about hers.

  Camille was creaming me.

  Even worse, she was counting each damn piece of jewelry as a clothing item!

  I was sitting there in my pants with no shirt, shoes or socks. And she was still fully clothed! All she'd lost were her shoes and her damn earrings.

  I won the next hand. And the next. Her necklace was gone now. And the bracelet.

  I was smiling through the next hand when I lost my pants. She watched appreciatively as I stood up and pushed my pants down. I was wearing boxer briefs that did little to hide the size or stiffness of my package.

  I watched her watching me. Her eyes were wide as they flicked down over my body and froze. Then they darted up to mine. I smiled.

  Yes honey, you give me a boner.

  A giant one.

  I sat down and smiled at her while she dealt the next hand. I could tell she was flustered by my obvious arousal. I didn't mind. It worked to my advantage. I needed her off balance. I played a little footsie under the table with her chilly little toes.

  I knew it was working when she lost the next hand.

  She set her cards down and picked up her drink. I leaned back and rubbed my finger over my lips. I was waiting for her to get her nerve up to show me the goods.

  She'd run out of jewelry.

  And shoes.

  It was finally time for that fancy silk dress of hers to come off. I wanted to look my fill at her. I wanted to eat her up and store her away for a rainy day.

  All the rainy days.

  "You're not welching, are you?"

  She set her drink down and stood.

  "Of course not. Also, my father is one quarter Welsh. So I wouldn't use that expression around him."

  I stared at her hungrily, itching to tear the dress off of her.

  "I don't want to talk about your father right now."

  She shook her head and her hair went tumbling over her shoulders. She slid one strap over her shoulder and smiled at me.

  "Neither do I."

  The dress seemed to shimmer as it slid down over her luscious curves. I inhaled sharply at the sight of her gleaming flesh. The mounds of her breasts shivering slightly in the sheer black lace bralette she wore. It matched the panties.

  The panties that made my mouth go dry.

  Her pussy- her gloriously pouty, small, hairless pussy was visible through the lace. I could practically taste it.

  I was going to taste it.

  Now dammit.

  "Down boy."

  She sat down across from me and picked up her cards.

  "The games not over yet."

  I swallowed, trying to regain control of myself. I'd been about to tear those little scraps of lace off her body. I could barely think, let alone talk.

  She smiled at me and pushed the cards across the table. It was my turn to deal. But I couldn't think straight.

  "Deal. I want to see that kitten."

  I growled at her, ignoring the cards.

  "You can see it right now."

  She wagged her finger at me.

  "No, I think don't think so. I want to earn it."

  "Camille…"

  She sipped her drink as I sat there, gripping the arms of the chair. I felt like a wild animal, ready to devour my prey. I would have her dammit. Now!

  I stood up and shoved the table aside. Cards went flying everywhere. I had her up on her feet and in my arms in the blink of an eye. I moaned at the contact between us. Her body felt like heaven. Her skin was so silky and plump and right. Her breasts pressed into my chest in a miraculous way.

  She was perfect.

  I had her leg up and hooked over my hip in two seconds. I had my tongue in her mouth in three. I was guiding her towards the bedroom in four.

  I lifted her clear off the floor and placed her in the center of the bed. Then I jumped on top of her. She let out a squeak as the bed bounced up and down. I wrapped myself around her dainty frame, grinding into her as the beast inside me took over.

  "Cade."

  I was tugging at her fancy underthings when she took my face and made me look at her. Her big blue eyes were so serious that my stomach did a flip-flop. I had no idea what she was going to say but I knew I wasn't going to like it.

  "I'm not going to have sex with you tonight, Cade."

  She smiled at me.

  "But we can do everything else."

  "Why? Are you a virgin?"

  She shook her head.

  "I just- I don't sleep around Cade. Okay?"

  It hurt, I'm not going to lie. But I nodded.

  "Alright, sweetheart. We don't have to do anything you don't want to. Just let me- Jesus, let me touch you."

  She lay back and smiled at me.

  "You can do whatever you want. Except that."

  Camille

  "I can work with that."

  Cade didn't look happy with my announcement but I knew he would keep his end of the bargain. I sighed, leaning back on the bed. I was relieved that Cade wasn't going to push me.

  I wanted him, yes. I was done fighting it. But I was afraid I would end up giving him my heart along with my body.

  And that I could not risk.

  On the other hand, a little fooling around might be just what the doctor ordered. The attraction between us was off the charts. I realized I wanted to get close to the flame.

  Just not too close.

  Cade growled as he started
pulling off my lingerie. His skin felt incredible everywhere he touched me. His cock pressed against my thigh, practically burning a hole through his shorts.

  Okay, maybe a lot of fooling around.

  I held my breath as he pulled my bralette off. His eyes were wide as he stared at my bare breasts. He made an appreciative sound as he lowered his head to them, lapping eagerly at my hard nipples.

  "Hmmff… perfect… so pretty… want you so bad… Camille…"

  I let my hands slide through his hair as he devoured my breasts, one at a time. He was like a starving man. But I knew he was well fed.

  He was starving for me.

  Knowing that he was desperate for me, feeling his passion, did something to me. Something profound. I felt a sense of my own power in a way I never had before. I did this to him.

  Me.

  He lifted his head and stared at me. His gorgeous blue eyes were softly focused and dark with desire. I'd never had a man look at me like that. The look was sweet but also hard. Possessive. That's when it hit me. The reason I'd been so skittish around him from the start.

  He didn't just want me.

  He wanted to own me.

  I let out a squeal as he tore my panties off my body. I heard the delicate lace rip in his eagerness to get me undressed. I didn't mind. They were only panties.

  And what he did to me next made up for it.

  And then some.

  Cade's mouth found my pussy, practically diving into it. He kissed me deeply, tonguing me the way he did when he kissed my mouth. I was gasping for air in seconds, my body writhing around on the bed.

  I felt penetrated but in a miraculous, wonderful, amazing way. And that was just his mouth Camille… I arched off the bed as he fucked me with his tongue. Like the rest of him, it was big and strong and perfect.

  Cade was perfect.

  That's what I thought as I closed my eyes, a surprisingly monumental orgasm ripping through me. I was shivering as I came down, my entire body covered in goosebumps. I realized I had actually lifted my hips up off the bed.

  Cade's hands were still holding my hips up as he blew cool air on my pussy. Then he started working on me again. I was so sensitive I nearly screamed as he swirled his tongue over my pussy lips. This time he licked upwards, flicking his tongue against my clit as I made high pitched whimpers. He slid one finger inside me and that was it.

  I came again, shuddering wildly in his hands. My whole body convulsed and I felt a tremendous release pour out of me, leaving me limp and sated. I was spread open, exposed to him, both my cheeks resting in his big, hot palms. I was a puddle of orgasmy goodness. I'd never felt anything like it in my life.

  But he still did not stop. After barely a pause, he began again, this time using his finger on my clit and his tongue inside me. He went slower this time, bringing me to the brink and keeping me there for what felt like forever.

  After the third orgasm he lifted his head. Our eyes met and I felt a shock of something wild and deep go straight to my core.

  We were two different people in that moment. Different than an hour before. Different maybe from who we'd ever been.

  He climbed up my body, his eyes never leaving mine. He kissed my lips and I tasted myself. Sweet and tangy. He brushed my hair out of my face, kissing my forehead. Then he guided his shaft to my slick lips. But he didn't push inside me. He just slid back and forth.

  If he had tried to fuck me then I would not have stopped him. I wanted him inside me. Desperately. I wanted him to fuck me and fuck me hard.

  But he was keeping his word.

  That knowledge did something to me. A hard twisted knot in my chest started to untangle itself, leaving me wide open. I stared up at him as he braced himself above me.

  The hot spear of his cock struck my clit with each long slow stroke. My lips curled around his shaft. My hands found his shoulders.

  I was afraid to speak.

  Afraid of what I might say.

  Cade

  "I won't go inside. But I have to touch you. Please Camille."

  "Yes."

  I groaned and let my cock slide up and down her pussy. It was slick with her juices and my saliva. Her skin was smooth and plump, grabbing onto my shaft with just the right amount of friction.

  I lowered my head and put my hips into it. No, I wasn't fucking her. But I was almost fucking her.

  This wasn't dry humping.

  It was wet humping.

  And it felt surprisingly good. Not as good as being inside Camille would feel, but it was going to have to be enough. I'd made the lady a promise. As hard as it was, it was the right thing to do.

  She made me want to do the right thing. To be a better man. To keep my promises.

  Even if it was tearing me apart.

  But what a sweet torture it was.

  Her nipples scraped my chest with each stroke. Her pussy teased my cock. My balls brushed against her lips as I curled my hips all the way up. I rode her hard but with pinpoint accuracy.

  Well, I almost rode her.

  I moaned in ecstasy as I felt my balls tighten up. Just then she started to shake and shimmy against me. I could almost feel her pussy wanting to draw me in. I imagined how it would feel as her sugar walls convulsed around me.

  That was it.

  My cock exploded, my balls pumping an endless stream of hot jizz onto her belly. I grabbed my cock, making sure it didn't slip lower. I didn't want to break my word and get my spunk all over her sweet pussy.

  That would sort of defeat the purpose of 'keeping it outside.'

  I cursed, my hips pumping uselessly into my hand. I wanted to be inside her dammit! I came harder than a freight train all the same though.

  Even this was much better than my imagination.

  Much, much better.

  I leaned over her, trying not to crush her with my weight. I felt incomplete somehow. I'd covered her torso with my come. But it wasn't where I wanted it.

  So help me lord, I wanted it inside her. I wanted her round with my baby. I wanted her home, warming my bed.

  Permanently.

  I kissed her and rolled away to clean up. Anything to keep from feeling what I was feeling. Or even worse, saying it out loud. I felt exposed. Vulnerable.

  Cade Dupree did not do vulnerable.

  I'd shown her how desperate I was for her. And she didn't even know the half of it. There was only one thing to do about it.

  I was going to have to trick her into falling for me too. Making her come about a thousand times would be a good start. Fucking her brains out wouldn't hurt either.

  Even though I'd given my word, I realized I was going to have to break it.

  To get her to ask me to break it.

  I hoisted her up and carried her into the bathroom. My monster-sized shower had a bench where I sat her cute little fanny down while I adjusted the nozzles.

  I lathered us both up before starting in on her again.

  I was going to fuck her out of my system. Even if it wasn't tonight, I needed to get inside her. Maybe if I fucked her enough, this desperate need for her would dial down to a dull roar.

  But first, I was going to make her beg for it.

  Camille

  I leaned back, letting Cade hold me up. His big brawny arms were wrapped around me, as he washed me. I moaned as his fingers splayed over my belly then slid lower, dancing over my clit.

  "Oh!"

  But he didn't linger. He washed my breasts again, rubbing the nipples until they were hard points. Then he delved lower again.

  He had no idea what he was doing to me. His light touch was driving me crazy, making me want more. Making me want much, much more.

  In fact, I was more turned on than I had been earlier. More turned on than I'd been in my life. By a mile.

  By a thousand miles.

  I was trembling with need by the time he turned the water off. He wrapped me in a towel, his hand somehow managing to press against my pussy as he reached forward to dry me off. I stifled a moan
, stepping away from him.

  I had to resist. This man could ruin me. I was already halfway to falling for him. More than half. I couldn't let myself fall the rest of the way.

  I knew how that would end.

  Badly.

  For me anyway.

  I tried not to stare as he dried off, tucking a towel around his trim waist. His upper body was so chiseled it boggled the mind. Broader than broad shoulders and thick, heavily muscled arms. I licked my lips as he chugged a power drink, tossed it in the waste bin and opened a new one. He winked at me as he downed the second beverage. He popped open a third bottle and offered it to me.

  I shook my head dazedly. The man could put away a lot of fluid. His eyes danced over my body as he drank the third drink and threw it away.

  He grabbed my towel and pulled. I held on as if my life depended on it. I knew if he got me naked again I wasn't going to be able to resist him.

  He would win. Maybe he already had.

  I was barely restraining myself from jumping his bones as it was. I glanced down and moaned. He was hard again, his huge cock making a mountainous tent in the towel he had wrapped around him.

  "What are you doing Cade?"

  He grinned at me, wiping the power drink from his lips.

  "Powering up for round two."

  "Round two?"

  My voice squeaked like a mouse as we played tug of war with my towel.

  That's when his towel dropped. My eyes were on his beautiful cock, so hard and clean and ready. It bobbed in the air, almost like it was waving hello.

  My lips opened and my tongue practically hung out.

  "Cami…"

  I was staring at it, wondering what the glistening drop on the tip might taste like. Salty, probably. Good, definitely.

  "Camille."

  "What?"

  "Let go of your towel."

  My eyes finally lifted to his. He was laughing at me. I must have looked ridiculous, staring at that monster cock of his and holding onto my towel for dear life.

  "What? Why? I need it."

  I sounded like an idiot. Like a kid who'd been caught with their hand in the candy jar. That knowing smile was back on his face as he took the last few steps towards me. My eyes were drawn downward again. 'It' was coming with him.