Torpedo

by Joanna Blake

  Leading the way.

  I closed my eyes as I stepped backwards. The back of my knees came up against the mattress. I opened my eyes suddenly to find Cade leaning over me. He wasn't smiling at me though.

  He was staring at me with a hungry tenderness that took my breath away.

  "Camille…"

  I felt the towel slip from my limp hands with one gentle tug. Then his fingertips slid over my collarbones to my shoulders. I shivered as his fingers skimmed over my arms and up my back. He kissed me and I could feel the smile on his lips.

  That smug, knowing smile was back.

  He nibbled at my ear and wrapped one arm around me, hoisting me up and backwards to the center of the bed. I was lost. I knew it. I was going to let him fuck me. 'Let' was probably the wrong word.

  I couldn't wait to fuck him right back.

  I expected him to cover me with his body once I was naked on the bed. To take me now that I was willing and ready. That's what I wanted. A hard, quick fuck. But he didn't touch me at all. He held himself above me, staring down at me. Then I felt his fingers at my nipples, twisting them gently until they were rock hard.

  He lowered his head, lapping at my breasts with his hot lips. I sighed as he pulled one nipple into his mouth, running the sharp point of his tongue over it again and again. Just that was almost enough to get me off.

  But not quite.

  His hand slipped between my thighs, lightly tracing the edge of my pussy. I felt his fingers graze my lips over and over until I was squirming. I lifted my hips, eager for a firmer touch. But he just lifted his hand away, making a tsking sound. I lowered my hips and the sweet torture began again.

  "Cade…"

  "What sweetheart?"

  "Okay."

  "Okay what?"

  He leaned above me, his lips taking small nips of my breasts as his fingers worked below. Teasing and toying with me. He was a bastard and I hated him. I'd tell him too, just as soon as he was finished fucking me.

  "You win Cade."

  "What does that mean exactly, Princess? Spell it out for me."

  "Please… don't make me ask you."

  "Oh sweetheart, you misunderstood me."

  I felt relief wash over me as his fingers continued to play softly with my folds.

  "I don't just want you to ask."

  His finger flicked against my clit then. Hard. I gasped, my back arching off the bed.

  "I want you to beg."

  Cade

  I smiled to myself, watching the frustration and pride battle on her beautiful face. Camille wasn't just proud. She was prideful to the extreme. Haughty, upper crust society queen that she was, begging wasn't going to come easy to her.

  But beg she would.

  And soon, if I had anything to say about it.

  I eased my way down her body, moving my hands to her tits and my lips to her clit. Slowly I dragged my tongue up and down her slit, her hips rocking in time with my tongue. I almost laughed at how wet she was, she was so ready for me.

  But since my cock felt like it could cut glass, I was just as desperate as she was.

  More even.

  She didn't have to know that though.

  I pushed my tongue inside her, wanting it to be my cock instead. Thor was more than ready to bring the thunder. I was desperate to slide him in, bare skinned, and ride her slow. I pulled back and blew on her pussy, making sure to keep her from getting any real satisfaction.

  Not yet.

  "Oh God…"

  I grinned, flicking my tongue against her clit. If she was talking to God, then begging wouldn't be far off. Then I stopped, and started something else equally unsatisfying. A little touch here… a little lick there… the lady's hips jerked as she tried to follow my lips and tongue but it was no use.

  I was two steps ahead of her.

  I had what she wanted. And I was just waiting for her to say the word and I would give it to her. It was a second later when the word finally came.

  "Please…"

  I stopped, looking up at her. I pinched her nipple and swirled my tongue over her clit. She almost screamed in frustration when I stopped abruptly.

  "Please what?"

  "Please Cade… I want you to fuck me."

  I blew on her pussy again.

  "I'm listening."

  "Please fuck me Cade…"

  Well, damn. The lady had a way with words. Thor was telling me that was good enough. But I wanted her to say it plain as day.

  "Almost there, Princess."

  I heard her curse and laughed under my breath at the unladylike words coming from her pristine lips. Then I got back to work, teasing her into a frenzy. She was close to coming when I heard the words I wanted to hear.

  "Unfff… Cade I am begging you to fuck me. Please… OH GOD PLEASE FUCK ME! Is that what you want to hear? Tell me what to say and I will say it."

  I lifted my head and smiled at her. I practically vaulted into position over her, guiding my cock to her sopping wet pussy lips. I knew she would be tight from the way she'd felt on my tongue and fingers, but she was more than ready.

  "Yes Princess… that's exactly what I wanted to hear."

  I pushed forward, sliding my bare cock into her slick hot pussy. Fuck me, she was tight. And silky. And God damn if her pussy didn't feel like some sort of sweet and juicy quick sand, sucking me in.

  Sucking me straight to heaven.

  I moaned like a man who had just found salvation. And I had. If I could just get all the way inside.

  Easy boy…

  Around me, Camille was quivering, opening up. Letting me into her glorious body. But I knew I was going to bust a nut without getting all the way in if I didn't pick up the pace.

  I had better get on with it if I wanted the full effect.

  I grimaced and shifted position, raising myself up on one arm. I needed room to maneuver. I reached down with my other arm to strum her clit. I knew it wouldn't take long.

  Three…

  Two…

  One…

  KAPOW!

  Camille's pussy clamped down on the tip of my cock, hard. So hard it almost hurt. But in a good way.

  A very, very good way.

  Then the fluttering began. Camille's pussy was rolling over me in waves. It was pretty much a world-class dick massage.

  I eased in a bit further and she grabbed hold of my rod, pulling me in. I groaned and pushed forward. She was thrashing like a wildcat underneath me. I held her down, slowly starting to plunge in and out of her.

  Holy Christ on a cracker she felt good!

  Camille was bucking against me, not slowing down as I kept her coming as long as possible. My fingers were busy. I thanked God again for blessing me with physical dexterity as she made a sound that was one-hundred percent inhuman.

  She sounded just like that fancy cat of hers.

  I grinned as I plowed into her relentlessly. If I could make the woman meow like a damn cat, I was pretty sure I could manage her when we weren't fucking. Of course, I was still way too close to finishing. I didn't want this to be over.

  Then again, now that I was almost the whole way inside her… there was no rule that said I had to pull out after I came… I was pretty sure Cami wouldn't complain if there was an encore to this performance.

  I grunted as my body took over. My balls swelled and then pulsed as my seed came barreling out of my shaft like a freight train. I roared as my cock exploded, filling her up with an endless stream of come.

  I leaned forward with my head on her shoulder. My whole body felt like it was full of fireflies. The soles of my damn feet were tingling!

  This woman was dangerously close to making me say something foolish.

  The L word. Or the B word. Or the 'aw hell let's shack up for good' word.

  Then again, coming harder than you ever had in your life could do that to a man. It didn't mean anything more than that. She'd made me wait, and it had paid off.

  In spades.

  I pressed a ki
ss to her forehead. Then lower, behind her ear. Then her neck. I could feel her hard little nipples against my chest. Her smooth skin. The ripples of pleasure deep inside her when my cock was still lodged.

  That's when Thor started to stir again.

  I grinned. Yep. No reason to wait for round three with this beauty beneath me. She was a bona fide hard on factory.

  Boners on demand. Ready to ship. Quality assured.

  I flexed my hips, testing the waters. Oh yeah, I was definitely hard enough to fuck again. It had taken less than thirty damn seconds to go from spent to rock hard.

  Even for me, that was a record.

  I leaned up on my forearms so I could watch her this time. Hell, I might even flip her over so she was on top. I considered my options but decided against it. She looked a little too dazed for that.

  I didn't want her to tip over.

  No worries, I was more than happy to drive.

  Camille

  I stared up at the greek god moving above me.

  Cade was riding me, picking up steam again. I'd just finished what felt like the world's biggest orgasm. Now I was tingling again, getting close to another mind-boggling climax. I could not believe he was still going.

  Then a sneaky suspicion entered my brain.

  "Cade- hmmm- oh God- did you- uhhh- did you come?"

  He grinned down at me.

  "Yes ma'am."

  "What are you- ohhhh…"

  The man was a machine. He was literally a machine. He'd just finished coming and was almost instantaneously back at it, fucking me again with a fully erect cock. I felt like he was slowly, gently jackhammering me into oblivion. I let my head fall back as I felt another orgasm start to build.

  "Oh God…"

  "That's right Princess, come for me."

  I looked up into Cade's smug face and did exactly as he asked. I felt my body convulsing around his rock hard shaft. He was immoveable. Unstoppable. He fucked his way through my orgasm, never stopping for a minute, never letting me catch my breath or take a break from the overwhelming sensations.

  I was panting with exertion when he finally stopped for a moment, his cock embedded deep inside me. He leaned up and ran his rough palms over my breasts.

  "Damn Cami, you're wilder than a raccoon with rabies!"

  "Did you… hmmffff- did you just call me a raccoon???"

  He grinned at me, flexing his hips. I shuddered with an aftershock. He grinned at me.

  "A wildcat then. Raccoons are a little too crazy for my taste. They are cute though. And they got thumbs!"

  He was really infuriating. Making jokes when I was trying to recover from his powerful sport fucking. He was really lording it over me.

  This will not do at all.

  Two could play at that game. I lifted my hips up and squeezed. Cade's face went blank. His eyes widened. The smug look was gone. I grinned as he inhaled. Then he started to shake.

  "Fuck Cami… Oh God!"

  Cade Dupree started coming like a freight train. He plowed into me again and again, bucking wildly. He'd lost control completely. I lost myself too as another orgasm overtook me.

  I thrashed spasmodically as Cade lifted his head and roared above me. I felt his cock expanding, sending tingles shooting all over my body. He grunted as he thrust into me one last time and went still.

  He lay there with his head on my shoulder for a few long minutes. I noticed he was careful not to crush me, which I appreciated. Cade was surprisingly considerate. It definitely scored him a few more points.

  Not that he needed them. He'd done more than impress me. He'd won me over completely.

  Then again, he seemed like I'd done a number on him too. He was still shaking slightly. I could feel his heart thudding through his chest.

  I smiled, knowing that I was the one who did that to him.

  For all his swagger and bravado, the man was vulernable.

  My smile faded as I realized what that meant. He was as effect by me as I was by him. Maybe he even… had feelings for me.

  Like I was rapidly developing for him.

  Oh yes, this was one hell of a mess.

  Finally he lifted his thick body away from mine. I heard a wet sound as he slowly pulled out of me. The cool air of the hotel room hit my sensitive flesh. That's when I noticed it. I was lying in a major wet spot. Not a little one either. This was an epic wet spot. And it wasn't just the bed.

  It was inside me.

  "Cade… I'm soaking wet."

  He grinned.

  "Two loads will do that Princess."

  "What do you mean two loads?"

  He shrugged.

  "No rubber sweetheart. You made me see Jesus. Twice."

  "You didn't wear a condom?"

  He shook his head.

  "I kind of got carried away. We both did. Besides, I couldn't bring myself to waste the opportunity."

  "The opportunity to what?"

  He reached down to my hip and slapped it.

  "Skin on skin, sweetheart. Nothing like it."

  I stared at him, aghast. I hadn't been thinking clearly enough to ask him to wear a condom. He probably thought I was on the pill. But I wasn't on the pill.

  I WAS NOT ON THE PILL.

  "Cade, I'm not on birth control."

  He gave me an infuriatingly cheeky grin. Like He didn't give a damn if he knocked me up. Like he thought it might be a whole lot of fun.

  "Cheer up, dollface. What's the worst that could happen?"

  I opened my mouth and screamed.

  "YOUUUU IDIOTTTT!"

  Cade

  I rubbed my cheek, staring at the door as it slammed shut behind her. Camille was angrier than a hornets nest at a backyard barbeque. She was more riled up than a bear at a honey-eating contest.

  She was more fired up than a wart on Satan's ass.

  My eyes were still ringing from the scolding she'd given me. I hadn't been yelled at like that since I cut my cousin Leanna's ponytail off at the church social when I was five.

  Camille was louder and meaner than all the church ladies combined!

  The woman was a banshee. A she-devil risen up from Hades to torment men with her beauty and fierce tongue. She was the offspring of a prickly pear and porcupine.

  She was mean.

  It was hard to believe that someone who looked like an angel could have that many mean words stored up inside her. She should be full of ice cream and lollipops. Instead she was full of piss and vinegar.

  She'd called me more bad names than I'd heard in a dog's age. Moron. Idiot. Player. Manwhore. Dillweed. Dickweed. Simpleton. Backwards hillbilly.

  That last one had hurt. Even if it was true. Especially because it was true.

  Screw that. I was a damn hillbilly and proud of it! I scowled at the mirror.

  But I was not backwards dammit.

  Anyway, I'd won. I had more than accomplished my mission. I'd gotten the upper hand. The woman couldn't stay mad at me forever. Not after I'd made her come like that. She'd be back for more.

  Soon I hoped.

  I wanted her, even after three loads of daddy ice cream. More than I'd wanted any damn thing in my life. So what if we'd been careless? I wasn't too worried. I'd be more than happy to have a baby with her.

  I'd be God damn thrilled about it.

  Getting a lady knocked up was a time-honored way to seal the deal. Most women I knew would not be complaining about it either. But most women weren't Camille. She was one of a kind, that was for sure.

  She'd come around. I was sure of it.

  She had too.

  But she didn't.

  Almost a week later I was literally going to go out of my mind. It had been days now without seeing her. She had ignored my calls over the rest of the weekend, and hadn't come to spring training the past few days either. I was on the verge of going over there and demanding she see reason. That she talk to me.

  That she get back into my bed.

  But I wasn't so sure that would go over so well with th
e lady though. Or her papa. Not that I was afraid of either of them.

  If I went over there though, she might sic her cat on me.

  I wasn't embarrassed to admit that Uzuri scared me a little bit. If this kept up much longer, I was prepared to face down Camille, Mr. Rivers and the damn cat. I was going slightly out of my mind imagining Cami all along and angry at me. Cami crying. Or even worse, Cami running into the arms of that slick rich ex-boyfriend of hers.

  I'd never obsessed over a woman like this. I'd never lost sleep over a skirt. Hell, I'd never even been jealous before.

  I didn't like it.

  Oh yeah, I was screwed. Never mind six ways from Sunday. I was screwed sixty ways from Sunday.

  Luckily I had a little distraction coming my way this weekend. Five of 'em to be exact.

  Lucy, Jenny, Craig, Shep and little Tammy were all coming to see me.

  I just had to get Cami calmed down before then. Because she was going to meet all of 'em. Whether she wanted to or not.

  Camille

  I was going to kill him.

  That's what I'd been thinking for days now. I'd been calmly contemplating murdering the idiot who'd put me in this position. I'd even considered different techniques before settling on feeding him to a pack of wild dogs. Or pushing him into a well. Or shipping him off to the tundra.

  Basically anything that might happen in a Liam Neeson movie.

  Cade Dupree better be enjoying his last few days on Earth, because I was going to kill the sonofabitch. Slowly. Just as soon as I took care of my little lapse in judgment.

  I was even angrier with myself. I was not a stupid girl. I should have noticed he hadn't put on a rubber. Or that he'd finished inside me.

  Twice.

  I rubbed my forehead, wondering how the hell I had let this happen. Cade had worked his way under my skin and into my panties. Not just that either, he'd shown me the time of my life. It had been by far the best sex I'd ever had. It wasn't even in the same category.

  And then he'd ruined it by pulling this caveman stunt.