by Wyatt, Dani
She was taking little fuck-me-please breaths, she probably didn’t even know that’s what they were. He had heard them plenty of times, but never from someone he gave a shit about.
This needed his time, not just his cock, and even though it was pissing off his dick-brain to no end, he was going to take the time to show her something more.
“What?” Her voice shook as he held himself between her legs, kneeling, his elbows locked making him a bridge over her hips.
“This —” Cameron heard his voice catch in his throat.
Her eyes bore into his, looking to him for a lifeline, for whatever came next.
Invisible fingers began tightening around his windpipe.
“This Vic — us — I gotta know because it’s the real fucking deal for me. I have to know for you if you’re in it with me. As much as I am — because if you’re not, if you have fucking doubts and there is any part of you that doesn’t understand where exactly my head is at as far as we are concerned, tell me right fucking now. I will always be here for you, no matter what, but this isn’t some playground for me. This is me, all in, no holds barred — “
He felt the burning in his lungs like he wasn’t getting enough oxygen.
He could feel the heat rising from her chest and the soft curves as her breath moved in and out of her lungs, circling around his head like some sweet, poisoned mist. With a deep exhale, he met her eyes again, cocking his shoulders forward until her face was all he could see.
“So, if you’re here with me, then it’s gotta be all the fucking way because I can’t do this half way. It’s fast, I get it, but we’ve been edging around this forever. I just need to know if you’re all in or not. ‘Cause if you’re not, we have to stop right now.”
The rose pink moved into her cheeks, and Cameron felt his body tense like a snake ready to strike. She was beyond beautiful, like something that didn’t even belong on this earth, let alone right there inside this room with him. He was part conqueror and part steward, but she had the reins for the moment.
What he felt for her flew somewhere between mad obsession and paternal commitment. She already owned him, but she had no fucking idea just how consuming he would be in her life, and he needed to know she was ready.
“I’m here aren’t I? Do you think I would have come back if I weren't sure??”
Her little bob-and-weave didn’t fool him for a second.
“That’s not what I’m asking and you know it.”
“What do you want me to say, Cam? What are you asking? You want some lifelong commitment? I’m here, I’m feeling things I didn’t imagine would ever happen for someone like me.”
Cameron’s head jerked to the side, his eyes darting to the ceiling. It took sheer will, but he let that one slide, this ‘someone-like-me’ shit was going to stop, but he needed to keep her focused.
“I’m fucking asking if right now — this second — fuck, Vic, I feel like my heart is only beating because yours is. I feel like everything in my life before yesterday was black and white, and now it’s all high-def, full color, 3D, blow your fucking mind techni-color. I can’t fucking breathe without knowing you’re okay and you’re safe and I’m going to get to touch you again. To taste you, to feel you. What I need to know is if you are in it like that, right now. Tomorrow will be tomorrow, you know I’ve never worried too fucking much about what’s going to happen, I live in the now. Fuck history, fuck future, tell me 100% this second that you feel it too.”
He lurched between her legs, his cock already out of the gate and just the brush of her against the outside of his jeans had lightning bolts shooting into his balls.
He could smell her warm, sweet breath. The starlight mint from the cafeteria still lingered, and he leaned closer, breathing in her every exhale. Every tiny movement of her body registered off the damn Richter scale inside his pants.
“God, look at me. I’m shaking, my heart is beating so fast I feel like I’m going to pass out, other parts of me are feeling things I didn’t think were possible. I can barely take a breath with you like this. I can feel you, Cameron, I don’t understand it, but I can. Like you are inside me, like a warmth that comes from nowhere that makes any sense. It’s like I’m vibrating at some new frequency, like everyone else in the world is somehow separate, distanced. But, when you are right here, I don’t even know where I end, and you begin.”
Each word summoned an even deeper craving inside Cameron, if he had his way, he would lock the doors and live on her until the cops came looking.
“You get how this is going to be? I don’t do half-way, so listen closely, because, after this, there’s no going back. I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to take care of you with my cock, my tongue and every other part of my body that can bring you pleasure. But, it’s more, it’s me watching you, making sure you’re safe, taking care of every-damn-thing, no one will ever fuck with you again, not even yourself. And, you have to fucking let me because your head is fucked up sometimes when it comes to how you let people treat you. You’re going to listen to me, do what I tell you or you’re gonna get a hand on your ass, get it? Your father never watched out for you, did what he should have, treated you like you deserve. But, I fucking will. But, it’s all or nothing, you fuck up, you break the rules, it’s gonna be your ass. Get it? I’m fair, but you’ve got some bad habits, and nothing’s going to change if nothing changes.”
Cameron knew it was right; it’s what she needs. No one understood her like he did, knew her like he did, watched the filth and scum treat her like some indentured servant and weak prey to be chased down.
But, he also knew she had a twelve inch, steel reinforced wall of defense built around her, and she could certainly decide to hide behind it and send him packing.
“I want everything to change.” Victoria said.
Five words came out of those lips just before she leaned into him and brushed against his. His hair trigger cock didn’t need anything else, his tongue opened her up and swooped into her mouth like the cavalry coming to save some cornered battalion.
Thank you.
24
By now, Cameron’s cock was in full revolt. But, it was just too damn bad because he needed to court her with his kiss. Besides, she tasted like some mixture of lust and sweet innocence that he couldn’t get enough of.
He had never smoked a cigarette, snorted a line, or even looked at a needle, but he knew what is was like to be addicted. To have a need for something so deep in every cell of your body that when it wasn’t there, you were sick. She was his heroin, one shot, and you’re done.
The moment his body entered hers for the first time, she became the needle in his arm and every minute of life since then, every thought was of how and when he could get his next fix.
Cameron lifted his torso, taking his weight off his arms but keeping his tongue set deep, exploring her mouth. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her open legs onto his belly and without breaking their kiss, swooped her up and around, switching so her body connected straddling him as he took his seat on the couch, her hot heat seated on top of his straining groin.
Immediately, her hips began to sway, he was as full and thick as he could get inside the fabric of his jeans, and Victoria turned on a dime, Cameron could feel the heat between her legs almost scalding him as she began to move and dry-hump him like a bitch in heat.
He wanted to see what she would do, to give her the reins for a moment and see if took to it like a vixen. She pulled her face back, looking down at him as her hips moved over Cameron’s engorged shaft.
“Does that hurt?” Her eyes were already at half-mast and Cameron had to dig his fingers into his palms to keep some level of control.
“Ahhh, no — but it would feel a shit ton better without all this denim in between.”
Her incredible tits were right at lip level, so to distract him from his greedy, demanding cock, he gave her a soft bite through her t-shirt while he slid his hands onto the smooth, warmth of her waist.
Then, he continued the soft tour around to her back, pushing her open legs harder onto his cock, grinding her onto him as her breathing became an uneven stutter.
“You like that, baby girl?” Cameron took another nibble through the t-shirt, harder this time. By then, her hips had started to turn to locomotives, he got the hint she was going to take to what he planned for her just fine.
He had never wanted to engulf someone like he did her. He always knew he was a fuck machine, a filthy, demanding sex beast, but this was different.
There were things he knew he wanted from her that he never wanted from anyone before. Things long planned, cultivated in his fantasies, but never would he sully the purity of what he wanted for them with anyone before.
It may well be hard for some others to understand, but he cared for her utterly, like a parent must care for their child. He needed her to submit to him, to let him show her just how much he needed to be part of everything about her.
He could see it in her eyes, feel it in the way her body moved, then halted, stopped just before she let herself go completely. He wanted to bring her complete freedom, a place where there were no harsh lines, no separation between them, only trust and loyalty and the knowledge that he only wanted what was best for her, now and forever.
Cameron could feel her body beginning to shake, his own lust crazed dick almost ready for a full mutiny by now.
She turned to silk under his fingers, all the hard tension melted away, that amour she wore everyday fell away. She was all soft curves and pliant flesh. Whoever it was that told her she was anything less than a fucking 10 should be gutted.
“Cam —” Her voice broke into his haze.
“What?” It took a hell of a lot of restraint to break away and look at her for a moment as her hips fell silent.
“My dad is going to kill me if he finds out. He will — “
“He won’t fucking do anything, babe.”
Not if he wants to take another breath, or walk upright again.
“I just can’t stop worrying about what’s going to happen if people find out.”
“People? What the fuck do you care about ‘people’? And if you mean your dad, don’t you fucking worry about him. He hasn’t done you any favors in your life, and it’s time someone taught you what it’s like to be honored for once. I’ll deal with Roger and whoever else needs to be fucking dealt with, okay? So, for now, just stop worrying. That isn’t your job anymore. You’re my girl. I’m the one with the balls, so that means I deal with that shit, not you.”
Victoria had been their damn servant for too long. Taking care of everything her father and Larry should have. It wasn’t just the gym, she practically ran the place from the business end and day to day operations. Those two knew how to train fighters, but they didn’t know shit from shinola about paying the bills, liability, insurance, keeping staff in line, blah, blah.
Nope, they had left all that work up to her from the moment the state didn’t obligate them to have her in school all day.
Fuckers. Never even asked her what she wanted to do with her life. They just took it, like she belonged to them. Well, there’s a new sheriff in town and they better turn tail and run before I plant my foot so far up their ass I’m tap dancing on their tongue.
That was enough. She needed an attitude adjustment, and his cock was just the teacher she needed at the moment.
“Listen to me.” He kissed her lips so hard she yelped into his mouth. He tore away as she took a hitched gasp for air. “You’re going to do what I tell you, no fucking questions; you just do as you’re told, or you’re going to discover exactly what I mean about my hand on your ass.”
Her lashes fluttered, but she kept quiet. She was ready for lesson one, obedience.
“Ease off and stand up.” Cameron’s dick was yelling obscenities inside his head as he gently pushed her from their heated crotch connection.
He guided her until she stood like a precious doll looking down at him for her next order.
“Take your clothes off. Everything.” His voice dropped two octaves as he intoned the command.
“Cam — can’t we just — “
“NO questions. You said you fucking trust me, so — trust me.”
“I feel silly.”
“There is not one fucking thing silly about you right now. You know what’s inside my pants right now -- you felt it -- that doesn’t happen unless things are quite fucking serious, babygirl. Now, unless you want your first time over my knee to start before we are even out of the gate, so be it. Otherwise, get naked.”
Cameron knew his cock was about to test the limits of his skin; it couldn’t get any thicker without causing some physical damage. He had never been so hard in his life, but it looked like he might keep setting records in that department with her around.
“Good girl — “
She moved slowly at first; the t-shirt came over her head, her eyes falling to the floor.
“Look at me. Don’t look down. I’m right here.” He needed her to stay with him, to watch his face and see just what she did to him.
She shook long tendrils of her hair around as she unhitched her bra and let the round, softness of her magnificent tits free.
Cameron felt like someone hit him in the side of the head with a two by four. Her hair hung down over her left breast in a chestnut stripe, her pink, round peak pushing out between the silky soft drape.
“God you are are amazing.”
He could see the smallest spark in her eyes, her fingers moved to the button on her jeans without his urging as he pulled her lip between her teeth.
Fuck me, Jesus. She’s got the drop on me, and she has no fucking idea. I’m on a damn mission to ease every fear and doubt she has about herself. If I could find every fuck in the world that ever made her feel less than, I’d be more than happy to fill their faces with my fists.
For a moment, Cameron remembered the women he’d dated or fucked in the past; how aloof and indifferent he was — he was a complete prick with every one of them.
Not that it kept them away. They all begged for him to tell them what he was thinking, to try to break his shell and sink their claws into him. They were merely a release, a tool he used until he could finally be here here with her.
He kept himself guarded like Cerberus at the gates of Hades, with all of them. Now the script had flipped, all defenses were down, and he knew he was in deep.
By the time she flicked the jeans off her feet, he could already see the dark circle growing in the center of her cotton panties, and he had to remember to breathe.
Her fingers were shaking, so he gave her a second. Cameron didn’t break their gaze, he challenged her with his, daring her to retreat and urging her forward.
How could she think there was a damn thing to be embarrassed about this body? It a damn sculpture of lust; lush curves and the ebb and flow of soft lines has my dick about to fire off right now. Fuck me I want all of her right now. I want to grab two fist fulls of that prime cut ass for sure. Damn.
Cameron swallowed hard and ground his teeth together to keep his hands crossed over his wrenching gut as her fingers curled into the elastic of her panties and the last of any covering fell in a soft, white pool around her ankles.
He admired her for all she was. Innocent, soft, and beautiful, yet hardened and wise beyond her years. Her youth was wasted on old men that smelled of Jack Daniels and defeat. How anyone could harm her in body or spirit beyond was his comprehension.
“How do you feel standing here?”
Cameron’s eyes darted up and down, he couldn’t help but swallow her like an antidote to some long festering poison.
“I feel —” She licked her lower lip. “It’s so strange, I feel like I should cover myself, but I know that’s not what you want, so I’m trying really hard. But, I feel like if you don’t touch me, I’m going to die.”
Good girl, no lies, no bullshit. Just the truth.
“You’re not going to die, I promise you tha
t.”
I may die. Right fucking now. That is the fact, but you, I’ll be sure you’re okay.
“I feel like my skin is alive everywhere your eyes go. I feel it. Like a tingle or a warmth.”
God damn, she is one word away from a quick and dirty fuck bent over right where she stands. Easy boy, this one is different, you’re going to have to learn some new rules. There’s nothing quick and dirty about this one.
Victoria watched every movement of his eyes, like a cat sitting silent, toying with its prey. Her fingers twitched, her insecurity telling her to pull her arms around her waist, to take their usual position and cover the curve of her belly to shield her from ridicule.
Cameron shifted against the ecru linen cushion; he looked relaxed but intent.
He was sizing her up, planning his next move, watching her for weakness — no, not for weakness, for strength. He looked at her through his eyes with an admiration she dreamed of from her own father. A look that told her she was the center of the universe, the only human on the planet that held sway over his stony heart.
Only, that reverence never came from the one person in her life that should have been her protector and her champion. Instead, it came from Cameron, staring at her naked and trembling body with a bizarre combination of fatherly pride and lover’s lust.
Her skin felt like the dry tinder of a forest floor as the fire spread. She wanted to plead for him to touch her but she felt his eyes demanding her silence.
He watched her every breath, taking liberties with his eyes until Victoria felt her knees begin to buckle, and the warmth between her legs became slick on her inner thighs.
Her heart pounded out as S.O.S., and just when she felt a whimper of frustration cross her lips, Cameron stood up and closed the gap between them in one step. He rose over her like a monolith, hands on her cheeks pulling the blood toward his touch.
