by Price, Jane
Camden studied his face, close to her own, reading what she saw there. His eyes were pleading, tender, and she saw in them an honesty she couldn’t deny. Even so, there was something in her that still wouldn’t break.
“I have a child to think of. I can’t bring people in and out of her life. If you want to be a part of our lives then you have to be serious.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” Vaughn said as his hand moved to the back of her neck, his mouth easing closer to hers. “I don’t think I’ve ever been jealous before today when I thought you were with someone else. I can’t risk that happening again. I lost you once and I’ll be damned sure not to let that happen again.”
Camden softened under his hands. Vaughn’s lips tasted her, warm and crushing. The scent of him surrounded her, spicy and virile and the familiar feel of his body pressed against hers was welcome after being apart for so long. She molded into him, and when his tongue lapped at her mouth, coaxing her, she readily met his with her own. His fingers climbed up her neck into her hair. The bite of his fingers fisting into her hair spurred her on, their kisses devouring.
Vaughn’s other hand explored down her body, strong fingers kneading her shoulders, her back, her hips. Camden arched her hips into him, feeling the heat of his growing erection rub into her. The pulsing heat between her legs grew and Camden could feel the wetness gathering there. Her nipples rubbed against the fabric covering them and her hand curled into the front of his shirt. The taste she had of him last night didn’t even come close to curbing the craving she had for him now.
Her nimble fingers found the bottom of his shirt. She pulled it up his body, and Vaughn broke their kiss to allow her to pull it up. Her hands exposed his olive skin, toned muscles, and she abandoned his shirt in favor of rubbing her hands over his chest, plucking at a nipple as she ran her fingers over them. Vaughn hissed in a breath and finished pulling his shirt up over his head.
Camden’s fingers trailed down his stomach to the dark hair that trickled down beyond his pants. She cupped his cock through his pants, kneading it. Vaughn watched her with heat in his eyes, his hand remaining tangled in her hair as she knelt down before him and unfastened his jeans. She delved her hand into his pants, revealing his thick erection. She flicked her eyes up to his.
“I’ve thought about this for two years. I can’t wait to taste you again.”
Vaughn’s head fell back as she enveloped him, her lips coating him until she had taken him all in. Vaughn moved his hips into her, dipping the crown into her mouth as she sucked him. Camden watched his muscles contracting as he moved in time with her lips. Her hand gripped his stalk, her lips bumping against it with frenzied vigor until he was pulling her back.
Vaughn tugged her up, the need in his eyes apparent.
“I want to bury myself in you, Cam. When I’m done with you there’ll be no question in your mind that you belong to me. And me to you.” Camden melted at the need in his voice, the jealousy.
Deftly unbuttoning her pants, Vaughn burrowed a hand between her legs, cupping her sex and pressing the heel of his hand to her clit. Camden bucked into him, the wetness he found there surging. She laced her hands around his neck and rocked into him. Vaughn slid two fingers into her warm wet cleft, and she let out a moan.
The need in his eyes intensified. Vaughn wrapped a strong arm around her waist and picked her up, his other hand maintaining its barrage. She held tight to his neck and wrapped her legs around him as he supported her with his free hand. Vaughn moved them through the house, Camden’s fingers biting into his neck, a silent urge for him to staunch the ache building in her sex. Entering the bedroom, Camden’s hands left his neck, frantic to pull her shirt off. She managed to pull it over her head and let it drop to the floor.
Hovering over the bed, Vaughn’s hand snaked out of her pants and, with both hands, gripped her ass and pulled her into the heat of his cock. The pressure it placed on her needy clit sent tremors racing through her. Camden’s hips rode his erection, unable to stop the need to intensify the pleasure. Vaughn groaned, the sound was gratifying, powerful.
He let her slide down his body and drop onto the bed. Camden kicked off her pants and Vaughn did the same. He came down onto the bed on top of her. Vaughn gripped his fist over her bra and pulled it down with enough force that she heard the lace tear. His hands were immediately upon her bared breasts, and Camden quivered against his touch. Her hands extended over her head, giving herself over to him. Skin to skin and laying against her, Vaughn rubbed his cock against her, his fingers stimulating her aching nipples.
“I missed how your body felt against mine, Cam.” His voice was rough and warm against her.
Bending his head, Vaughn licked the tight points of her nipples. His teeth grazed lightly over it and a throb of desire flooded through Camden. He bathed the tip, swathing it with his tongue. Then moved to the other one, sucking it into his mouth, driving her wild. The tension was building in her body, his cock teasing her, his mouth on her chest.
“Vaughn, please.” She whimpered.
Vaughn straightened and smiled, watching her with burning eyes. He drew his hips back and Camden felt the head of his cock against her. He slowly plunged his hips forward, her body sheathing him in her heat. He groaned as he immersed himself in her. Vaughn started a slow rhythm, easing out of her, into her. The slow scrape of flesh over her burning skin only intensified the fervor. Camden thrust her hips up to meet his, her hands reaching back to grab his ass, urging him in deeper, faster.
Vaughn yielded, his thrusts meeting hers with a frantic desire. Each drive of his cock into her had her writhing, pressure mounting towards ecstasy. Her body stiffened while her sex shuddered around him. Her body contracted, jolting into his. Vaugh wrapped his arms around her body, his body shuddering in release.
Camden lay back on the bed, limp in his arms. Vaughn rolled off of her body, arms still wrapping her, and settled in beside her. With her head pressed against his chest, Camden listened to the beating of his heart finally begin to slow. Vaughn’s hand began a slow path up and down her back as they both recovered.
Camden smiled against his chest. “I can’t remember many times we slept together in a bed. If ever.”
“We have. That time you came up to see me while I was in University.”
“That was, what, 6 years ago? How do you remember that?”
“You’d be surprised how much I remember about you. You came up and I took you to that frat party.” He said, still stroking her hair.
“Oh right. And I got so drunk. I don’t remember having sex, though. Just waking up feeling like shit.” Camden groaned at the memory.
“We didn’t have sex, but we did sleep together. In a bed no less.”
“Why is it that you remember that night?” Camden propped herself up on her elbows, looking up at Vaughn.
“It’s actually a really vivid memory I have of you. It was one of the first times we met outside of the club and I had looked forward to you coming for weeks. I irritated the shit out of my roommate talking about your visit.”
“And then I ruined it by drinking too much.” She said, wrinkling her nose.
“No, not at all. You were pretty wasted, but you let me wrap my arm around you while we walked back to my place, and you let me hold you all night long. Those were things we were never allowed to do any other time we met in secret. And, best of all, you answered every question I asked you as if you were given a truth serum. And I really took advantage of that.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows and grinning.
“What? You never told me that before. What did I tell you?”
“All kinds of things, like you thought my mother was a scraggily old bag, and that when I got old I would have a huge nose just like my old man. And that you loved me.”
“I did not.” Camden groaned. She knew she talked a lot, and more so when she had a couple of drinks. But she had no idea she could get so loose lipped when she was drinking.
“Oh, but you did.” Vaughn
said, grin still firmly in place.
“That’s so embarrassing. I can’t believe you ever wanted to see me again.” Camden buried her head in his chest.
“It’s not as bad as you’re thinking, it was hilarious.” When she still wouldn’t look at him, Vaughn coaxed her chin with a hook of his finger. When he spoke again his voice was gentle. “How about I make it up to you? Why don’t I confess something to you to make up for it?”
“Okay, but it better be good.”
“When I saw you with Isla today, rocking her, singing, letting her smear her goopy hands all over your hair, I thought it was sexy as hell. And I love you.”
She shook her head. “You’re crazy.”
“No, really. Seeing how much you love her, knowing that she came from both of us. That you’re both mine to love, it’s powerful. I like watching you as a mother.”
Camden smiled against his chest. “I’m happy that you want to be a part of her life, and maybe mine too.”
“Are you really still not convinced? I am already a part of your life, Isla’s too. This is real and it’s already started, so you better learn to like it.”
“You better learn to not boss me around.”
“But I like bossing you around. We have the best sex when you’re all riled up.”
She settled her head on his chest again, letting her fingers run over his body. She smiled as the skin under her hands shivered in response.
“Well, if you’re so serious about this then you’re in for a big shock with two of us full time.”
“I think you’re right. I’m probably in over my head with just you, never mind Isla.” Vaughn sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know anything about kids. I’m pretty sure I knew my nanny better than I knew my own parents. I’m not sure I’m qualified to do this.”
“Oh, don’t worry, Isla will give you a crash course. Just a tip, though, you may want to up your dry cleaning budget. I don’t think kids and Italian tailored suits go well together.”
“Good tip.”
As the exhaustion from the last two days settled over her, she cozied in closer to Vaughn, letting his warmth envelope her.
“I wonder what your mother will say when you tell her.” Camden said around a yawn.
“Oh don’t you worry about her. She’s gotten a lot softer since you saw her last. Besides, she may come across as a scraggily old bag, but she loves me. If I tell her I love you, she’ll love you too. And I have a feeling she’ll welcome a granddaughter.”
“I wish the same could be said about my parents.”
“Don’t you think they’ll come around, now that everything will be out in the open?”
“That’s almost worse, like they only want to meet Isla because you’re her dad, not because she’s my daughter.”
“Whatever happens with them, we’ll still be together. We can be our own family.”
Camden blinked back the tears that wet her eyes. After all this time on her own, she finally felt all the love she had been missing. She snuggled in close to Vaughn, the father to her daughter, the man she loved, the one who understood every crazy part of her and loved it all.
THE END
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Secret Life
He shifted his gaze in my direction and I knew he was the one my friend Tracy told me about. He wore the black blazer, white shirt and a red corsage that was supposed to match my dress. I got up and walked over to him with a confident smile on my face. I couldn’t tell whether he smiled back at me because of the masks but I knew he was excited by the bulge in his pants. Tracy had assured me that this place was discreet and I would have a great time. From the way events were unfolding, I could tell that she was right.
I needed the discretion; I couldn’t afford being seen by the tabloids at a place like this, but I couldn’t also deny myself the pleasures that were being offered. My red hot dress, lips, nails and toes were the same shade of red and I had deliberately chosen that color to indicate ‘danger’. I wanted the powerful men to know what they were approaching and to warn the weaker, slower ones to stay away.
I loved the décor of the place; it screamed of wanton sex and pleasure. The curtains were a deep shade of red and there were all types of sex toys available. The drugs being consumed at the party only got everyone more excited and that was exactly what I needed, pure excitement.
I didn’t need any drugs to find it though, I had already found it. I stopped half way and with a nod dared him to meet me the rest of the way. He got the message loud and clear and didn’t bother to try to hide his erection as he walked over to me. My pussy started tingling as he ran his tongue over his supple lips and I knew I was in for a very good time.
“You’re looking hot”, he whispered seductively in my ear and I could feel the moisture pooling in my thong panties. I don’t know why I bothered wearing them. If things went the way I wanted them to go, they would just get ripped off me and be ruined. But then, that’s always aroused me.
I let him place his hands at the small of my back and he rubbed his very erect cock slowly up against my lower belly as he took a sip from his glass. I couldn’t tell what he was drinking until he leaned in closer and kissed me letting the liquor slip from his mouth to mine. I detected a mixture of gin and something else but I couldn’t tell exactly what it was. I was too busy enjoying the zingers of excitement and heat running through my body. He had barely touched me and I was ready to explode.
“I want you to feel how ready I am for you”, I said.
He took one look at my face and knew I was miles ahead of him. He slipped his fingers beneath my dress and found my thong. As I predicted, one little tug and it was out of the way. I could tell by his moan that he was pleased he now had full access.
He played around with his fingers and I loved how he searched and kneaded, pinched and squeezed. I felt his erection pulsing against me and I wanted nothing more than to feel the length of him deep inside me. The room was dimly lit and everyone else in the room seemed to be having sex with someone. The few moans that escaped their throats turned me on even more and I didn’t want to miss out on all the fun.
He took my hand and directed me to a lonely corner and pinned me to the wall. I wanted to ask his name but decided against it. I wasn’t here to make friends; I was here to indulge in my fantasies and have a good time. He lifted up my dress and got down on his knees before slipping his head in between my thighs and letting his tongue work around my clit. He placed both my thighs on his shoulders and from the way he effortlessly lifted me I could tell that he worked out a lot.
An involuntary moan escaped my mouth and I felt like the world was at my feet and I was its Queen. No one had ever made me feel this good with their tongue, not even my husband. I blamed most of it on the drink that I just had and simply let go. He took his time with me; he was slow and caring for a stranger and handled me like a very fragile object.
I could see a few more men walk around and look over at us with envy. One of them waved to us but I was too absorbed in the sensations overwhelming me to respond. He must have felt ignored as I watched him walk over to us and look at his friend having so much fun.
“Hey, mind if I have a go at it?” he asked, but was completely ignored.
I felt like a priced possession by the way my man was territorial didn’t want to share me, but at the same time, I wondered how good the stranger might be. With his head still under my dress he shooed the stranger away like one would a fly. He then got to his feet but still held on tightly to my legs. They were now firmly secur
e around his waist as he pulled me closer to him and whispered in my ear.
“You are mine tonight, I don’t want to share”, he said before unzipping his pants and setting his very aroused cock free. It sprung to life as soon as his trousers hit the floor and I was mesmerized by the size of it. He was humongous and I thanked God that he couldn’t see my facial expression behind the mask.
“My, oh my!” I let out as I stretched forward and could not resist the urge to grab hold of it and feel it pulsing. I felt him jolt at my touch and I moved closer to him. We were pelvis to pelvis as his pulsing cock probed in between my thighs.
He then lifted me from the wall and placed me on my back on the cold marble floor. I loved how the cold floor caressed my skin and I stretched out my hands and let them lay carelessly opposite each other. He lifted my dress up to my waist and placed a hand over my mouth as the other hand travelled down to my crotch. He plunged two fingers deep inside me and rubbed his thumb hard over my clit.
