Sex Sessions: Uncut (Camera Tales #1)

by Charisse Spiers

  He worked his way to fame only to betray me the one time I needed him to perform. Figures...

  I bend forward and turn on the water, waiting for the temperature to warm. It doesn't take long before I'm stopping up the drain to let the tub fill. My thoughts are becoming more scrambled as I push off the tub, still silent. My movements are robotic as I turn down the spotlights above the tub to dim, the only ones on in the room. Then, I turn on the surround sound, letting the iPod that is sitting in the dock play on shuffle mode.

  I work hard to keep my eyes off of her for the moment. I need to omit the not so little problem still in effect. The one that is also currently not a result of pharmaceuticals, might I add. Is this normal for the average man immediately after releasing himself? Almost never. You at least have to give it a short period of rest before it's able to stand at attention again. That's just the basics of male dick dynamics.

  I place my left hand on the wall as I come to stand at the toilet. Gripping the rim of the condom, I remove it, and then toss it in the garbage can beside me. Water begins to slosh. "Did I upset you somehow?"

  That voice. I love her voice. Her accent is quickly becoming my kryptonite. Head in the game.

  I step closer to the toilet and lean toward the wall, angling myself while holding my dick. I look down and aim into the bowl. This should be fucking fun, trying to piss with a hard-on. "No, why?"

  As I begin to relieve myself, I have to engage in a little target practice to avoid a fucking mess I’d have to clean up later. She hasn’t said anything back yet. A piss later and I’m still fucking hard. I shake twice, trying not to prolong its uncontrollable behavior.

  Before turning I push down my dick and walk over with my hand cupped over it. It's not working out in my favor since it won't lay down.

  She's twisted toward me with her arm resting on the side of the tub, her chin lying on top of her forearm. "You kind of look angry."

  "I'm fine." I lie, making my way to the tub. The dim spotlights are beaming down on her, creating a glow across her face. She's a beautiful girl. It was what drew me to her that night in the club. There are beautiful girls, and then there are girls like Kambry. Those girls don't fit into any one category.

  She sits up and faces the front when I step over into the tub of water behind her. I sit, placing my legs on each side of her, keeping her in the middle. When she starts to scoot forward I place my hands on her hips, stopping her. "I won't bite."

  I pull her against me, between my legs. Her back arches slightly when her back becomes flush with my front. "You're still-"

  "Yep," I say, cutting her off. "It can't be helped...obviously. I promise I won't touch you again tonight."

  "I wouldn't deny you if you wanted to, you know."

  "You may retract that statement at some point," I say, just before moving her hair off of her shoulder and kissing the point between her neck and shoulder.

  "I'm pretty sure I won't." Her words exit out of rhythm.

  "Tonight, I won't touch you. Someone that's held onto her virginity for eighteen years deserves to be cuddled with. That was just an introduction. You, beautiful, have awakened a beast. After tonight, all bets are off."

  "So I'm staying?"

  "Yes. You aren't leaving until you sign that contract."

  "I told you I would. Just give me a pen."

  My hand snakes around to her flat stomach. My lips trail up her neck. "No, beautiful. You have to sign it in front of a witness for legal reasons. I'll set up a meeting with Michael tomorrow. We're running out of time."

  She breathes out. "When does it start?"

  "A week from Monday if there are no hold ups."

  The bathtub is almost full, but the water is still running. We must have both noticed at the same time, because she reaches forward and shuts it off. She then turns around, water moving in small waves around us, before straddling me. Fuck my life. She has no idea what kind of torture this is. Looking at her full, perky, large tits is the last thing I need right now. "Will I get to see you between now and then?"

  "I don't know," I answer honestly. "I imagine you'll be busy...packing."

  My eyes keep veering to her chest, unable to help it with them this close to my mouth. "Do you want to touch me now?"

  My hands move to her thighs, staying put splayed over the top.

  Hell yes I do. Don't do it, you selfish bastard.

  "I'll live."

  Her lips pull into a slight smirk, almost unnoticeable. She reaches out, grabbing my men's body wash off the side. The cap flips open, before she tips the bottle at chest level and lets the blue gel drizzle out of the hole onto her rounded, fucking beautiful rack. "That wasn't the question. Do you want to touch me again?"

  "Based on the state of my dick you should know I do."

  She may not have been the only one to awaken a sleeping beast...

  "Bathe me."

  Fucking hell...

  "You're playing with fire..."

  "Who said I didn't like a little heat?"

  I close my eyes, trying to calm the raging hormones flooding through my bloodstream. I open them. They most likely are deepening in color. "I'm so fucking glad I went to that club."

  My palms travel up her body and over her breasts, making contact with the body wash. I begin to hand paint, spreading it into a thin layer all over her front, starting with those perfect tits. Unexpectedly she grabs my dick in her hand, causing me to scoot backward closer to the back of the tub. "Easy, handsome. I won't bite," she teases, copying my earlier line.

  "You're making being good very hard for me."

  "I never said I wanted you to be good."

  She leans in and places her lips to mine, drowning out all logical thought. The only thought that will process is the way my dick felt submerged inside of her. Then she begins to stroke me; the moment I became fucked, my good intentions being thrown out the window.

  She pulls free, her lips hovering just in front of mine. "You said virgins are a turn off. I want to change your mind."

  "I was just being an asshole. Forget what I said. Nothing about what just happened was a turn off."

  "There is always some truth in everything another says. The subconscious cannot lie."

  She sits up and then lifts. I feel her entrance pressed against my head. Even in a tub filled with water I can tell she's wet. It's a different type of wet; something similar to oil versus water.

  My hands fall to her hips, gripping onto them as she slowly and meticulously sinks onto my cock. She’s a fast learner. I lean back against the back of the tub. "Fuck, your pussy feels amazing."

  An intake of air occurs when she reaches the base of my dick. She stops and leans toward me. Her eyes close; her lips so close to my lips that I could reach them by simply extending my tongue. Her bottom lip begins to quiver. "Kambry..."

  "It feels different this way."

  "Do you want me to get on top?"

  "No. I just need a second. It doesn’t hurt as bad when I lean forward."

  My right hand moves inward, hovering just above her clit. The pad of my thumb presses into her folds, searching for it. As I begin to massage she kisses me, moaning against my lips. As if that was the push she needed, she begins to pump herself up and down on my cock.

  When she sits back down I hold her there, then change her motion to a rock. I want her to come. I want her to come as quickly as she makes me come. I want her to completely lose it with me inside of her.

  She rocks into me as I rub her clit, her movements becoming faster with each rub. She sits upright, continuing in the same motion. I can tell she’s becoming more comfortable. Her back arches, her front becoming a beautiful curve as she reclines, and she grabs onto my shins behind her. Her face contorts into something so fucking beautiful I can't explain, but the pleasure that she's experiencing is drawn out all over her face.

  Each time my dick hits against the wall of her pussy I want to lose it, but fuck if I won't do something to stop myself...like think of sw
eaty football players in the locker room. That will give me at least three minutes.

  She quickly changes position, leaning toward me again. My hand traces up her back as she does. Her hands grip onto my chest, clenching my skin in her fists. She moans against my lips, and shortly after she clamps around my dick and her movements almost halt. That hot, wet place just became wetter, coating my dick in her orgasm.

  Holy fuck.

  Her lips leave mine and she sits up, placing her hands on the sides of the bathtub. She uses it as leverage as she begins to experiment. I watch as her beautiful body slowly bounces up and down on my dick. Any upper hand I just had over my balls vanishes and that tug begins. Like a fucking freight train, it hits me.

  No. Fucking. Condom.

  I lift her off of my dick with force, my dick exiting her pussy as the first feel of semen begins to travel through my length. I grip one hand around the head as the initial spurt occurs, allowing my orgasm to release into my fist. My chest is rapidly rising and falling from the panic happening inside. I look at her, holding my semen in my fist; the seed to create something I don't need. "Birth control. ASAP. That was really stupid on my part."

  Her cheeks are flushed pink. "It was my fault. It slipped my mind."

  I sit up, raking my free hand through her hair. "No, it was mine. You don’t know any better. I do. That has never happened in all my years of fucking."

  "Never?"

  "Never. I do not fuck without condoms, ever. It's a personal preference. My dad sat me down and taught me early, so it’s followed me. I don't take a job if the studio has a problem with it."

  "I'm sor-"

  "But I liked it...with you. It felt different, better, which is why I almost didn’t catch my mistake. Get on birth control before you do anything else."

  "Okay."

  I reach out and grab a decorative towel off the bar, wiping my semen off my hand, and then toss it on the floor. Thank fuck my hard-on is going down. I cannot handle this shit anymore tonight. "I'm going to get this off of you and let's go to bed."

  I've never felt like this before. It's hard to explain. Every second that I'm around him, I like him more. I love everything about him. Those feelings make me want him sexually, more so than I did in the beginning. Before it was merely curiosity. I wanted to dispose of something I've been carrying for a long time, but now, I want him.

  That's either a really good thing or a really bad thing. I dated Kyle for two years and never felt like this. Honestly I'm really not sure how we made it for so long, or why he held onto something that wasn’t benefitting him. We never said the L word, we never slept together, and we didn't really grieve when we split. It was almost more of a social relationship. You know, one for show more than anything else.

  He really didn't even seem too torn dating that long without sex. Yes he tried, and yes he whined when I said no or backed out when I considered going all the way, but that was as extensive as it got. I wouldn't be surprised if he was cheating on me from time to time. I can't really blame him if he did, but here I am and I've barely known Saxton for any length of time, and I've given myself to him completely for the first time with anyone. The crazier part... There isn't a bone in my body that regrets it. It was perfect. The second time even better than the first, but in a different way. There is no part of me that doesn't want him. I have to keep that to myself.

  He wraps the fluffy towel around me and leads me into his bedroom. I try to veer into the direction of my clothes, but he pulls me the opposite way. "My clothes are over there."

  "You don't need your clothes."

  "Why not?"

  He opens a drawer and removes what looks to be a folded tee shirt, then closes the drawer and does the same action with the one below, except this time it looks like boxers. He hands them to me. "What you were wearing looks hot. I keep it cold, but body heat will keep you warmer than you think."

  "I'm sleeping with you?"

  "Where did you think you were sleeping?"

  "I can sleep on the couch or something if you prefer to sleep alone."

  He smirks. "I want that ass against me and a boob in my hand as I drift off to never never land." He winks. "You're sleeping with me."

  He's so damn cute. Don't smile. Don't smile. Don't smile. I'm smiling. Dang it. "If you insist."

  Our towels drop at the same time. I bite my lip and he grunts as we exchange glances. I pull the tee shirt over my head and let it fall to my thighs. He grabs another pair of underwear and we pull them on together. It's oddly intimate.

  "So...boxers and briefs?"

  He gave me the boxers, and he's wearing the briefs, trunk style. I definitely like his choice better.

  He glances down and back at me, smirking that sexy smile. "I don't have a preference. When I wanna let the boys hang with a breeze I go boxers; usually at night. If I wear jeans or fitted clothing it's usually briefs, but always trunks. I don't do the whole man-panty thing. It's just not my style. I may not need my swimmers now, but maybe one day."

  He steps closer and throws his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. My cheek presses against his hard pec muscle. It's warm. I like it here...in his arms. He's hugging me. I place my hands on his waist, lost in the moment. My eyes even close without meaning for them to. His tone becomes low and deep. "And on rare occasions...I even go without."

  My eyes pop open. I swallow. I need water...or a fan. I clear my throat; trying to seem like that statement didn't affect me at all. "I bet that is cooler."

  What?

  He busts out laughing. I shove his body, pushing him back, and laughing in return. "You can be an ass sometimes."

  "Never change, Kambry. Innocence can't be faked. That is actually one thing I love about you. It's refreshing. I was laughing with you. It wasn't at you. That I promise."

  He grabs my chin and places his lips against mine. Is it possible for a human to physically melt beneath the touch of another human? Each time our mouths meet, I swear I can feel a sizzle. His hands comb through my hair at the sides of my head, just before making a fist and creating a tight pull, deepening the kiss. I pull his body flush with mine.

  Without notice he pulls away, leaving me. He has a slightly agitated look on his face. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me out of the bedroom. "Bed before I completely lose control." Then he mumbles something about it being a first under his breath that I can't hear.

  "What about the sheets on your bed? Do you want me to wash them?"

  "Fuck no. I'll just buy more. I have a mattress cover. We'll just use the guest bedroom."

  He pulls me along until we walk through the door not far from his bedroom, revealing a simple bedroom set with a king-sized bed, dresser, and nightstands. It's nothing extravagant and no major decor. Really, it's pretty nice for a bachelor pad.

  I follow behind him and stop when he tosses the few throw pillows on the floor and pulls the comforter down. The white sheets become slightly luminescent under the moonlight shining through the wall of glass. He nods toward the bed for me to get in. "You can sleep with no curtains or anything?"

  I throw my leg on the bed and he gives me a boost by placing his palm on my butt. It's higher than a standard bed. "I've never had a reason to hide," he says simply. "It can be relaxing once you get used to it. Isn't that like a big fantasy for some people? To sleep under the stars… This is just a modified version."

  I move to the opposite side and turn to sit facing toward him. I smirk. "Isn't that kind of a romantic gesture, Saxton?"

  He gets in bed, looking me in the eyes, but lacking the same smirk as me. "I never said I couldn't be romantic. I just choose not to be. Someone else ruined that in me."

  My smirk falls. A crack runs down the center of my heart. My hands begin playing with my toes, unsure of what to say to that response. My lack of experience hinders me here. He pulls the comforter over him when he lies down, then turns on his side to face me, and props himself up on his arm. "What's wrong?"

  I fake a smile. "That's really
unfortunate for some lucky girl one day."

  He stares at me, not saying a word. His eyes narrow but you almost can't even tell. It's more like someone in deep thought, focusing on something. Not an expression of anger.

  I grab the blankets and wiggle beneath them, then mirror his position. Our faces are staring at each other. Both heads hit the pillows at the same time. "People can always change, Kambry. It's just about finding someone that's worth the risk."

  His tone is serious and low. My heart is pounding against my chest. I've never felt like I wanted to belt out in song and ugly cry at the same time, but that's precisely how I feel. Sometimes people really suck. Sometimes my mind wanders to that overused expression with Miss America pageant participants when they wish for world peace, and think, that's great, but why wish for world peace when so many face war within themselves.

  I'm still at a loss for words. "Turn around. I'll hold you until you fall asleep."

  I blink a few times, trying to process if we just had a real moment completely unrelated to anything sexual, and what that could mean. I roll over like he said, facing away from him. He throws his arm over my waist and pulls me close to his front. "Do you want me to move up so you can be in the middle? I have plenty of room."

  "No, I like it here."

  He molds his body against mine. It's hard for me to breathe, and not because I feel smothered. I've never had this with anyone. "Relax."

  "It's just. I've never. I'm not used to this."

  "Me either. Now go to sleep."

  Inside I'm dying. The slightest flutters are occurring beneath his hand. One, two, three, four, five, six.

  When my heart starts to calm I place my hand over his as if that's where it was pulled. He spreads his fingers and I lace mine between his. Then I settle into him, and instantly I grow tired, as if our bodies together are meant to meld together at precisely this moment. My mind becomes free, and within a few seconds I slip into sleep faster than I have in a really long time.