Cammie Healy (Mitchell/ Healy #8)

by Jennifer Foor

  The door whined as it opened, James standing with his hands full of bags. I headed over and took one so he wouldn’t drop it. “Where are we? You said we were going out.”

  “I said it was a special place.” He led me to the kitchen, sitting the bags down as he continued explaining. “This is the special place. It’s ours, per se. It used to be for a frat, but they lost their sanction. The college keeps it as a tax write off. Not many people know it exists. No one has lived here for quite some time. Ten years ago this was the place to come. Now it’s just an empty shell of what used to be, much like my life has been until you came into it.”

  He held out his hand for me to take. As soon as I did he was pulling me into his arms. His kiss was slow and coaxed. He knew how to settle my suspicions, seducing me with his charm, leaving me with little doubt. In my eyes, in this very moment, nothing existed but the two of us. I was caught up in the idea of being with someone with stature. He claimed to be lost until I’d come into his life. What woman doesn’t want to feel needed? He had me in the palm of his hand. Like a lost puppy, I was enthralled by his attention. Wherever he ventured I wanted to follow. Drunk on desire, I’d accepted his advances. This was where I believed I was meant to be, in his arms, experiencing what it was like to fall hopelessly in love with the idea of becoming more.

  It was the high; the irrational waves of exhilaration I yearned for. I’d been alone too long to dismiss this as a dangerous scenario. He was there for my entertainment, my pure enjoyment.

  James led me up a staircase. I could see an incandescent light radiating from one of the rooms down a long hallway. He said nothing while guiding me toward it, giving me no hints as to what was waiting.

  Taken back by the surprise, I stood next to him in the doorway and scanned the room. Candles were lit surrounding the bed, which looked to have been from another home. Even in the dim light I could tell the linens were fresh. The covers were pulled down to be inviting, the flickering of the flames setting a romantic ambiance. “You did this for me?” I asked.

  “I did it for us,” he suggested while pulling me back in his arms. “I need to be with you, Cammie. I want this, don’t you?”

  I nodded, accepting a long awaiting tongue-filled kiss.

  He backed away, breaking our embrace. “Let me look at you.”

  I stood in place, feeling like I was on display for his wandering eyes. He took me in, starting at my face then gradually coursing down to my ankles. I watched his tongue come out and lick over his lips, leaving a wet trace. “I’m never going to want to leave.”

  I let one of the straps of my blouse fall down. “Maybe I won’t want you to.”

  He shrugged and shook his head. “I can’t stay the night. We can’t give her a reason to be suspicious. I need to take my time with you, but I’m racing against the clock. Tell me you’re okay if I have to walk away once we’re done here.”

  To be honest, I wasn’t. No woman wants to hear that the man she’s about to sleep with is going to run out on her as soon as they’re done. “I’m not gong to lie. Just hearing that makes me want to go home.”

  He sighed. “I can’t say it’s easy to know I can’t stay with you. Trust me, I’d rather be with you then any other place.”

  “Saying it doesn’t make it easier, James. I’m going against everything I believe in to be with you. There are limits for me.”

  “What if I can come back? I’ll spend the evening with you, go home to save face, and come back as soon as I can get away.”

  I shrugged. “You want me to stay here alone?” Was he insane? I felt like I was the star of a horror flick. “I like you, James, but most people don’t arrange for their first time to be in an abandoned house. In fact, most don’t plan on having sex. It’s just happens. Don’t you see how convoluted this plan is? I’m not a doll you can sit aside and come back to later on. If I’m going to go through with this it’s all or nothing.”

  “I can see how this would be difficult for you. As much as I’d like to give you my all and see what we could be, you know it’s not feasible, at least not right now. I have a family; kids to worry about.”

  “I’m not asking you to choose. I’m asking for you to commit to this. If you can’t do that, I’m wasting my time. I like you. Being with you these past few weeks have been enlightening. I can’t remember the last time I’ve enjoyed myself, but look around you. This isn’t my idea of romantic. Most people would check into a hotel. You’ve brought me to an abandoned home to fuck me.”

  My use of derogatory words caught him off guard. He stumbled for a comeback. “Do you want me to take you back to your dorm?” I could tell he was disappointed.

  My heart was forcing me to rethink my statement. “You did this for me? You came here and set it up?”

  “I did.”

  “I’m not ready to leave, James.” I took his hand, latching our fingers together so I could pull him on the bed with me. “Let’s enjoy this time we have together. Whatever happens next will happen on it’s own.”

  James melted kisses over my lips, eventually traveling down the nape of my neck, furthering to the cleavage from my breasts. His hand cupped over one, massaging it as his tongue strolled over my exposed skin. I dug my fingers into his dark hair, closing my eyes to more appreciate his touch.

  The way he held me, his style of exploration left me gasping for air, begging for him to continue. He knew just where to touch to get a reaction. His tongue was a compass, leading him directly to the precise location of his next expedition. He was experienced, his hands having years of practice. While allowing him his way with me, I began removing what separated us. His shirt lifted over his head, revealing parts of him I’d never seen before. I pushed him off me, watching him stand so I could take him in. A single tattoo sat above his heart. A cross, much like the one my dad had in memoriam of his father. He didn’t give me time to touch it. “Cammie, look at me.”

  I did as he requested. “I am.”

  He shook his head. “No, really look at me. Look what you’ve done to me.”

  I tried to sit up to reevaluate what I could be missing. “What have I done?”

  “You’ve made me fall in love with you.”

  I swore I was mistaken. “Stop messing around, James.”

  “I’m serious. I never expected this. You captivate me. From the first moment I saw you I knew I had to know you. I want to be with you, and not just here. I’m a settled man. It takes a lot to draw my attention from what’s important, but you’ve led me down a road I don’t want to come back from. I need this. I need you. Tell me you feel the same. Say you’ll wait for me to get my life situated so we can be together. I’ll leave the school. We can start over somewhere else.”

  “I don’t know what to say. This wasn’t the plan. It was casual. I thought you needed an escape. I know that’s how I looked at it for me.”

  “So you don’t feel the same?” He seemed heartbroken.

  “I didn’t say that. Getting to know you has changed my life. You’ve risked your livelihood to be with me. This place you’ve made for us is a perfect example of it. I’m just not ready to put a label on it. You’re married. Until that’s rectified, I know better than to make promises you might never be able to keep.”

  “I’ll find a way for us to be together. This is temporary.” He waved his hands around. “I’ll get us a real place we can come home to.”

  I didn’t want to fall in love. It screwed up my focus, but it’s exactly what was happening. I’d felt it before, yet this time was stronger and significantly more genuine. It’s amazing what someone is willing to sacrifice when they find the right person. I went against my morals to be with this man. He had secrets. I wasn’t an idiot. “I can see myself with you. I want that.”

  “I’ll make it happen. First,” he whispered while coming down to brush his lips over mine. “I need to be inside of you. Give yourself to me, Cammie. Let me make love to you.”

  Chapter 7

  He’d set the m
ood. He’d asked me to be with him. This was where I could have changed my mind. I didn’t have to go through with this, yet nothing was going to stop me.

  Nervous couldn't begin to explain how it felt to be this close to him. We were alone in the house he'd managed to have for us to be together. Candles were‎ lit throughout. The illumination gave a romantic feel. James turned on some music on his phone and placed it down on a side table. With his shirt removed, he approached me, kneeling down on the side of the bed where my legs hung over. I felt him removing my shoes one at a time. Next to go were my stockings. He massaged each foot letting his hands course up the smooth skin of my calves.

  I sat up on my elbows to watch, catching him waiting for my reaction.

  James reached up pulled down my top. He tugged them over my hips, stopping only when a good amount of skin had become exposed. With still a few inches to go before he saw my pussy, he leaned forward and pressed his tender lips over my hip. Tiny chaste kisses trailed across the naked area, all while tingles radiated through all of my limbs.

  Over the fabric of my pants, he skimmed between my legs, the back of his warm hand giving my pussy a hint of attention. My ass tightened as he did it again, smiling like he knew he was making me antsy with anticipation.

  The opposite side of my pants were lowered to reveal more skin, the waistline sitting at the base of my pussy, applying a constant pressure while he taunted other areas.

  I kept my focus on James, the way his lips trailed over the other hip, a line of saliva left where he'd been.

  Deep breaths escaped me when our eyes locked again. His voice was almost a whisper. "I want to see your cunt."

  Like it had been a secret, I pushed my pants down, noticing him backing up to give me room to do so. Taking my panties with them, I shoved the fabric down, freeing‎ the most sensitive part of me for this man to finally catch a glimpse.

  This wasn't like losing my virginity with someone my age; the first discoveries of the opposite sex. Being with James was terrifying because he was skilled and knew exactly what he was doing. He had years to perfect how he preferred things, where I was still exploring my body.

  While trembling, I felt three fingertips sliding across my exposed pussy. Sudden vibrations overwhelmed me as he blew cool air over it, then thumbed the lips. I was losing my ability to hold myself up to watch him.

  James yanked my pants and underwear off my ankles, tossing the clothing on the floor. Without warning he took my legs and spread them far apart, bringing my knees up to a more comfortable position.

  A million things flooded my mind while he quietly studied my sex. I felt concerned; as if he were comparing me to other more experienced women he'd been with. In all honesty, I didn't know what to expect. This was new to me, so all I could do was let him lead.

  A warm rush of heat covered my pussy, followed by slick movements. His lips were brushing over mine, and I'm not speaking about my mouth. His tongue pierced my opening, forging deep for his first taste.

  A cry escaped me; the idea of what he was doing causing such a reaction.

  James lapped my pussy a few times before standing. He wiped off his face and dropped his pants, kicking them off his feet. He pointed. "Stand on the bed. Then put your hands in your hair and spin around. I need to know every inch of you before we can continue."

  He was serious, which made it harder to follow his orders. I was modest. I didn't walk around in the nude, nor was I the type of person to send naked photographs.

  As I stood I saw him grabbing his phone. I used my hands to cover my appendages. "Whoa! What are you doing?"

  "It's only for my eyes. When we can't be together I want something to remind me how good you taste. Give me a few poses. Turn around and stick that ass in the air."

  Doing what he suggested got easier with my back turned. I heard the click of his camera several times.

  "Good, now spread those cheeks and show me ‎more."

  I spun around and gave him a disturbed grimace. "That's gross. I'm not doing it."

  He stuck out his bottom lip. "There's nothing gross about loving you."

  He didn't have to ask a second time. I posed in each erotic position, finally becoming turned on as he continued. Armed with enough photos, he placed his phone back on the table and slipped on the bed next to me.

  He kissed me like never before, his hunger apparent. His hands explored my body, a stiff erection pressing against me as our naked bodies connected. My legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel him lingering near my opening, reminding me what was close to happening. “Tell me you love me, Cammie.”

  “I love you, James. I wouldn’t be here with you if I didn’t.”

  “Beg me to fuck you.”

  I giggled. “Seriously? Oh please fuck me. I need it so bad.” My sarcasm didn’t amuse him.

  “Don’t be a child, Cammie. Do it. Beg me.”

  “I don’t beg, but I’ll do you one better. If you don’t fuck me soon, I’ll find someone else who will.” My threat immediate got a rise out of him.

  When I assumed he would enter me, James slipped back down between my legs, obviously turned on by my threat. He used his hand to tease me, pinching my clit and tugging on my lips to get a reaction out of me. He slapped it, spit, and licked up his own mess. Meanwhile, I could smell my own arousal. My pussy was drenched, dripping down to the crack of my ass. Fingers plunged inside of me, fucking me fast, only to retract.

  My ass bucked, my legs shaking, he repeated the process.

  I was coming unhinged, fighting the urge to lose myself completely.

  James toyed with my pussy until I couldn't contain my release. I screamed and bellowed words, which made no sense, finally losing my sense of self in a rapturous orgasm.

  Soaked, dripping‎ with desire, James continued. He positioned himself and entered me, finally sealing the deal. He moved slowly, swishing sounds occurring from my wetness.

  He made faces while focusing, grinding to a pace, then eventually losing it until he froze. I could feel him filling me, a momentary lapse of judgment preventing us from precautions. ‎I didn't care about anything. In that instant there was no school, future, or even a failing marriage. All that existed was the two of us, and what we'd just done together.

  Chapter 8

  We’d started to dress and prepare for him having to leave. I still had my blouse to put on when James stood abruptly, pulling me toward a window. He moved a curtain to the side and shoved me in front of it. I didn’t understand what exactly he expected. “Are you showing me something?”

  “No. You’re going to be the show.”

  Again, I had no idea what he meant. “Come again?”

  “This street is empty, but pretend it’s not. Pretend it’s full of innocent people walking by. I want you to strip. Give someone a show.”

  “You’re crazy. I can’t do that. I won’t. You do it.”

  “I like to watch, Cammie. Come on. Do it for me. I’ll stay if you give me a reason.”

  He sat down on the edge of the bed.

  “Please. I know there's a wild side you’re not showing me. Be a doll and shimmy those clothes off. Make the imaginary passerby want to come join us. Show them how lucky I am to have you all to myself."

  My top was still off. Standing right in the center of the open window, I lifted my hands to the clasp of my bra. I kept watching, making sure there wasn't a soul in sight. I wasn't doing this because I'd somehow like it. I was going through with this antic for James. With his experience, he knew what turned him on. Just because we didn't share the same preferences didn't mean I couldn't give him a good time, granted no one would get hurt while doing so.

  Before removing the bra, I twirled around and faced him, unable to allow it to drop where the outside world could see.

  "What are you doing? Turn back around. Show them your plump tits. Jiggle them around until your nipples are like pebbles for me suck on later."

  "This is silly," I said while doing what I was told.
r />   "Do you want me to enjoy this or not?"

  His rude comment made me want to try harder. I felt like if I couldn't get the job done he'd want someone else. I shoved my panties down, stepping out of them easily. In no time at all I was standing in full view of the outside, completely exposed.

  James picked up his phone and started snapping shots. Instead of shielding my body I posed with the light coming in through the glass.

  "That's sexy, but I know what you can do to make it better."

  "What?" I asked.

  "Touch yourself. Show me how you make yourself come when you're all alone. Reach down and tease that clit until you scream.”

  "I don’t." I tried to argue.

  "Yes you do. Show me. Show me how you pet those soaked lips."

  I felt so dirty. ‎As soon as my fingers reached between my legs, I felt my body reacting. My knees were weak, my skin feeling like it was on fire. I started to want to prove I could do this. The faster my fingers circled my clit the more I wanted to continue.

  James kept his focus on me, all while I faced the window, hoping this was all a private show for my boyfriend.

  I'd never done something so taboo, and I was beginning to wonder if I liked it.

  James broke my concentration. "That's it, now taste yourself. Tell me how sweet your pussy is. Show me how much you like the taste."

  I closed my eyes again, rubbing in between my folds and then bringing the juices up with to lick off my fingers. As I sucked them into my mouth, tasting my own musk for the first time, I peeked out the window to see a guy peering up at me. My first instinct was to take cover, but as he stared something happened. I started to lose myself, my knees becoming shaky as my body vibrated into a full-blown orgasm. I pressed my trembling body against the glass, gasping for air as James came up behind me, kissing my shoulders. "That was fantastic. Now, get on your knees and finish me off."

  I smiled and took his erect cock in my hand, kissing the tip while responding. "I thought you'd never ask."