Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  “This is bullshit! You hurt me, and Cooper spoiled my fun. Again.”

  I turned in the driver’s seat like I was doing a shoulder check, making damn sure she could see my face and the deeply displeased expression writ upon it.

  “Be quiet,” I growled.

  Camilla’s scared expression hurt me slightly. I never believed in ruling by fear. She just made me so angry, acting like such a brat. Especially when I knew she was capable of so much more. It was a bit cliché, but sometimes Camilla really was her own worst enemy.

  I made the mistake of glancing at her in the rearview mirror. Her mascara was cascading down her alabaster cheeks like black raindrops down a window. Add on her black lipstick and the overall effect, putting me in mind of corpse paint.

  When we got to the apartment, she had mostly given up and was lying down in the back seat. Taking her out of the back seat, I carried her, a bit more carefully, into the building, using her keys on the front door.

  “I really can walk,” Camilla said again, though this time with a bit less fervor.

  She gave a weak attempt to wiggle out of my grasp, which I halted by spanking her. More than once, this time. Keeping up the strikes, at about thirty percent of my total power, until she stopped risking her safety by trying to wiggle out of my arms. Apparently, she was unaware that this would send her toppling to the pavement.

  She was perfectly still relenting to my hold as I took her up the stairs, which was a relief. I really didn’t want to have to spank her again. Her round ass must have already been quite red.

  Using her keys again, I got the apartment door open and carried her inside, nudging the door open with the toe of my sneaker. Hauling Camilla into the apartment, closing the door again with my heel, I set her down on the couch and checked her pupils. A process made easier by the way she was glaring at me.

  “That hurt.”

  “What did?”

  “You spanked me, you bastard. Like I’m some kind of petulant child.”

  “It was a bit hard to tell the difference at the time,” I said.

  “What?”

  “Maybe if you hadn’t acted like a little brat, I wouldn’t have spanked you or literally carried you out of the club. You looked absurd. Like an over-excited college kid. Maybe Cooper is right. I mean, he takes it way too far and often gets hurt in the attempting, posing more of a threat to himself than anyone else, but not for no reason. No wonder he is still acting in the big brother role when you’re still acting like such a fucking kid!”

  I could see she was going to cry. In addition to being observant, I also knew all Camilla’s tells. It didn’t stop me, though. Some horrible part of me kept going, trying to convince me that the truth was all that mattered.

  “He doesn’t want you to have a relationship with me, and frankly, I understand that. I am only interested in grown adults. Not silly little girls. You are not making me want to be with you pulling stupid stunts like this.”

  She was quiet for a long time. At least in part from shock, or so it seemed from me. It was still coming, and finally, the dams broke, letting out an all new flow of tears. Not loud, wild sobs. Just small, whispered chokes, which somehow made it even worse. She was still trying to be brave even when she was being crushed. Shae would have slapped me if I talked to her like that. Camilla was suffering in silence.

  “I-I need a shower,” she said, getting up and heading toward the bathroom.

  I knew I should have gone, but I was really concerned about her. Not only because she had been drinking but also her hurt feelings. Even though I had been the one who hurt them. I sat on the couch and waited in the dark to see what might be coming next.

  Finally, like a sign of heaven, the bathroom opened again, letting light into the darkness, and Camilla came out wearing nothing but a towel, her hair tied back in a ponytail. The wasted remnants of her makeup were washed away, making her look soft and vulnerable.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, sitting down next to me on the couch.

  “You don’t have to—”

  “Yes, I do. You were right, I was foolish. I think I was trying to win you back or something. A weird way of apologizing after what happened with Shae, assuming she was your girlfriend that you threw me over for. I mean we had just fucked and then you were gone and came back with her, I guess I just jumped to conclusions.”

  “Understandably so,” I said.

  “Yeah, but it is more than that. There’s a, like, pattern. I just can’t seem to keep from falling into the role you expect from me.”

  “I can see that. I can’t say I don’t do the same thing. Though in my case, it’s more of what Cooper expects of me. I’m getting sick of it, to be honest.”

  She put her head on my shoulder.

  “Do you think there’s any hope for us?”

  I didn’t have an answer for that. Not really. I would have to think about it a lot more before I knew for sure, though I figured that Shae had been right.

  Getting a couple of ibuprofen down her, I carried Camilla into bed, carefully pulling off her towel before tucking her under the covers, careful not to look as I did so. Seeing her naked was the last thing I really needed at that point in time.

  Watching my best friend’s little sister as she fell asleep, I realized that yes, I was ready for a relationship with her.

  Chapter Ten - Camilla

  It was the first dreamless sleep I'd had in years. A pleasant sensation only slightly hampered by the subtle pounding in my head—a result of drinking as much as I had. Alcohol tolerance never being one of my strong points. It wasn't too bad, though.

  I could smell the bacon while I was still in bed. A familiar tune whistled from the general area of the kitchen. Had Aden stayed the night? I supposed he might have had gone home and come back the next day. He did still have my keys last I remembered, and he lived only about fifteen feet away. Were it not for the distinct sizzling sound of bacon being fried in a cast-iron skillet, it could well have been plausible that he had cooked the bacon at his place and brought it over.

  The bedroom door opened, and my crush came in with a breakfast tray much like I had done for him. Only, in that case, Aden hadn't been naked or in bed. Just half-naked and wishing he was still in bed.

  “Hey,” I said.

  “Hey,” he replied, setting the tray down on my lap.

  “Thanks for taking care of me last night,” I said.

  I felt a bit shy and awkward and not just because of the nudity happening under the covers. He'd seen me naked before, so that wasn't really a big thing. It was more how I had behaved the night before. Prompting him to spank me. Not to mention how much I had actually enjoyed being punished like he had done when he had fucked me so wonderfully before going so weird.

  Aden really had been right about me acting like a kid, though. Dressing sexy and getting drunk in response to him ignoring me had seemed like a good idea at the time but had been epically immature in retrospect. More like something a teen would do. Not a grown woman pushing thirty. Old enough to drink, old enough to drink responsibly, as my uncle Rory used to say.

  “I really am, you know.”

  “You really are what?” Aden asked.

  “Grownup. I mean adult. I really am an adult.”

  “Are you now?” Aden asked, eating a strip of crispy bacon.

  “Yes, I am. And I'm finished with playing silly games,” I said with great conviction.

  “I'm happy to hear you say that,” he said, slumping down on to the bed a little.

  “You are?”

  “Of course, I really am attracted to you. I've been suppressing my feelings for Cooper's sake. He seems to be under the impression that I see you as a sister, which is not true at all. My feelings for you are quite carnal indeed.”

  “Oh,” I said, blushing a bit.

  “And I'm willing to say it. I'm not going to let Cooper's paranoia keep us apart anymore. I'm willing to risk
his wrath if you are. I mean, I've seen him fight. Or at least give it a good go. Usually ending up with a bloody nose. It is more his feelings I was worried about, but I'm betting we’ll get past that too.”

  I could hardly believe my ears. Aden had actually just admitted that he was attracted to me, and he wanted to risk upsetting Cooper to be in a relationship with me. Both things I never thought I would ever hear him say. I was too overwhelmed to speak for several moments. Finally, I plucked up my gumption.

  “I’m ready, to try, I mean. Though I think it might be a good idea to keep things on the down-low for a while. Just to make sure things are going to work out.”

  “Right, so no passionate making out in the office or fucking in the janitor’s closet,” Aden said, managing to remain completely deadpan.

  “I wasn’t planning on that,” I said, unable to stifle my laugh.

  “So, there shouldn’t be a problem then.”

  “Nope, not at all,” I agreed.

  Setting the tray on the bedside table, Aden moved in for a kiss, which I was more than willing to welcome. We kissed three times, increasing the passion with each until, finally, he went in for a proper kiss, out tongues dancing softly against each other. As we made out, my hand wandered up to the blanket where it went across my chest, uncovering myself.

  Without missing a beat or breaking the kiss, Aden caressed his way down my neck and onto my right breast. He gently kneaded the soft flesh, not neglecting my already hard nipple. Relocating the kiss from my mouth down my chin and over my neck, he kept his lips on my skin still without breaking it.

  I moaned softly as he sucked my nipple and then a bit deeper and louder as he caressed his hand down my belly and onto my wet, aching pussy. The relief was instant and heavenly, pleasure shooting through me like an electric current as he deftly massaged my delicate pink pussy lips, only taking occasional, light passes on my clit.

  Once again on the move, Aden kissed his way down between my tits and over my belly, finally settling between my legs. Figuring this was his final destination, I opened my legs to help him get comfortable and stay awhile.

  Again, he started off gentle. Giving me gentle kisses and licks on the outside of my pussy before lightly spreading my lips with his fingers and going for my clit, also with a soft, light touch. Moving in a slow, deliberate motion, he teased me until I wanted to cry. When I was ready, he slipped two fingers inside and drove his tongue into my pussy in a hard circular motion making me want to scream as I came. I dissolved into a puddle of joy, unable to move for a long while. My nerves were a bit too busy experiencing hitherto unimagined levels of pleasure.

  When I had come back to the world of full movement, I pulled Aden to me and kissed him again. He kept up with me beat for beat.

  “Spank me,” I whispered.

  “What was that?” he asked.

  “Spank me,” I repeated.

  “What do you say?”

  “P-please, spank me.”

  “Have you been a naughty girl?”

  “Yes, a very naughty girl.”

  Shifting into a sitting position, Aden lay me out over his lap, my bare ass presented to him. He started out with several strokes and squeezes, making me hum with pleasure. I’d never really done butt stuff before and was really starting to regret the lost time, it felt better than I ever would have expected.

  After several sharp, resounding strikes, followed by gentle strokes to ease the pain, Aden’s right had found its way over my ass and down between my thighs. I gasped as he cupped my pussy, as though asking permission.

  “Please,” I begged.

  Leaving me on my belly, Aden spread my legs from behind and hoisted me up onto all fours by my hips. Getting in the space between my legs, he continued lightly striking my pussy with one hand while unzipping his pants with the other.

  Slipping his hand onto my hip, Aden eased his cock inside me, bringing out a small yelp of pleasure. Going a bit slower, he got the rest of the way in and then paused, letting me get used to the sheer size of him.

  “Okay,” I said when I was good to go.

  Leaving one hand on my hip, he took hold of my ponytail with the other and started to pump me. Going easy on me on first, he slowly started building, moving his massive cock inside me with increasing speed and intensity until he was pounding me. It hurt a bit but in a really good way, and it wasn’t long before I came with a scream.

  My whole body vibrated as Aden softly kissed me on the back of my neck as I trembled. He held me in his arms, brushing the hair that had fallen out of my ponytail out of my face. I was warm and safe with him. It was a dream come true.

  Chapter Eleven - Aden

  I loved Saturdays. I had always heard that days off are for people who don’t like their jobs, but I have never really held to this. I loved my job but also appreciated downtime. Mostly because Beau wouldn’t let me play my bass and read my comics at work. Despite the ping-pong court and arcade games, things could only go so far at Sure Thing Graphics. Ryan may have been a bit more permissive, but it was a bit too early to test that.

  For the moment I was fine to stay where I was, in Camilla’s bed, her warm, nude form wrapped around me. On Impulse, I kissed her on the forehead. She hummed contentedly and held me even closer. I could still feel the warm wetness of her pussy on my cock as she let me fuck her, taking every hard thrust.

  “Thirsty?” I asked.

  “A bit actually,” she admitted.

  “I’ve got some sparkling water over at my place.”

  “Flavored?”

  “Of course.”

  “Which flavor.”

  “Black raspberry mostly.”

  “What’s that like?” she asked, with genuine interest.

  “Try it and see,” I said.

  I helped Camilla get dressed, her hangover still pretty wicked. We went with the minimum for going out in semi-public, just a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. No socks, panties, or bra. I had a funny feeling that considering where we were at that point, she wouldn’t need them very long. Ditto for all of my clothes. I still couldn’t help but feel over-dressed.

  I couldn’t keep my eyes of Camilla as we walked over to my place. She managed to look sexy even in what she was wearing. Then again, I was pretty sure she could look hot in a potato sack. There was really no way to conceal the full glory of her miraculous tits, save perhaps for perhaps a parka.

  I went straight for the fridge, keeping Camilla well behind me, lest my erection become too obvious. Taking two bottles from the line up in the door, I tossed one to Camilla, who caught it perfectly, which only stood to reason, given her years of softball. Though it might not have been the best idea considering they were carbonated.

  “Sink,” I said quickly, as Camilla went to twist off the cap.

  “Oh, right.”

  She bent over the sink, twisting off the lid and presenting her ass in a very enticing way. An effect only added to when she craned back her swan-like neck, taking a long sip.

  “Wow, that’s good water!” she said, lowering the bottle from her lips.

  “I know, right?” my eyes locked on her pronounced breasts.

  “Where you lookin’, huh?”

  “What? Sorry.”

  “It’s okay, I’m just kidding,” she said, lovingly stroking my arm.

  “I don’t think you would want to—”

  “Want to, yes. I just need some time, okay?”

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “A bit. Not too bad. I’m just a bit sore. Particularly my little red ass.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Hey, don’t look guilty now. I asked you to, remember?”

  “Yes.”

  “I love it, really. I want it again if I’m honest. That and maybe some other things.”

  “Other things? What other things?”

  “That would be telling,” she said with a sly wink.

  “And we can’t have that,” I s
aid, playing along.

  I really did wonder what she had in mind, my cock getting even harder just at the thought of it. There were so many options, even with everything we had already done. The thing that stood out most in my mind was the prospect of anal. Not just the excitement of such a proposition but also the logistics. Her ass was undoubtedly beautiful but also not very big. There would definitely need to be some lube involved, if not the use of a butt plug. Still though, even the fact that Camilla might be thinking about it was pretty flattering.

  “My mouth is feeling okay,” Camilla said, gently laying her soft, warm hand on the bulge forming in my pants.

  Taking her over to the big comfy chair in the living room, I eased myself down into the seat, lowering my fly and unfurling my cock as I did so. Camilla stood in front of me.

  “On your knees,” I ordered.

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered, sinking down between my feet.

  I wasn’t sure how I felt about her saying that. I didn’t want to feel like I was in control of her, but that wasn’t how it came across. She seemed more than happy to do anything I wanted her to.

  Taking me softly around the base of my cock, Camilla started in with long, loving licks from base to head, rotating her tongue around the head when she got there. Remembering my balls, she started to massage them with her other hand while continuing to lick. Just when I was on the edge of going crazy, she dropped her hot, wet mouth over my cock, pushing it almost to the back of her throat.

  Pausing for a moment to really let me enjoy the feeling, she started to suck. She went really soft at first, gently nursing my cock, sending low pulses of pleasure running through me. Slowly she began to go faster, a lot like I did when I fucked her. Before long, she was sucking me furiously like she was addicted to my cum and needed a fix. A notion which didn’t seem entirely absurd, particularly considering her enthusiasm and the fact that she kept her eyes locked on me as she sucked.

  Within minutes I came in her mouth, unloading a torrent of cum directly down her throat. It was a bit of a struggle, but she managed to get it all safely down, not letting a drop get away, looking like she was in heaven. I reached down and stroked her face, in an attempt to show that I loved her.