Facing Me, page 14
Cam kneels naked before me, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. Fuck me. I’m about to come in my damn jeans before she touches me. Unbuttoning my pants, I shove them down my thighs, freeing my throbbing cock. I cup Cam’s face in my hands, tenderly, before sliding my hands into her hair. “Open for me, baby.” I barely manage to get out before she wraps her lips around me, sucking me deep. I want nothing more than to close my eyes and enjoy every second, but I can’t look away. My eyes are held spellbound watching my hips thrust against her, while she moans around me in satisfaction.
Cam’s hands slide up the back of my thighs, encouraging me silently to plunge into her harder, faster. Her tongue runs along the bottom of my dick, slowly dragging along, making me insane. “That’s it Cam, give me those eyes. I want to look into those blue flames when I come down your throat, baby.” I command, but if she denied me I would gladly beg for those eyes. I need them like I need fucking air. Even though I need to call the shots, I can’t deny how weak she makes me. All that power Cam has when she is working the business end of things, the way she stepped up tonight with getting everyone informed and making a plan, was astounding. That just makes her submission to me that much more beautiful in my eyes.
Her eyes meet mine in a rush of emotion, making me damn near lose it. “I’m going to count to three,” I explain, rolling my hips, lazily, trying to hold back. “As I count, I will slam my cock into the back of your throat. Swallow me whole, baby. Take everything I choose to give you, because I’ll never give it to anyone else.” The surrender in her eyes is her silent acceptance. Pulling back, I roll my hips, only to dive back in staking my claim on every single inch of her hot mouth as it sheaths my cock. “One!” I bite out, and without faltering she swallows around me, gripping me like a vise. The feeling is outstanding, not another damn thing like it.
Again, I slide out slow only to plunge in fast and hard. “Two!” I shout, again she swallows, even harder than before. Her loud moan vibrating my dick as it swells in her mouth. “Fuck Cam! I’m not gonna last.” I groan, thrusting again, “Three! Shit!” I bark, my release shooting hot and fast down her throat. Her nails dig into my ass while she swallows my release, hungrily.
I slide out of her mouth with a pop, Cam smiles victoriously, sitting back on her heels. “You seem pleased with yourself.”
“I am.” She tosses out, winking at me. The boldness in her tone surprises me, but secretly, I am loving the fact that she is no longer afraid to challenge me. The more sass she gives me, the more I want to dive face first between her thighs and devour her until she screams for mercy. I need submission from her, but not weakness. That is the amazing thing about her; she is strong, independent, tossing sass out at me like the vixen that she is. What makes my damn knees weak is the fact that she hands it all over to me. The trust she allows me to have, the power she gives me over her body; it’s a thing of beauty. Together, it’s as if we have a rhythm all our own that no one understands, except us.
“Stand up.” I command. The moment she does, I walk around her, grabbing a chair from the dinette table. “Sit, Camaron, all the way against the back of the chair.” She sits, pushing her back flush against the back of the seat. “Good girl,” I say, making her sigh in pleasure. “Grab the arm rests, I’m going to tie your hands.”
Pulling the paracord bracelet from my wrist, I make quick work of separating the blue and black cords, tying her wrists to the arm rests. Standing behind her I strip, tossing my clothes and boots out of the way. Cam sits patiently; her breasts bounce with each breath she takes while she waits for me to touch her. Reaching out, I graze my fingers along her collar bone; her pulse quickening under my fingertips. Cupping her breast, I roll her nipple slowly between my thumb and finger, until it hardens. “You seem to be enjoying yourself, baby, but you’re very quiet. Let’s see what we can do about that shall we?”
I drop to my knees, yanking her legs apart. My fingers sliding behind her knees, then I pull until her ass slides to the very edge of the chair. “If you try to close your legs, Camaron, I’ll tie them to the chair legs. Use your safe word if you need to. Do you remember your safe word Camaron?” I ask, meeting her eyes.
“Yes, Aiden, I do.” She pants.
I look down at her feet as she curls her toes into the carpet. “Oh baby, that won’t help you. I’m going to make you come so hard, Cam, the only thing you will be able to do is cry out my name.” Leaning down, I kiss her knee. I spread her legs wider, the sight of her open to me, makes my mouth water. My mouth nips up her inner thigh; Cam moans as I lick and nip my way up to her apex.
“Aiden, please.” She pants, desperation pouring off every word. “I can’t take anymore.”
My dick twitches at her plea. “Oh, Camaron, you will." I scold. My finger parts her lips, she jumps the moment I graze her clit. I dive in like a hungry man, starving for her taste. My tongue flicks against her clit, before I suck it into my mouth. My hand slides up her body, grabbing her breast, pinching her nipple. Cam moans, struggling to keep her legs still. Her thighs tighten, trembling as I plunge my tongue into her pussy. Thrusting, teasing her, giving her a taste of what my cock is aching to do to her. Her sweet taste floods my tongue, feeding my desire. I lap at her like a man who has just found a desert oasis, unable to get enough. Cam’s hands grip the armrests tightly; her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls, driving me like a crazed man, desperate to make her explode in my mouth. Flattening my tongue, I run it up to her clit once more then suck at her harder than before. Like pushing a button, Camaron explodes; not letting up, I pinch her nipple harder.
“Aiden! God, Aiden. Yes!” She screams, her legs coming up over my shoulders, her hips desperately trying to grind against my mouth. “Please don’t stop.”
Rising up on my knees, I attack her mouth. Thrusting my tongue against hers, biting at her lip, both of us ravenous for each other. Unable to get enough of her, I grab the back of her head, pulling her hard against me. I consume her, minute by minute, until I can’t breathe and have to pull back for air. Cam’s eyes are blazing when I look into them. Her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, but the need for me still etched on her face. Without a word, I yank at the cords on the chair, freeing her hands. Grabbing her wrists, I run my fingers along the marks left by her restraints. “Aiden?” Cam asks, once she’s caught her breath. Emotions licking at the back of my throat like flames; things I want to say to her, that I need her to hear, but the words won’t come. I do the only thing I can think to do.
Grabbing her hips, I toss her over my shoulder making her yelp in surprise. “You moved your legs. Now, I’m going to redden that luscious ass of yours, then fuck you until the windows shatter from your screams." I say arrogantly, nearly sprinting down the damn hall to my bedroom. I may not be able to say the words I need her to hear; but my body speaks to hers in a way nothing else ever could. Flicking the light on with my elbow, I let Cam slide slowly down my body, so she can feel every single inch of me; I roll my hips against her once her toes hit the carpet.
“Aiden…” She mouths, but I am not exactly sure what she is pleading for.
Taking her hand, I walk over and sit on the end of the bed. Cam’s eyes are fixed on my dick, sticking straight up from between my spread legs, begging to drive into her again and again. “Steady yourself across my lap Camaron.”
Cam does just as I instruct her. I angle her so that the top half of her is face down on the mattress, my dick pressing hard against her belly. Wrapping one arm around her waist, my other hand caresses her ass. Teasing her by alternating firmer, hard touches with softer, tender ones, has her writhing in my lap, pushing back against my hand.
"Eager to feel my hand aren't we, Cam?" I ask, even though I know the answer. Before she can answer, my hand comes down with a loud slap. Her breath rushes out of her in a whoosh, but I don't miss the little sigh that follows. My dick stirs beneath her, anxious to be buried balls deep inside her warmth. "Open wider for me." I command, needing this just as badly as she does. My hand comes down again, lower this time; letting my fingers part her, I graze her clit.
"Like this Camaron?" I ask, rubbing slow circles. "Would you rather I just did this? You don't need to be spanked, do you baby?" I ask, when she squirms on my lap.
"I do! I need it. Please, Aiden, harder." She begs, I smile victoriously.
"Yes, I know you do." I reply, plunging two fingers deep into her pussy. "You're so wet from just two slaps baby, your pussy is greedy."
Slipping from her, I slap her ass, again and again; never coming down in the same place twice. I watch her beautiful ass turn pink, then redden more under my hand, with each slap. My cock is about to go off like a loaded gun. Cam's moans are growing more needy and desperate with every slap of my hand. Her hips arch back, seeking more, but I stop. Running my fingers along the swollen lips of her pussy, I spread her as wide as I can before plunging two fingers into her again. Instantly, her hips roll, greedily seeking the release she needs. "Come for me, Cam." I whisper gruffly, brushing my thumb over her clit while she fucks herself on my hand.
Camaron bucks and twists in my lap, her orgasms ripping through her, "I'm coming, oh shit! Aiden!" She cries out, then goes limp in my arms.
“You still on the pill, baby?” I ask, dying to be back in her skin on skin.
“Yes, Aiden. Please, nothing between us ever again.” She replies, just as needy as I am to have me inside her.
Turning her onto her back, on the bed, I plunge into her; unable to wait another second. Grabbing her legs I push them over my shoulders, angling her hips to thrust harder and faster. The need to make her come again overrides even my own pleasure. Hell, it's the most erotic gratification to watch her come undone under my hands. No one has ever gripped me this way. It was all about me shooting my load, about me getting off. With Cam it's different. I float in euphoria with every single climax I pull from Camaron's body.
Dipping my head, I suck her nipple into my mouth; her back arches, cries of pleasure piecing the air. "Aiden, more; please, I need more." She begs, driving me like a machine. My hips thrust violently, desperate to drive us both over the edge. Camaron screams in pleasure, her core gripping me like a fist. Sweat glistens across her skin, my mouth tasting inch after inch of sweet skin.
Camaron's hands grip my hips, trying to force me to go faster, to give her the rough fuck she needs so badly. I need it too; to fill her and stretch her almost to the point of pain. The delicious bite that is the most intense pleasure, that's what we both crave. Pulling back, I meet her eyes, "I'm goin' to take you hard now, Cam." I ground out between breaths and slam into her.
"Shit!" She screams, her inner walls clamping hard around my dick. "Aiden, yes, please again."
Rolling my hips, I pump into her again and again, unrelenting. Harder and harder, unable to slow down. I push us both to the point of exhaustion, but I can't quit. Cam's eyes lock on mine; the blue sapphires ignite me, my heart beating out of my chest, my stomach dropping into my toes. I slam against her, panting hard as she goes over, coming hard. Her screams send me over with her. I shove my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her sent as I fill her with my release.
Easing out of her, I pull Cam against me, burying my face in her hair. “I love you Cam. I love you so damn much it hurts.” I murmur. She sighs, contently, pressing kisses softly into my palm, then to my wrist. My pulse races against her lips. I have never cuddled after having sex with anyone, except Camaron. This is just one more thing I have with her; not because she takes it, or because I give it to her. This has nothing to do with our sexual kink in any way; Cam gets this from me because she deserves it. She makes me want to be better, for her. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for this woman, all she would ever have to do is ask. Maybe my brother is right; I probably am a pussy, but for Cam I’d give my last damn breath to see those eyes fill with love for me. Settling against the pillows, the last thing I hear, before I fall asleep, is Cam saying she loves me, before walking into the bathroom.
*Camaron*
After cleaning up in the bathroom, I slide back into bed, curling against Aiden. Almost automatically his arms wrap around me, his face pressing into my neck. His breath rushing along my throat right now is more comforting than any words he could ever say. The warmth of his body against mine, keeps me grounded; reminding me that this, here and now, is the most real thing I have ever felt in my life. Feeling completely content, I fall asleep wrapped in nothing but Aiden.
***
Sometime later, I roll over finding myself alone in the enormous bed. Sitting up, I realize Aiden must have covered me and left the room. Wrapping the sheet around my body, I pad out of the bedroom and up the hall. I hear a guitar strumming and stop, worried that Hunter has come over to work on something; until I hear him. Aiden’s voice echoes through the room and down the hall as he sings. The calm and controlled strumming of the guitar now accompanied by his gravelly voice, makes me melt. Aiden sings about someone being everything that makes sense in his world, the cure-all for his pain. Leaning against the wall, I watch his muscles ripple in his arm as he plays; his foot tapping on the floor, eyes shut tight while he pours his heart and soul into every word.
As if he can feel me watching him, Aiden’s eyes open; but he keeps playing, eyes locked on mine. I’m fifteen feet away from him, while he sings to me, but every word caresses my skin like a kiss. I can see why Daisy loves when Gray sings to her, being his is one thing; but knowing that every word of a song he sings, even if he didn’t write it, is for me. It’s a high I have never felt. Aiden’s words wash over me, he repeats over and over about how tangled up in me he is; that everything else may be a lie but I’m his truth.
Once he finishes the song, I have tears streaming down my face. He smiles nervously, sitting the guitar on the stand next to the couch. His cheeks flush, “Sorry I woke you, baby. Hunter left it here the other night. Sometimes I play when I can’t sleep.” He says, crooking his finger. “Come here, you’re too far away from me.”
My feet move without another thought, until I am standing in front of him. Aiden yanks the sheet from around me, tossing it to the couch; then pulls me into his lap. “I’m tangled the fuck up in you Cam, I heard that song on my IPod today and thought of nothing but you. There’s so much shit I need to say to you; all these things you deserve to hear, but I can’t get the words right in my head. The way I feel about you, how damn much I need you…”
Brushing my lips over his, I stop the conversation. Taking his hand I lace our fingers running them down my side along my tattoo. My own official collar; though if Luke had known that was my reason, he would have never done it for me. I want Aiden to know exactly what this ink means to me. That even if I tried to go on, he was never out of my thoughts or my heart. “I know, Aiden; the longer we were away from each other, the harder it got. Even when I forced myself to ignore the pain and move on, the only thing that kept me grounded was this.” I mumble against his mouth, while our fingers run along the script again and again. “You show me everything I need in your kiss and your touch, Aiden. Words are overrated, overused, and a lot of times end up being meaningless. Hell, people can say ‘I love you’ today, but then take it back tomorrow; I don’t want that kind of relationship. I’ll take a few kisses from you, or slaps to my ass,” I wink, wiggling my ass in his lap. “Over a bunch of overused words that anyone can say and few really mean. Even if I didn’t want to admit it, I knew you loved me long before you said it, baby.”
Lying together on the couch, we talk about anything and everything until the sun comes up, shining through the window. Our time alone, just the two of us, is over soon; in a matter of hours we will be on the bus. Luke and Chase will be gone, and we will be heading to Georgia to play a show tomorrow. To my first concert as manager, all the loose ends to tie up, the details to work out; I live for the excitement. Especially knowing it is something that I believe in: Shaft. They are so talented. Tad’s stupid ass nearly ruined them, costing them so much. Knowing all the possibilities of where they’re headed makes me honored to be a part of it all, but nervous too. I am here to take the reins so that they can concentrate on the music. Camaron Allen has to have her game face on tomorrow when we meet the vendors and make sure this concert shows Macon, Georgia and even Ironsound what Shaft is capable of doing with the right people backing them.
After I get dressed, I kiss Aiden goodbye, before going down to my room to pack my things up. “I’ll see you downstairs in about an hour.” He murmurs against my lips. “Tad may be around, so don’t go anywhere alone.”
“Yes, Sir.” I reply, winking at him sassily.
Aiden pulls me into his arms, grabbing my ass with both hands. “I’ll be sure to redden this sassy ass again; just as soon as we get some time alone.” He says, slamming his lips to mine. My tongue runs against his lips, begging for access, but he denies me. His fingers dig into my ass, lifting me so that our mouths are level before pulling back. “If I give in and kiss you like I want to, Camaron, you’ll end up naked on that couch while I fuck you. Can’t afford to miss the bus, those assholes couldn’t keep a beat without me.” He winks before lowering me to my feet again. “Go pack, and do it fast.” Aiden slaps my ass, making me yelp. I walk down the hall toward the elevator, shaking my ass the entire way just for him.
Checking my phone, I have about a dozen missed calls from an unknown number, along with another dozen from Tuesday, and Dustin, who has become the bane of my existence. Jackson’s assistant has been blowing my phone up ever since I agreed to meeting with them before the Rock For A Cure Fest on Saturday. I’ve been negotiating and discussing everything between meeting times and places, and the fact that Jackson wants a public apology from Aiden and the other members of Shaft. Hell, that ass even wants Daisy to apologize for things that make no rational sense. Due to the fact that the guys dodged a huge bad publicity bullet with Tad; I decided it is best to finesse the situation for now. My manners and patience are running thin so I text Tuesday letting her know we will be ready in an hour and ignore the calls from Dustin.
