by Kennedy Fox
“On one condition,” I say.
She frowns and narrows her eyes at me. “Are you serious?”
“Admit I won,” I mock with a smirk, knowing she’s gonna be pissed she didn’t get her way for once. “I won our bet, and you lost.” I bury my nose in the nape of her neck, and she wiggles beneath me, and I pull away, wanting to see her expression.
A sly smile spreads across her plump lips. “There are only winners here, but I guess I’ll order you that trophy after all,” she concedes, giggling. When I look down at her again, she lifts and gives me a chaste kiss.
I nibble on her ear, and whisper, “You are my trophy. Best prize I’ve ever had.”
“Then claim me as yours already,” she purrs.
While she wants me now, I prefer to take my time exploring and cherishing her body. When my fingers brush against her cheek, her pulse quickens. Cami’s eyes drift closed, and her breath quickens as I feather kisses along her jawbone, neck, and down to her breasts. I give each one equal attention before sliding down her stomach and burying myself between her legs.
She’s a greedy little thing and wants more. Tasting her again is all the motivation I need to devour her as if she’s my last meal. I increase my pressure and pace until she yells my name with sweet agony. Her back arches, but I keep going. I slide my palms under her ass cheeks and squeeze as I sink my tongue deeper inside her tight cunt.
“Mmm, Eli. Oh my...” She doesn’t finish her thoughts because I place two fingers into her glorious pussy and one in her ass. Her eyes pop open, and she gasps at the intrusion.
“Trust me,” I whisper, filling her as I lightly flick and tease her clit with my tongue.
“I do,” she says softly, relaxing against me.
“Mmm,” I hum when I glance up and see Cami pinching her nipples. I add more pressure as her moans become more guttural.
“Eli,” she gasps, and I continue finger fucking her, allowing the orgasm to build until it steals her breath away. It doesn’t take long before every muscle in her body tightens, and I want to be the best she’s ever had. As I watch her, it’s almost as if she’s about to be suspended in air, and then the release takes hold.
I kiss her inner thighs as her body seizes, then look up at her.
“Wow. Damn. That was...intense as hell,” she says, coming down from her high and looking at me with satisfaction. I kneel between her legs, watching her bite her lip as she cups her breast. My cock is so goddamn hard as I lean in closer and play in her wetness, sliding my tip up and down.
“Eli,” she whispers desperately. “I need you inside me.”
“Don’t you know the magic word is please?” I tease. In a blink, her arms loop around my neck, and she pulls me on top of her.
“Now,” she demands, slamming her mouth to mine.
“Did you forget who’s in control here?” I taunt. Kissing my way back down her body, I then shift back to my knees, spreading her legs wider.
“If I say you are, then will you please fuck me?” she says sweetly.
I smirk, then glance down at my bare dick.
I’ve never not used protection. I know it’s going to be mind-blowing because it’s with Cami, but to feel her without nothing between us has me eager to fuck her raw like she’s begging.
“Good girl.” I waggle my brows, amused by how desperate she sounds.
I hover above her, then slowly slide inside inch by inch. There’s silence except for the sounds of our shallow breaths as she adjusts to my size and takes all of me. She’s so damn tight and warm, and I groan as I lift her hips to rock against me.
Cami grins as she wraps her legs around my waist, and our steady movements create an intense buildup. We escape in each other’s eager lips, experiencing intimacy on a higher level than ever before. I nuzzle her neck, smelling her skin and hair, getting caught up in the emotions that swarm through me.
“It’s never felt like this before,” I admit, my voice a breathless whisper as I rest my forehead against hers.
“Me either. It’s so good,” she says with desperation in her tone. She has all of me but demands more. “Harder, Eli. I won’t break.”
Her confidence makes me grin, and I lift one of her thighs, then place it on my shoulder. I slide deeper, then thrust with more power than before. She gasps and drags her nails down my back as her head falls back.
“Yes, just like that. Oh my God,” she cries.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last as long as I want if you keep making those little whimpers,” I tell her before crashing my mouth to hers.
“I can’t help it.” She chuckles softly.
Brushing my fingers over her soft skin, I cup her breast and squeeze. She brings her hands to my head and removes the ponytail, my hair falling down against my face.
“You look so sexy with your hair like this,” she says, playing with my strands. “Then again, I love when you pull it up too.”
“Yeah, it’s a chick magnet,” I tease.
“Shut up.” She giggles. “No chicks better be touching or even looking at my man.”
“Hearing you say that is hot as hell,” I admit, lowering until I capture her lip between my teeth.
As we make love, our ragged breaths fill the silent space.
I pick up my pace, pounding faster and causing her glorious tits to bounce. We’re needy and moan together, a melodic sound of audible emotions.
“Damn, baby,” I groan. “You feel so good. I could stay here all goddamn night.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she repeats. As the intensity builds and our releases threaten to take hold, she tugs my hair.
“Come inside me,” she urges.
I pant, my heartbeat in my ears. “Cami, that’s risky.”
“I’m on the pill,” she reassures me. “I’ve…never shared that with anyone before. I want it to be you, Eli.”
My mouth goes dry, and I know if I continue pumping into her, I won’t pull out fast enough. However, the thought of Cami pregnant with my baby has me wanting to lose all control.
With my arms on each side of her, I hold myself above her petite frame. I move my face closer to hers, twisting my tongue with hers as I ram my cock inside her tight little cunt.
Her pants quicken, and when her body seizes again, she demands I fuck her. Deep in the pit of my stomach, I feel the build. I move upright and pull her thighs toward me, ramming harder like she wants. Cami studies me, and my vision blurs as I spill inside her, releasing deep groans as the orgasm takes over. As I try to inhale, I lean down, and we exchange a searing-hot kiss.
“Wow,” she blows out, satisfied, tucking her bottom lip into her mouth.
I give her a wink and then help clean her up, both of us unable to stop touching each other.
Afterward, we lie together and stare up at the ceiling. Eventually, Cami and I move to face each other. I reach over and push her hair behind her ear. I notice her cheeks are rosy red, and her lips are swollen.
“I’m speechless,” she finally says, staring like she’s scared I’ll disappear if she blinks. “And you know how rare that is for me. I feel like we just did this soul-bonding ritual like in those fantasy books.”
Laughter escapes me. “You’re so fucking cute,” I admit, and she leans forward and captures my mouth. I deepen the kiss, and she moans against me.
“It was intense,” I admit, trying to make sense of what I’m feeling. I want to tell her how much I love her, how much I’ve always loved her, but I also don’t want to say those words too soon and scare her away. So I keep them to myself, but I think she feels it too.
We make out like ravenous teenagers making up for lost time. When I finally pull away, we’re both breathless. “Take a break, because I’m ready for more of you.” She glances down at my cock.
“Are you gonna name him too?” I ask, referencing to how she named her vibrator. I place my hands behind my head and grin.
She scrunches her nose, thinking hard. “Maybe. Hmm. Zeus? That sounds like a name for somet
hing big and mighty.”
A roar of a laugh escapes me. “Oh really? You’re too good for my ego.”
Wrapping my arm around her, I pull her close to my body, and she lays her head against my chest and listens to my heartbeat. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to be with you like this?”
“Do you know how long I’ve waited?” she counters.
“A week?” I ask.
“Wrong,” she states, peeking up at me. “You’re so wrong, and you don’t even know.”
The words are like music to my ears as she shifts, then straddles me. She grabs my cock that’s still hard, then takes every inch of me again, rocking her hips as I grip her waist. Her head falls back on her shoulders, and she takes full control. This is the Cami I love, the one who knows what she wants and takes it without apology.
With her name on my lips, I dig my thumbs into her skin, driving into her. Cami rides me until we’re close to the edge, then soon we’re spilling over.
“Four,” she screams out as we both chase our high. She runs her fingernails down my rib cage and mixes pleasure with pain. Cami paints her mouth across mine while we’re still connected, fully satiated.
“One more to go,” I tell her with a smug smile.
“I’m numb from the waist down.”
“Then you better hold on.” Swiftly, I grab her waist and flip her on her back, then rub my fingers over her clit. It’s swollen, and I can tell it’s sensitive.
“Holy shit,” Cami mutters as her eyes roll to the back of her head. It’s only another couple of minutes until she’s digging her nails in my arm and exploding in relief.
After cleaning up for the second time, I fall asleep with a smile on my face and Cami in my arms.
I’ve imagined what it would be like being with her, but none of those fantasies even compare to reality.
Not in a million fucking years.
Chapter Nineteen
CAMERON
DAY 15
I wake up with sweat covering my forehead, and my body feels like it might be on fire. Eli’s legs tangle with mine, and I try to wiggle out of his hold. Drinking too much last night has made me feel like shit. As soon as I sit up, I know something isn’t right. It’s not the first time I’ve had stupid amounts of alcohol, but this seems different. I wobble when I place my feet on the floor, and I find some strength to move forward. My chest is tight, and I wonder if I slept weird or if our sexual activities last night did a number on me, but I’ve never felt this way before. On repeat, I tell myself I’m just hungover. That’s all this is.
I walk to the bathroom and slip on a robe when I start shivering and coughing.
“Cami,” Eli mumbles from the bed in a sexy morning rasp.
“In here,” I respond. My voice sounds different, and it burns when I swallow. “In the bathroom,” I say louder, but my throat is scratchy, which isn’t typical for me after a night of drinking.
Footsteps lightly sweep across the floor, and he opens the door wearing loose hanging sweatpants and notices me leaning over the sink. When I meet his eyes, they go wide.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern coating his tone.
I choke down my fear of being sick and push my hair out of my face. “I think I drank too much.”
“Do you have a fever?” he asks.
I bring my palm to my forehead and shrug.
“Where’s your thermometer? We need to check your temp.”
I point at the cabinet between us. He comes closer, grabs it, then hands it to me. I look down at the digital stick in my hand, turn it on, and place it under my tongue. Moments later, it beeps, and when I see the result, I want to cry.
“What does it say?” Eli searches my face, but he knows by my expression that it’s not good news.
I create distance as tears build in my eyes. I shake my head, trying to comprehend what this means.
“Cami? What’s it say?” he repeats, his voice deep and cautious. He knows something’s wrong. We both do.
I look over at him, and when he steps toward me, I hold out my hand to stop him from coming any closer. “It’s 101.6. Stay back, please. If I’m sick, you’re at a higher risk of hospitalization if you catch it.”
Those aren’t the words I want to say after the amazing night we shared. Images of his mouth and hands on my body flash through my head, and I replay all the times we kissed. If Eli gets it from me, it could kill him, and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. We’ve been isolated together for two weeks, which means I’ve been a carrier since I arrived.
Disregarding my pleas, he takes two steps forward. His voice softens. “No, let me take care of you.”
“Please,” I beg again. “Being near me is too dangerous with your asthma,” I remind him. The episode he had a week ago is still fresh in my mind. It was traumatizing to watch him struggle to breathe.
“You don’t know what you have, though. It could be anything. It’s flu season, too.” He tries to calm me, but it doesn’t work. My gut screams that I’m not that lucky, and that this isn’t something I’ll get over in a few days. I was around hundreds of people before the shelter in place was ordered. People who were asymptomatic continued going to class because no one knew how bad it was until it was too late.
“A fever this high is enough warning. For your sake, we have to treat it like the worst-case scenario to be on the safe side.” I choke back a sob, then turn on the faucet, holding a washcloth under the cool stream. “I’ll be okay,” I say more to comfort myself than him. Eli stares as I wring out the water.
“If you really have it, then so do I. It’s a little too late to think I haven’t caught it.” He shrugs as if it’s no big deal. “We kissed on the second day here and have been around each other every day since then. We’d be foolish to think otherwise.”
I relentlessly shake my head in disagreement. “No, that’s not one hundred percent true. We don’t know, so we have to take every precaution possible.”
“I’ll text your brother and see if he has any advice so we can be more prepared in the coming days. He might have a few tips and tricks or something, but let me help you, Cami.” He’s nearly begging, and I’m not sure I’m strong enough to push him away when I just want him to hold me.
“Eli,” I whisper. Panic and unease swim through my veins as my chest rattles. The morning after such an amazing night isn’t supposed to be like this. I wish we could have breakfast together, spend the rest of the day snuggling, and relive last night. Instead, I have to force him to leave me alone.
He exits the bathroom, and for a second, I think I may have gotten through to him. Moments later, he returns with Tylenol and two bottles of water. He sets them on the nightstand and glances at me. “You can’t get dehydrated. Take these and text me if you need anything, okay? Anything at all, even if it’s just to keep you company. And if you get any worse, let me know.”
I nod, wanting to lie down and cover myself with a pile of blankets. “I will. Thank you.”
Once he’s out of the room, I grab the thermometer and place it on the bedside table, then take the pills. The sheets are a crumpled mess at the end of the bed from rassling in them last night, and I try to fix them the best I can, but my head is too heavy. I’m scared of what the future holds, more than I’ve ever been before. I know Eli said he’d text Ryan, but I text him too.
Cameron: I think I have the virus. What should I do?
I don’t expect him to answer me anytime soon. Having a conversation with him the past couple of weeks has been difficult. My brother’s a goddamn hero, but I selfishly wish he were here with me.
Somehow, even though I’m restless, I fall asleep. My skin sticks to the sheets, but I’m cold, so I stay covered. Fever dreams capture me, and I wake up in a panic with a racing heart. I should let my parents know what’s going on, but I also don’t want to worry them. My mother gets irrational when it comes to her children. Considering my brother is on the front lines of this war against the illness, she’s got
enough on her emotional plate to deal with. But if I end up hospitalized, the guilt of not speaking up would consume me. Before I call, I take my temperature again. As I suspected, it hasn’t changed.
She answers, and I know she’s smiling by how upbeat she is. “Hey, sweetie. Why didn’t you FaceTime me?”
I inhale a deep breath, trying to find the strength to speak. “Mom.”
“Yes, dear?”
“I have a fever and feel like death. I’m terrified.” My voice trembles as I try to swallow down my fear. I don’t care that I’m twenty-two and nearly crying. Sometimes, I just want my mom to comfort me and say everything will be okay.
“How high is it?” The concern in her question is clear.
“When I just checked, it was 101,” I say with a small cough. “I was fine yesterday, but woke up like this,” I explain.
She lets out a fearful sigh. “Can you get tested so you know for sure?”
“They’re not testing people like me with no pre-existing conditions who’re young and healthy. Only if they have to be admitted. They’ll instruct me to stay home, take Tylenol, and if things get worse, call the helpline,” I repeat what I read online a few days ago, then take a sip of water.
“Did you call Ryan?” Mom asks, alarmed. “Maybe he can get you one?”
“I texted him, but he’s swamped, so I don’t know when I’ll hear back. He’ll say the same, though. I’ve watched the news, read all the articles, and am aware of what the process is right now.” The line is silent for a while. “Hello?”
“Yes, I’m still here. I’m extremely worried about you. If you would’ve listened, you’d be with me so I can take care of you. I’d call the family doctor to do a house visit, and he’d get you tested.”
This isn’t the time for her to power play me or use our family’s money to get special treatment. I’m not labeled high risk and would feel guilty when thousands of other people are being denied. “No, if I would’ve stayed home, you’d be sick too. Me being at the cabin is for the best for you and Daddy.” I try to ease her mind, but it’s no good. She’ll lose sleep over this regardless of what I say.