Kiss Cam (With A Kiss Book 1)

by Anie Michaels

  He shrugged. “Justin’s cool. He knows there’s someone I’m trying to impress.” He winked at me, the bastard.

  “Oh, well, impress away. I’ll have to make it up to him though. I feel bad taking his ticket.”

  “You’ll do nothing of the sort,” he said, suddenly sounding possessive. His rumbly voice sent even more shivers down my spine. “Save all your favors for me.”

  The meal that followed the cheese was fantastic, and I couldn’t remember a date I’d had where it felt so effortless and comfortable to sit next to someone and just talk. We talked about everything and anything, we laughed, we kissed, and we touched. By the time dessert was served, Camden’s arm was around me and I was curled into his side, and we cracked up as we fed each other tiny bites of cakes and fruit dipped in chocolate.

  His kisses were sweet, but it wasn’t just the chocolate. It was him. I could see he was trying hard to be respectful, to get to know me while still dancing around the weird yet invigorating sexual buzz that floated around us ever since that first kiss. I’d be the first to admit I’d tried to deny it, to tamp down the raging attraction I felt for him, but every moment we spent together that night chipped away at my resolve.

  He paid the bill and led me up the staircase, his hand wrapped around mine, and we walked unhurriedly back to his car.

  “That was the perfect dinner,” I said, feeling nervous all of a sudden. I didn’t want the evening to be over, I didn’t want to watch him walk down my stairs, away from me again. He didn’t answer; instead, he drew light circles on the back of my hand with his thumb.

  We were both relatively quiet as he crossed the river back to the east side of the city, but he held my hand the entire way. As we neared my neighborhood my heart started fluttering, the nerves taking over. The closer he got to my apartment, the more I wanted the night to extend. There was an open spot right in front of my building and he pulled in quickly. He put the car in park, but didn’t turn off the ignition. My eyes were glued to his hand in my lap.

  “Hey,” he said, using a gentle finger to pull my chin in his direction. “That was a great date.”

  “Yeah” was my breathy agreement. He moved in and pressed his mouth again mine, a soft kiss that felt too much like a good-bye. With his lips barely pressed against mine, I said, “Come upstairs.” We were paused, noses touching, breaths intermingling, and my request hanging in the air between us. His finger moved down my chin and trailed a soft path down the side of my neck, and then I felt the warmth of his entire palm at my cheek.

  “I want to, Riley. So badly. But every other time we’ve been together, I’ve taken things too far and you’ve run from me.” He let out a large and heavy sigh. “I don’t want to push you away again.”

  I brought my hand to cover his, which was still resting against my cheek. “You won’t. You can’t. I want this. I want you.” He pulled back slightly, his eyes darting between mine, then pulled his hand from my face, opened his car door, and climbed out. I watched him walk around the front, come to my door, open it, and hold a hand out to me.

  I took his hand and let him lead me out of the car and toward the door that opened up to my narrow stairwell. When we reached the top, he let me go to allow me to open my door, but I fumbled with the keys as I felt his hand gently move my hair from my shoulder. The tinkling of the keys in my shaking hand was all I heard before I felt his lips right on the curve where my neck and shoulder met. I gasped as the sensation sent rockets of pleasure throughout my body, my eyes fluttering, but I still managed to get the key in the door and open it.

  The door swung in and suddenly I was weightless. Camden’s arms wrapped around me from behind—one around my waist while the other was around my shoulders—and he held me close to him, walking me into my apartment, his mouth still doing wonderfully arousing things to my neck. I felt him kick the door shut and somewhere in my mind I registered my purse falling to the floor, but I didn’t care about anything except his mouth and the way it had my whole body igniting.

  “Bedroom,” he rasped against my skin, the stubble along his jaw completely undoing me.

  “Down the hall,” I whispered, unable to use my voice at all. “Second door on the right.”

  He wasted no time moving me to the bedroom, my body still completely in his arms, lost to the feeling of finally letting myself have this man.

  The room was dark, only moonlight shining through the window, but it was enough to see by. He stopped just in front of my bed and gently placed my feet back on the ground and unwrapped his arms from me slowly, dragging his hands over my body as if he didn’t want to lose contact for even a moment. His hand smoothed over my chest, the swell of my breasts tingling at the feeling of his fingers there, even over the material of my dress. I was absolutely a goner for him and my body wanted nothing more than to simply connect with his, to feel him, press against him, be filled by him.

  The warmth of his hands moved down the sides of me, over my ribcage, past the curve of my waist and the swell of my hips, until I felt him grasp the hem of my dress.

  “All you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will,” he said softly, pausing, my dress still in his grip.

  “I don’t want you to stop,” I managed to whimper.

  His hands moved up slowly, peeling the dress away, removing the last layer of resistance between us. I lifted my arms as the dress moved over my head, the ends of my hair falling back onto my oversensitive skin, causing new goose bumps to break out. I heard the fabric of my dress hit the floor somewhere in the corner, but was brought back to Camden when his fingers unclasped my bra. I felt it unsnap and fall forward, so I let it drift to the ground at my feet, but then gasped when I felt his lips at my spine. He trailed soft kisses down my back, slowly moving all the way down to the edge of my panties, all while my breath was caught in my lungs and my heart was tripping over itself. He pulled the back zipper down on my little-heeled booties and slipped my shoes off, tossing them in the same direction as my dress. Then his hands came to my hips and gently turned me to face him.

  To see him kneeling before me, moonlight highlighting every beautiful feature of his face—his jawbone, his mostly perfect nose with just the slightest knot on the bridge, and that gorgeous stubble I wanted to feel grazing over every inch of my body—it made everything seem perfect, even the crazy way we met. In that moment I regretted nothing because I knew, had we taken any other path, that moment would never have occurred. And I’d have given up a lot to see those eyes staring up at me with nothing but adoration and lust.

  Without breaking eye contact, Camden slid my panties down my legs, and I gently stepped out of them, waiting for his eyes to leave mine and take in my body. I was nervous, but only a little. There was that normal nagging voice in the back of my mind, worried he wouldn’t like something about me, but it was quieter than it usually was in moments like this. Sure, I wanted him to like my body and find me attractive, but there was something about the way he was looking into my eyes that told me it wasn’t my body he was after and he’d take me any way he could get me, that my body was something he craved just as a vehicle to something else, something more.

  When his gaze finally drifted down my body, I watched as the sexiest grin spread over his face.

  “Fuck me,” he said softly, “you’re perfect.” His hands slid up the back of my calves, pulling me forward ever so slightly. They continued up my thighs and stopped when each of his hands was palming my ass. My hands wound in his hair at just the same moment as he pressed the lightest of kisses just above the strip of curls between my legs. His mouth continued upward along the path between my breasts, his hands following, gliding over every part of me. When his lips finally connected with mine, the fire had become an inferno. Long gone were the slow and sultry kisses; we’d moved on to the deep, passionate, frantic kisses that stoked the flames.

  He pulled me into him, and my hands got busy unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and throwing it to the floor, all while his tong
ue swept through my mouth and his hands pawed at my naked body. I had never tried to unbutton a shirt without looking before, but it turned out I was pretty good at it. With even more haste, I pulled off his undershirt and then started working on his belt. I managed to get his pants unzipped and down his legs, and while he kicked them off I slid my fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs. I pulled away from him, wanting to give him the same image of me kneeling before him, so I looked him in the eye and then slid down to the floor, taking his underwear with me.

  There was so much to look at, so much to take in, but I held his gaze, loving the way heat and lust crept into his eyes as I rested back on my ankles. But I could only keep my eyes from his body for so long before I broke down and let myself take all of him in. His cock was magnificent, long and thick, slightly intimidating but not big enough to make me hesitate. It was just big enough to allow for a small pep talk. I know this dick is the biggest dick you’ve ever seen, Vagina, but you’ve got to take this one for the team.

  And then there were his thighs. Good God. Clad in denim they’d been my undoing, like blocks of muscle just defined enough to make me want to sit on his lap for all kinds of various reasons—both sex related and not. But bare, those thighs were begging to be handled. I reached forward, my hands coming to rest on the mound of muscle above his knees, and they felt amazing.

  “Ever since I saw you sitting next to me at that Renegades game,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, “I’ve wanted to get my hands on these.” Feeling more confident and brave than I ever remembered, I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his massive thigh, letting my hands move around to his ass. I knelt up, pressing kisses up his leg, letting his cock brush against my breast, trying not to seem too much like a tease but enjoying the way his muscles tensed beneath my touch.

  Before I could take any more action, I was suddenly lifted from the floor and tossed onto my bed. I bounced a little, but all momentum was stopped when Camden’s hard and heavy body pressed me into the mattress.

  “One day, I’ll let you take the lead. I’ll lie back and let you do whatever you want, let you have your wicked way with me.” I let out short little puffs of air, my lungs apparently forgetting their one and only job, as Camden’s mouth moved to my neck and his nose moved gently up the side of my throat, stopping just at my ear. “But tonight, I’m in control.” He kissed me just below my ear, and then he moved south. Lips, tongue, and teeth all moved along my throat, along my shoulder, down my chest, and in between my breasts. He palmed one of them, bringing the other to his mouth, greedily sucking my nipple in and hungrily using his teeth and tongue on it.

  He stayed there for just a moment, but moved on once I’d gotten accustomed to his mouth around my nipple. His large, strong hands followed his mouth and he left more open kisses down my belly. His fingers gripped my sides and I didn’t know if he was holding me down or just holding me. His hands felt purposeful and possessive. This was no sloppy hookup, this wasn’t some booty call; this was intentional and thoughtful.

  He finally settled himself between my thighs, staring at me, spread open and bared to him, with so much intensity I almost couldn’t watch. But the idea of missing the show, of not watching Camden Rogers use his mouth on me, wasn’t an option in my book. His arms wrapped under my knees, hands coming to rest on top of my thighs, both holding me open and pinning me down. His eyes flicked up to meet my gaze, and without breaking it, I watched as his tongue moved against my opening.

  My eyes fluttered, nearly closing, but I forced them open, forced myself to enjoy every aspect of what he was doing to me. I wanted to watch him, to feel him, smell him—everything. His tongue swiped over my clit, making my hips jump toward him, and I saw his eyes smile even though his mouth was occupied. He alternated between circling with his tongue and sucking with his mouth, all the while he used his chin and stubble to grind into me, causing my hips to move to a rhythm I’d never found in the past. I was circling my hips, my fingers had found their way to his stupidly soft hair, and my cries were getting louder and more insistent. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself on the cusp of a fantastic orgasm.

  “Cam,” I whisper-cried. He only hummed in response, the sensation against my clit sending me over the edge of sanity and into the crevasse of ecstasy. My back arched off the bed, my head rolled back, my mouth gaped open, and I prayed—absolutely begged inside my mind—that he would do that to me a million times before he got tired of it. All the while he still held me down, his strong hands gripping my thighs, his mouth not letting up one bit.

  When I’d finally stopped convulsing beneath him, his hands loosened up and he pressed soft kisses to the insides of both my thighs while I caught my breath. Then he moved north again, splaying kisses up my center, making his way back to my mouth. When his mouth came back to mine, the kiss was gentle and sated, almost as if he’d gotten as much out of my orgasm as I had. Never had a man gone down on me and then kissed me on the mouth, and for a reason I couldn’t completely grasp, it was the sexiest fucking thing. I tasted a mixture of him and me, tasted the arousal he’d given me, and I was lost in the way the entire experience was making me feel.

  He kissed me for ages, it seemed. His hands moved all over me, lightly caressing me, forcefully palming me; each moment it was something different, something better. Each passing second with Camden was better than the last.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist and could instantly feel his erection at my core, the length of it fitting perfectly against me. We both realized the connection at the same time, both our bodies going still. His forehead rested against mine, both of us panting, eyes closed, and then he ever so slowly slid his length over me, his cock cradled by me, his head applying the perfect amount of pressure to my clit, and we both groaned at the same time.

  “Fuck, Riley, I’m not even in you yet, and I can tell you’re made for me.” His voice was low and raspy, like each word was a chore to get out.

  “Please,” I said, my hands fisting the sheets at my sides, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth. “I need more.” The sensation of his cock moving over my clit was deliciously agonizing. I loved it and hated it simultaneously. It was everything, but it wasn’t enough.

  He thrust against me a few more times, his breathy grunts only pushing me past a sane level of arousal, when he finally pulled away and hopped off the bed. It occurred to me instantly what he was searching for, so I rolled toward my side table and pulled a condom out of the drawer.

  “Here,” I said, holding it out to him, watching his mouth turn up into a smile. He stood at the edge of my bed, rolling the condom down his shaft, and it was possibly the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. The image was just so male and he was so entirely beautiful. He finished and then climbed back on the bed, crawling toward me, his eyes starting at my waist and then moving up until they met mine.

  When he was over me, he paused for a moment, just looking at me, both his hands pressed into the mattress on either side of my face, my legs spread to accommodate him. When his lips met mine, it was the fucking sweetest kiss, and if I hadn’t been so turned on, I would have simply melted into it.

  “You okay?” he asked, his face just a hair’s breadth from mine.

  “Yes,” I breathed, squirming beneath him, aching for contact.

  He kissed me again, but this time, as his tongue swept through my mouth, his pelvis tipped and he slowly slid into me, inch by fucking inch.

  I moaned into his mouth, not even caring, just feeling. My pep talk to my vagina hadn’t been enough; I hadn’t warned her that she’d be ruined for all other penises. Because in that moment, when Camden was buried in me, pushed so far into me I never wanted him to leave, I knew it would never be the same with anyone else. I was a goner.

  And then he pulled out.

  And then he thrust back in.

  Fuck.

  Me.

  He slowly built a rhythm, finding a pace that was both punishing and wild. He fucked me and kissed me
at the same time, and I couldn’t keep up. He was always one step ahead of me and I was lost to sensation, completely and utterly useless. But I think he liked that about me. I think he got off on the sight of my eyes fluttering, of my fingers gripping the pillow behind my head, and my voice spewing unintelligible words. He was grunting and biting and saying small words like “yes,” and “fuck,” and “goddamn.”

  When he grabbed my ass and pulled me higher onto his cock, I knew he had to be close. His momentum changed, his urgency. Suddenly he was chasing something. He thrust quicker and quicker, and every time he moved inside of me it was like tiny sexual fireworks detonating within me. Then the bastard moved one hand to my clit, rubbing circles around it with his thumb, and that was officially the end of me.

  I exploded into a million tiny fractals, scattering, pulsing, electrified.

  And then Camden’s hands gripped me, collected me, and pulled me back together, holding me close to his body.

  He thrust wildly and then, with a groan, finally came.

  “Oh, fuck,” he said, moments later, before I could even fathom putting together a two-word sentence. “Oh, fuck,” he repeated, with a little more enthusiasm. This was the moment I was used to the men rolling off me and making an excuse as to why they had to leave. But Camden simply pulled his face far enough away from mine so that I could see his clear eyes and said, “We’re doing that again. All the fucking time.”

  I couldn’t help the laugh that broke from me, shot out of me like a cannon, then turned into a fit of giggles. He’d rendered me stupefied.

  “Jesus,” he whispered, his hand brushing my crazy hair from my face as he smiled at me with such sincerity. “Where the hell have you been all this time?”

  I managed to shrug, not finding any words suitable for the emotional whirlwind inside my body.