Beautiful Lies

by Gina Whitney

  “No problem. Anybody would’ve done it,” I said, trying not to let my voice quiver. I glanced over at Cam, who by now had put on his shades. He was so ridiculously hot right then. No matter how he might have felt, he looked so calm and confident. He loosened his shirt and tie, ensuring a beguiling casualness that drew me in even more. Then he slightly slouched down into the driver’s seat and leaned in toward me. I reciprocated by coyly pressing my small shoulder against his rippled upper arm. As Cam nuzzled closer to me, my eyes drew up to his face, where I could see that his five-o’clock shadow was beginning to sprout along his chiseled jawline. A hint of a rustic mountain man was breaking out of his cosmopolitan shell.

  I tilted my head onto his arm. Keeping his eyes on the road, Cam inhaled the scent of my hair. He said, “You smell so good right now.”

  I blushed as I reveled in his compliment. I was delighted, thrilled, to be in that car with Cameron. I wished it were under different circumstances. But I was taking what I could get. For the duration of the drive, I could pretend…pretend that Cam was my man, and I was his woman. Pretend that all was right in the world. No Sig. No Jacob. No thoughts about my past. I felt free.

  After a nearly trafficless drive, we finally arrived back at Cam’s place. We both sat in the car silently pondering what to do next. I figured I had overstayed my welcome.

  “Well, I guess I should go home,” I said as I opened the car door a tad.

  “No. I want you to stay. For once I don’t want to be alone.”

  Cam used his finger to softly put my hair behind my ear. His eyes seared into me, and I melted into the seat. I could tell that not only did he want me there; he needed me there. Never in my life had anyone needed me. That was different for me because I always needed everyone else. It felt good to be the one needed for a change. Because Cam trusted me, I could not abandon him. I said, “Okay, I’ll stay. For you. I’ll stay.”

  I was concerned about Cam. He looked fine in the car, almost as though the memorial service had not even fazed him.

  But as we entered his apartment, I noticed he became more self-contained. As an expert in emotional suppression, I could always tell when someone else was doing it. I knew he was struggling with all that caged-in despair. The sweet thing was that Cam was holding his pain down for me. He was trying to make me feel comfortable and wanted me to feel good. He took no account of his own hurt, which lay just under his skin. Yet I could still feel his pain radiating out of him…achy, like he had the flu.

  Cam did not even have the momentum to plop down in his favorite chair. Like a beat-up athlete, he slowly lowered himself into it. He eased back and put his hands up to his eyes. I could tell that he did not know how to rid himself of the pain of losing his mother or the rage he felt toward his father for taking her away.

  I had to do something. There was no way I could erase the past and bring his mother back. I could only please him with whatever was immediately available. “Babe, you just sit there and relax. I’m going to make you a nice cup of tea.”

  Cam reached his hand out to me and gave me a sullen smile. I know it was wrong, but I could not help that his touch caused a thousand tiny fires to burn inside of me.

  “You know my mother used to make me tea when I was sick. That is one of the things I miss about her the most.”

  I gave Cam a wink as his fingers unlocked from mine.

  “Be right back,” I said as I made my way to the kitchen.

  “Could you put some rum in it?”

  “Sure thing.”

  When I entered the kitchen, from that angle I could still see Cam. I could tell that his brain was projecting a movie about the day his mother died. I found myself entering his nightmare with my own imaginings. I saw random images of Cam’s mother pleading for his father not to hurt him. Others images showed the glint of his father’s revolver, first pointed at Cam and then his mom. The last part of the shared mental movie was vivid and much too raw, like lemon juice on an open cut. It was the bang of the gun.

  The whistle of the teakettle jolted me back to reality. I then entered the den with Earl Grey tea swirled with a bit of cream and heavily spiked with rum. I could see that Cam had been railing against his melancholia, as indicated by the faint layer of sweat on his brow. I put the tea down and squatted between his legs. He pulled forward as he wrapped his masculine arms around my lower back. The ridges of his rock-hard abs pressed against me. His rough hands rubbed up and down my sides as he brought me closer to his engorged cock. I was a mess inside and did not know how to deal with the lascivious charge ricocheting inside me.

  Was this appropriate at that moment? I mean I was there to help him. But things were somehow turning around. I realized that I wanted relief too. Cam was intuitive enough to pick up on it. He put his lips just below my ear. I relished the warmth of his breath on my skin.

  Cam said, “You and me, we have a lot in common. I don’t know that much about you, but I can see that you are broken like me, a wounded person. I know old wounds that cut deep never really fade. Inside scars aren’t pretty. See, people like us just want to cut off the heads of the demons in our past. If we don’t, grief will snuff us out. I don’t have control over everything, but I can control this: I want to make you feel better. I have to make you feel better, and I will so that we can both be free. So tonight we have a choice. Either we can continue living in misery with our very souls slipping away, or we can liberate each other.”

  “Let the liberating begin,” I said.

  I then felt Cam’s plump, wet lips on mine. He kissed my lips slowly as if they were virgins he was about to deflower. Next thing I knew, he was nibbling them. His bites got progressively harder, so primal, as he was driven by his pain and desire for my deliverance.

  “Lilly, I want to make love to you,” Cam breathily said.

  He did not let me give him any sort of response. Instead he swept me up with desperate urgency. I wrapped my long, slender legs around his waist as he took me to bed. Hell, I was practically perched on top of his enormous dick. With every step, it rubbed my clit perfectly. Though I still had underwear on, my lips had engorged enough to where they almost wrapped around his shaft.

  With all barriers collapsing between Cam and me, our bodies fused as they wantonly expressed our total vulnerability and honesty. All I wanted was for Cam to thrust hard and become one with me. Our tongues came together like two vipers intertwining. Cam took the lead and sucked my tongue almost right out of my head. I could feel the power and strength behind his tongue. He took, and I gave. Mmm, he tasted divine with hints of tea, cream, and rum still lingering on his tongue.

  With no consideration for delicacy, Cam tossed me on the bed. For just the tiniest of moments, we just stared at each other for a while, trying to capture in memory our lives before we passed over the crossroad, the termination of our old existences. I then stood on my knees and pulled my sweater over my head. Wispy strands of my hair landed over my eye. I watched Cam as he watched me, his gaze penetrating all the way to my anguished soul. Finally, here was a man who could truly know, understand, and accept me.

  Cam undressed me without even consciously thinking about it. And that was a good thing because I was absolutely hypnotized by him.

  Fuck! I’m acting like I’m comatose. Okay, Cam didn’t slip me a roofie, nor have I been lobotomized. Wake up, bitch. Wake up.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I got this,” Cam said as he started unzipping my ankle-skimming skirt. I assisted him by sitting on my hip so that I could get out of my clothes faster. In one cocksure move, Cam removed not only my skirt but my panties too.

  “I was half expecting to see some racy red lace hiding under your clothes. But it’s sexy as fuck that you were wearing a simple cotton bikini.” He then examined my undies more closely.

  “My God, with tiny cherries on them, no less. Cherry is my favorite flavor. I can’t wait to taste you on my tongue.”

  Gggggrrrr! Sweet baby Jesus! You can pop it, eat it, whatever you fucki
ng want.

  Cam was still standing at the edge of the bed, by now completely naked. Though it was winter, his skin had a natural, luxuriant bronze glow that made him surpass Adonis in godlike stature. I looked down at his member. The flesh around it was bare and smooth and made his dick look like velvet steel.

  I gasped as he essentially ripped off my bra, causing some of the hooks and eyes to tear away. But then as I stared at Cam’s blue-veined hammer, I wondered if I could take it all in. It was so big, it almost looked like a separate entity from him. He saw me staring at it all wide-eyed and said, “You like that, don’t you? It’s all for you—all twelve inches. And I’m going to plunge it deep, deep, deep into you. Get ready.”

  Oh, shit now. Cameron Sterling has some kink in him.

  “Lilly,” Cam said deeply, almost growling. He was stroking his twelve inches slowly and deliberately, almost like a warning.

  Holy fucking hell! Yes…please, serve me up some Cameron cock any day, anytime, anywhere.

  I nodded with giddy affirmation, still totally flabbergasted by the gigantic cock coming my way. His concrete-hard missile pointed almost directly toward the ceiling. His was a heat-seeking missile, and I was its target. He came at me and left no doubt as to what he desired. I was initially overwhelmed by Cam’s passionate response and tried to moderate him. But it was not really him I was worried about. I was so aroused that I knew I was going to pop off early, and I did not want to do that. I wanted to pace myself.

  “Lover, it’s okay. We have plenty of time. There is no need to hurry,” I said. But Cam was not hearing me. He wanted to get right down to it. He started right above my navel with raw kisses as he left wet traces behind. He lingered for a bit and then stuck his tongue inside the navel itself. This sent a shockwave to the tip of my clit as his tongue probed the nerve. My abs tightened up with my libido rising to an explosive level. Then his soaking mouth went lower, stopping short of my throbbing clit. He looked up at me, teasing with a mischievous grin.

  “You enjoy torturing me, don’t you?” I said, resisting the urge to cum right then and there. “Why don’t you just do it?”

  “You don’t tell me when to take what I want. I get it when I’m ready.”

  I was at Cam’s mercy. All I could do was enjoy the seduction as his tongue traced my body all the way back up to my face. He grabbed the curvature of my behind with his fingertips indenting the crease. We were now face to face. Our open mouths met with tongues exploring each other. Cam was so worked up that he started biting like he was eating me. I did not mind. I wanted him to consume me in every way possible. Yeah, at that moment Cameron Sterling was bliss incarnate.

  The bulbous, mushroom tip of Cam’s throbber rubbed against my clean-shaven box. He kept poking me with his dick, knowing full well that he was only agitating my horniness. My pussy got so very juicy, and I just could not take anymore.

  “Please, please, Cam. I…I…want you so bad,” I begged.

  With strength and vigor, Cam pushed me down on my back. I must admit I looked pretty fucking good the way my hair landed like a halo around my head. I positioned myself into a sexy pose—one leg stretched out, while the other was slightly bent. This way I could open and close them like saloon doors, giving Cam peeks at my nasty bits. I could tell that it was working by the way his luscious mouth was slightly agape with craving.

  “Lilly, you by far are the most magnificent creature I have ever seen. I cannot wait to get at you. Spread your legs and let me in.”

  I did as I was told. The creamy petals of my lips were red and swollen. My clitoris was drenched in my pussy nectar and pulsated so hard it hurt.

  “Your pussy looks so beautiful. It looks good enough to eat.”

  Cam put his mouth right into my cat and rubbed his face all in it. His skin became slick with my sweet ambrosia. His long, eager tongue ran along the length of my slit, from clit to hole, as he took in all the sustenance he needed. He made sure to trace every fold and suck on my delectable clit at well-timed intervals. Pussy juice dripped out of me, but Cam savored it as he licked it all up. The more excited I got, the more I grinded my hips and pulled his face deeper into me. My satisfied moans and the side-to-side tossing of my head let Cam know that he was pleasing me—immensely.

  “I want you to cum on my tongue. Then you’re going to cum on my cock with that sweet pussy of yours, squeezing me real good,” Cam ordered. And I did cum—hard, all over his tongue. Hell, I did not know I was a squirter.

  “That pussy tastes so good, I wouldn’t mind making a job out of it,” Cam said as he licked some of my juice from the corner of his mouth. “Are you ready for some more?” he asked.

  “Wait. Just give me a few.”

  Cam did not listen and primed me instead. He touched my inner thigh lightly because of my ongoing sensitivity. As a result, I felt myself warming up quite nicely and purred a bit. I guess I should not have been surprised. After all, I had been with Sig for so long with no satisfaction that I was now insatiable. How many years had I wasted being doggy fucked by that asshole? Too many. Now it was my turn to get rocked.

  Cam’s touch turned into kisses and licks. I tingled. “You like that, don’t you?” he said as he began kissing my stomach.

  Writhing, I responded, “Yes, yes. I want more.”

  With my senses heightened, my hardened nipples popped out again. I watched Cam. He did not stay in any one spot for too long, but he made sure to avoid the obvious “sexy” parts. This grew my anticipation for a second helping. I had no idea I had so many erogenous zones. My lubrication started to flow once more.

  Cam glanced down. “Your pussy is so swollen. I’m going to take it right now.” He took full control and mounted me. Being so close to his face, I could smell my own pussy scent emanating from his mouth. It was savory yet sweet like a peach at the same time. Cam was careful with me at first. He delivered that cock to me one merciful inch at a time, giving my body a chance to accept his massive girth and length. The fullness was almost too much to bear. Every stroke left a devious ache in its wake.

  Then Cam started delivering more powerful thrusts. He tore deep inside me and filled me up with that big, thick dick. I did not mind. It hurt so good. Though I was sopping wet, Cam’s dick left no room inside of me. It was definitely a tight fight for him. I grabbed his cheeks and spurred him to go even deeper to that sweet spot I did not even know existed.

  “Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” I moaned. I lost all inhibitions as I bumped my hips against his. Cam’s strokes were long and agile. He would pull almost all the way out to the tip of his dick and then go roughly back in, all the way down to his balls. I could feel his tip at the bottom of my lungs, I swear I could. Cam drove in deeper and faster. He grabbed the headboard with one hand for traction.

  “Oh, that pussy is so good,” he panted.

  I started to mildly hyperventilate as passion overtook me. I tightened my legs around Cam’s back even more as the intensity of my pleasure almost peaked.

  “Not yet. You’ll cum when I tell you to cum,” Cam said as he noted that I was about to blow. He deepened his strokes and slowed it down. He then painfully bit my nipples while he smirked. This sent a zing straight to my clit. Lord, this man knew what he was doing. I screamed and hoped no one outside would think I was being murdered in the apartment. Sweat burst out of my every pore as my body quaked.

  Cam resumed the pace of his previous strokes, pounding into me.

  “Harder,” I said, an obvious glutton for punishment.

  “Lilly,” Cam said. He had a hint of concern in his voice regarding the amount of force I desired.

  “Cam, please, harder.”

  “Can’t disappoint a lady.”

  Nearly slamming me through the headboard, Cam pounded his hips into mine. The pain was replaced by total pleasure as I received exactly what I needed. He held my ass with both hands and jackhammered me. He took me to heaven. No, really…I actually saw bright white sparks all around me— fucking stars. And then I
came; it could not be stopped. As my scorching pussy pulsed around Cam’s dick, he also came. In fact, he came so hard that I could feel his cum as it detonated inside of me with a powerful force.

  “Cam! Cam!” I screamed as the walls of my pussy clenched around his cock. My limbs jerked and weakened. Unstable breathing put me on the verge of a panic attack.

  Christ on a cross. Can someone have a panic attack from being fucked into oblivion? Shit, I’m having one right now. Oh, God. I think I’m about to pass outtttt…

  Then nothing but black.

  I woke up to Cam wiping my face with a cool cloth.

  “You okay?” he asked, looking at me with concern.

  “Yeah, just a little nap.”

  “No. It was like you fainted.”

  I remembered what happened. “It was because you felt so damn good. Really.”

  “And that was me taking it easy on you,” Cam said with a lopsided grin.

  The fresh memory of our mirrored orgasm made me yearn to be filled once again. As for Cam, he took utter delight in the fact that he made me cum so fucking good and plenty.

  We faced each other as we embraced in silence. He just stared at me and was smiling in what could only be described as a hazy dream state. As his warm breath heated my skin, I moved my fingertips along the small of his back. Nothing else existed in the world at that moment except us. I was not only satiated but was finally at peace.

  I felt unfamiliar warmth fill me. It brought to mind that saying “time heals all wounds.” All of my life, time had been working against me for unknown reasons. My wounds were still raw, gaping, and tender. Until tonight I thought I had hidden them pretty well. Even though Cam did not know the specifics, he somehow picked up on it. Anyway my heart and head had not been separate entities for a long time. They were joined. And they worked together to bully me. Both told me the same thing—that I could never be accepted because of my flaws and past. Whenever I had tried to move on, all I got was tears. I had cried so much that the tears might as well have been thin strands of grass on a dewy morning. Whereas others could feel the wetness of the grass, if I rolled a blade between my fingers, I never felt any wetness on my fingertips. I was numb most of the time. Other times I felt too much. That is what all the pills were for. I was tired of feeling like shit.