The Air I Breathe

by K. Renee

  Her body stiffens when she hears the person enter the room. I continue to thrust in and out of her, not giving a shit who is in here with us.

  Reaching down, I rub her clit, and it doesn’t take her long to tremble against me. We aren’t being as loud as we were, but I won’t let someone stop me from fucking her. Not when I finally get another taste of my addiction.

  When she starts to come, I shove two of my fingers into her mouth to stifle her moans. She sucks on my fingers and fuck if it doesn’t make me come right then and there. I empty myself into her sweet cunt and rest my forehead on her back for a second as I catch my breath.

  Pulling her to stand up straighter, I kiss my way down her neck, and that’s when I see the small mark, the mark that I left on her a week ago. It’s barely noticeable, but it’s still there.

  “Did he see this?” I ask, kissing the spot that she got mad I left.

  “No.” I turn her head to face mine and press my mouth to hers.

  “You think of me when you fuck him?” She tries to pull out of my arms, but I don’t let her. “Simple question, babe. Answer me.”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” I don’t even ask the other question that is on the tip of my tongue. I want to know if he comes inside of her just like I do, but I don’t ask her. I don’t want her running out of here pissed at me again. I want her to keep coming back for more.

  Thirteen

  Cameo

  The hold he has on me is strong, and part of me never wants him to let go.

  “How many times did he fuck you while you’ve been back with him?” I close my eyes as I think of what answer I’ll give him.

  He’s still inside of me, and his hand is still rubbing me. His other hand pinches one of my nipples through my dress, and I finally give him the answer he wants.

  “Twice.”

  “Did you come?” I bite the inside of my lip and shake my head no. He makes a tsking sound before his lips press to my neck. His teeth graze against my skin, and just as I’m about to say something, the door to the men’s room opens again, and I hear two men talking as they come in.

  When the second guy walks in, I hear Alec’s voice and a voice of someone I don’t recognize. “Where did your fiancée run off to?”

  “I don’t know. She said something about catching up with a few women from the country club we belong to.” I close my eyes as I hear the lie I told Alec.

  “She sure is a beauty.”

  Alec doesn’t even respond to that, and I don’t know if it’s a bad thing or not. When Sager realizes who is in the men’s room with us, he starts slowly sliding in and out of me again. I have to bite back the moan that is floating up in my throat. I bite my lip when he starts to kiss my neck.

  Alec and the other man continue to talk about business and whatnot while I try like heck not to moan out. He grabs my hips and starts to move again, faster and harder with each stroke, and I hear them comment on the guy that just couldn’t wait to get home to fuck his date before they walk out, the door shutting loudly behind them.

  It doesn’t take Sager long to have me coming again, and he spills himself into me once more.

  “Does it make you hot to know he was right outside that door?”

  I look over my shoulder at him, and his eyes burn into me.

  “I can always leave another mark that you won’t be able to hide if you don’t answer me.”

  “Yes,” I whimper. I don’t know why he’s being like this and as hot as it makes me, I know it’s wrong. I was just having sex with someone else while my fiancé was in the same bathroom as us.

  “Good girl,” he whispers against my ear. He sucks my earlobe into his mouth and gently bites down causing me to moan again.

  As he slowly pulls out of me, I try not to whimper. He leans down and bites my ass cheek. A yelp comes from my lips, and I turn around to see him grinning. He’s doing this on purpose. I fix my dress as he tucks himself back into his pants.

  “I’m not going another week without seeing you. Come to the gym, or I’ll come to you.” He reaches out and grabs my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, babe.” He reaches down and runs his fingers between my thighs. “Just remember whose cum you have between your thighs tonight when you go home with him.”

  He kisses me roughly before winking at me and opening the bathroom stall door. I watch as he walks away and once he’s gone, I get a new text message.

  S: I’m keeping these.

  I stare at the photo he took of my underwear. I let my head fall forward and take a deep breath. As much as I want to say fuck him, I know that I can’t. I crave his attention and the feel of his body against mine.

  I know I shouldn’t go back for more, but if I’m honest with myself, I’ll be back in his bed again. I’ll be craving more of him and his dirty mouth.

  Lifting the back of my dress, I check my butt cheek, and sure enough I have another bite mark on me from him.

  S: Don’t worry, Cameo. I doubt he’ll notice since he probably only fucks you missionary.

  It’s like Sager can read my mind and it’s driving me insane. I ignore the message and check myself in the mirror before escaping the men’s bathroom. I head outside to get some air before I make my way back into the party.

  I probably smell of sweat and sex. If Alec finds out, I don’t know what he might do, and I don’t really want to find out either. Grabbing my little spritzer spray, I spray myself with the pretty fragrance and head back inside the party.

  When I finally find Alec in the ballroom, he’s standing there talking with Sager and Jenner. I feel my heart fall into the pit of my stomach and when Alec notices me, he motions me over to them. Plastering a fake smile on my face, I move in their direction. Taking deep calming breaths, I come to stand next to my fiancé and smile.

  “Cameo, this is Sager Stone and Jenner Anthony. Gentlemen, this is my fiancée, Cameo.” I reach out to shake their hands, and when I shake Sager’s he’s got a smirk on his face.

  “You didn’t say how beautiful your fiancée was,” Sager states. Alec doesn’t say a word about it, and I blush just like I do every time he compliments me. “If I were you, I’d keep her under lock and key so no one would be able to steal her away.” I give him a look, but it doesn’t even faze him.

  “Ah, I don’t think that anyone else would want her.” He doesn’t even look at me while he says that and his words crush me in a way I never thought possible.

  I see Jenner wince with Alec’s words and the look of anger that passes over Sager. He surprises me by what he says next.

  “You should know how fucking lucky you are.” Before he can say more, I give him a look, and he stops. When the conversation ends right there, I just stand there like the dutiful fiancée that I am as Alec moves across the room to talk with someone else.

  “He doesn’t give a shit about you,” Sager whispers as Jenner walks off too.

  “You don’t know him.” My argument is futile, and I don’t even bother trying to argue any more than that because I know he’s right. The only thing Alec cares about is himself and how far he can go in the business world.

  When he got back from his trip, he didn’t once give me a compliment. He just expected a dinner prepared for some clients that he wanted me to wine and dine to get him ahead.

  “Cameo.”

  I turn to face Sager. “Please don’t. Not here.” I plead with my eyes, begging that he will just let it go.

  “Cam.” I close my eyes, and when I open them, I see the man that I’m falling for, the one who wants me to throw caution to the wind and be with him. The man who makes me feel something that terrifies me more than anything else.

  “What?” My whisper is broken, and he takes a deep breath.

  “Just know that if you were on my arm, I’d make sure every man knew it. I’d make sure they knew that you were off limits and I wouldn’t think twice about kissing you in a room full of people.” He leans in and c
ontinues. “And I sure as fuck would never let another man fuck you in the men’s room.”

  I stand there for a long time after Sager leaves. A million and one things running through my head, but I know he’s right.

  I want someone who isn’t afraid to show everyone what I mean to them. Alec only wants a trophy wife, or at least that’s what it feels like.

  I fell in love with him over time, and now it seems like I’m another thing for him to manage. Maybe it’s Sager that is making me think crazy things. He’s bulldozed his way into my life in a few short weeks, and now everything that was once perfect is now in shambles, and I’m questioning everything.

  “He’s falling for you.” Startled, I turn to see Jenner standing beside me. When I don’t say anything, he continues. “I’ve only ever seen that asshole in love once, and this isn’t the same. You’re like this addiction that he can’t kick and you’re only going to hurt him.”

  “I don’t want to.” I scan the room and see Sager watching us from the bar. He looks hot in the tux, but I like him better when he’s just wearing a pair of jeans low on his hips or a pair of basketball shorts while he’s running on the treadmill next to me.

  “You will unless you end things with Alec.” He doesn’t say more than that before he walks away.

  I stare at Sager at the bar and Jenner goes to stand next to his friend. He says something to Sager, and his head turns toward his friend. He frowns and looks back at me. I have no idea what was said, but I know it has to be about me.

  Biting the inside of my cheek, I try to think of something other than Sager and the way he’s taking over my mind and everything else in my life.

  He should have never been at a place like this. He told me that first night that he came from money, but that he was no longer accepted into the family. That he disappointed his father and was cut off at eighteen.

  When I think about the bathroom, I squeeze my thighs together, and I look back at him. The grin on his face tells me all I need to know. He knows that I’m thinking about him and without any panties on, it’s going to get a little bit messy if I don’t go to the bathroom now.

  As I make my way toward the bathroom again, he stops me in the hall.

  “Are you thinking about the bathroom already?”

  I nod my head, looking back at the people from the party that are close enough to hear us talking.

  “I want the words from you, Cameo. I want to hear the words that I make you wet.”

  I shake my head no, and when he leans in to kiss me, I say them in a hushed whisper. “Thinking about you makes me wet.”

  “Good girl.” He grins and lets me walk past him. “You need some help in there?” I turn and give him a dirty look, but it doesn’t faze him either. Just as I get past him, he grabs my arm and directs me toward a closet of some sort. Pushing me inside, he shuts the door behind him and turns to face me.

  “I can’t keep my hands off you and I don’t want to.”

  “I don’t want you to either.”

  His hands grip the sides of my face, and he pulls my mouth to his, kissing me hard. My hands wrap around his neck, and I let him pick me up and push me up against the wall. My legs wrap around his waist, and I let him do whatever it is he wants.

  I let him make me feel whatever it is that is between us.

  Fourteen

  Sager

  The moment I met her fiancé, I wanted to put my fist through his face. He’s a huge dick, and the way he talks about her is more as a prize than his future wife. He never once said a good thing about her and trust me, I tried to get him to.

  I wanted to know what I was up against and for the life of me; I don’t see what she sees in him. He’s arrogant as fuck and thinks that all of us should be kissing his shoes.

  He doesn’t know who I am or who my father is and that’s fine. I could care less. It’s not like my reputation is stellar anyway, but he seemed impressed with Jenner and the connections he could get from his father.

  Now, we are boarding a plane to Las Vegas, and the only thing I want to do is head back home so I can get Cameo naked and sweaty in my bed for the next year.

  When I told her that I was going on a guy’s weekend, she pouted. She begged me not to go because he was leaving too and that meant she was all alone for an entire week.

  It was tempting as hell, but my best friends have been talking about this week for far too long to bail out now.

  “Sager, I heard your piece of ass is getting married.” I ignore G, and he just grins. “So does that mean you’ll still be fucking someone else’s wife long into their marriage or you gonna finally pull your head out of your ass and force her to choose?”

  “Can we not talk about her?” I sigh.

  “Such a girl.” Jenner laughs. “I know you snuck away to fuck her at that mixer I took you to. I think her fiancé even saw it.”

  I narrow my eyes at Jenner, and he shrugs. “He came out of the bathroom talking with some other guy about the couple fucking in the toilets. Then again maybe he didn’t know you were sticking it to his bride to be in the can.”

  “Fuck off,” I mutter as we move to our seats.

  The flight seems like it takes far longer than normal and I’m getting stir crazy. When I finally break down and pay for internet access, I send Cameo a message.

  Me: If you were on this flight with me, we’d already be in the mile high club.

  She doesn’t respond right away, and I wonder if he’s still there. If it’s him that she has inside of her as he whispers in her ear before they come.

  The jealousy burns in the pit of my stomach and then she responds.

  Cameo: Isn’t that illegal? I mean handcuffs are a little kinky aren’t they?

  I can’t help but laugh. She never says anything remotely dirty and knowing that she knows kinky things makes me want to spank that sweet tight ass of hers.

  Me: I can show you some dirty things, babe.

  I can imagine the blush that creeps up her neck as she reads my message and fuck I want to be back home already.

  Cameo: I’m a good girl. I don’t do those types of things.

  Me: I’ll turn you into a bad girl. You’ll be begging me for my dick before I’m through with you.

  Jenner is reading my messages over my shoulder and Ryker is trying, but he can’t see my screen from where he is.

  “You are so fucking screwed.” Jenner laughs.

  “You act like I don’t know that already. I fucking crave that girl like nothing I’ve ever had before.”

  G slaps my thigh from across the aisle and grins.

  “Welcome to the fucking club.”

  “Just think, we’ll be in Vegas in an hour and there will be pussy everywhere. Find yourself a new piece for the vacation.” I look at Ryker, and he smirks.

  “You’re a dick.”

  “And you’re pussy whipped over a girl who won’t be yours.” I flip him the bird just as the stewardess comes over to us with the drink cart.

  “Can we get shots of Jack?” G asks the woman who is batting her eyelashes at me.

  “Sure thing, Hun. All four of you, one each?” She reaches forward to hand Ryker his snack shit and her tits brush against me.

  She does it again when she gives Jenner his shit and when it’s my turn she lets her fingers trail over my arm. Just as Jenner goes to say something, my phone beeps with a new message and my thoughts go back to the blonde that keeps me up at night.

  Cameo: I miss you.

  Knowing that she’s back at home missing me tells me everything I need to know. Shit for us might not be perfect, and we may fight more than normal people, but I will do anything for her. I might say that I’ll fuck other women since she’s still fucking her fiancé, but I can’t.

  She’s the only thing I want.

  Me: Miss you too. Send me a nude.

  Cameo: You always ruin everything with your dirty pervert requests.

  Me: You like it. It makes you horny.

  Cameo: But you
aren’t here to take care of it.

  Me: Masturbate. Send me the video of you doing it.

  The stewardess gets kind of snappy at me when I practically ignore her advances, and she pushes the bottles of Jack into my hand.

  “See, you are fucking whipped. That chick would have gladly taken you in the back to join the mile high club, but you are too wrapped up in Cam.”

  I shrug my shoulders, and they both just laugh at my expense. “Cheers fuckers,” I state, twisting the mini cap off the bottle and holding it up in front of me.

  “Cheers,” they say in unison. I down the bottle quickly and put the cap back on, letting the alcohol burn my throat as it goes down.

  I send Cameo a picture of the bottles of Jack that are all lined up on the tray in front of me, and her response makes me laugh.

  Cameo: Oh lord. Are you going to be karaoke singing?

  Me: No, smartass. I’m going to be drunk texting you and you may even get a video or two of my dick.

  Cameo: I feel so special. Do you do that for all the girls or just me?

  Me: Just you, babe, just you.

  ---

  When we finally get to the hotel, all I want to do is shower and head to a bar. Hell, I’d be down with just drinking in our room, but the guys want to go out. They bitched that we didn’t come all the way out to Vegas to sit in a room with each other while on our phones with our girls.

  Jenner said that it’s guy’s night and if he caught us on our phones, he was sending them pictures of his junk.

  Getting into the shower, I think about Cameo and what she could possibly be doing right now. Maybe I can sweet talk her enough to get her to send me a video of her or something by the end of the night so I have something to think about while I jack off.

  When I get out, I send her a message telling her I want a video by the time I get back to the room. After getting ready, I see her reply, and I can’t help but laugh. All I get is a little emoji that is sticking its tongue out at me.

  Once everyone else is ready, we head out to some club that Jenner got us passes for and it’s like a pussy party. The moment we walk into the place, there are women everywhere.