Her lips are swollen from the frantic kisses as she tries to pull me back down to her.
“I can’t,” I say. I’m out of breath as I shake my head.
“The fuck you can’t,” she says.
“No, Cam. I can’t. You’ve been drinking. I cannot take advantage of you like this.” I push up and off the bed. “Fuck!” I yell out, fisting my hands in my hair, trying to quell the anger I have with myself and to calm my fucking cock down. He’s not getting the fucking message.
“C’mon, Jacks, you know my answer to you is the same, whether I’m sober or a little intoxicated.” She pushes up and leans on her elbows.
“I know, but in here” —I point to my temple— “in here, I can’t. It's just that simple.”
“This is a fucking tease, Jacks. You can’t just take me out of the fucking club after demanding that no one come near me, work me into a hormonal frenzy, only to have your damn come to Jesus moment and barrel back out of this. We’re going to finish what we started, what we should have been doing all along,” she demands.
“Cam,” I say, turning and meeting her gaze. It’s filled with so many emotions: lust, anger, passion…
“Don’t Cam me. I want you, Jacks.”
“If you still feel this way in the morning, I’ll be glad to fuck you. But I’m not fucking you when you’ve been drinking.”
“Again,” she adds.
“Again. I’m not fucking you again,” I enunciate slowly, “until you haven’t been drinking.”
“My answer will be the same as if you were to fuck me now,” she says defiantly.
“I’m trying to do the right thing here. Don’t crucify me for it,” I beg. I advance on her, bend down, pull her face to mine and kiss her passionately. “Get some sleep.” I retreat into the bathroom joined to my bedroom. I need a cold shower and a jerk session if I’m ever going to sleep tonight.
If she’s still willing in the morning, after I denied her tonight, then I’ll do as she asked and fuck her. I don’t want the decision to have sex to be alcohol induced like the first time, I want us both clear headed. But I will fuck her, now that I’ve decided to go for it.
Like I should have been doing since the moment she stepped back into my life.
Chapter Six
Cam
I wake up in Jacks’s bed pissed off.
I shouldn’t be though and I’m acting like a loose cannon and I know it. Jacks did the honorable thing last night and I should be thankful for it, rather than being a pouty brat.
This pouty brat, though, is going to take matters into her own hands and approach him first. I’m sober and I’m still willing.
Back in my bathroom, I brush my teeth, make sure my tits look perky in my tank top, pull off the skirt that I slept in and pinch my cheeks for some color. I tiptoe back to Jacks’s bedroom and observe him. He’s flat on his back in the middle of his huge bed, one arm lying over his eyes and his sheets covering all his good bits. I climb onto the bed slowly, not wanting to wake him right away. I want to wake him with my lips on his body. I watch him as I approach and he doesn’t flinch as I slide back under the covers with him. He’s wearing boxers and… socks.
Socks? I quirk my head.
I leisurely run my fingertips across his abdomen, and his muscles tighten against my touch. I peer at his face and note no change, so I continue, moving my hand lower and into the waistband of his boxers. Just as my hand grazes his shaft, Jacks’s hand circles my wrist. I look up at him and smile.
“Good morning,” I say.
“Cam?” His voice is groggy with sleep, but still holds warning.
“It’s morning and, like I said last night, the feeling is the same. Now let go of my hand please.”
He laughs lightly. "Are you sure?"
"Completely. So, now…if you don't mind, I would like to—"
“This is my room, Cam. I call the shots in here,” he says, as he leans up and reaches for me. I go to him willingly and he lifts me onto his lap to sit astride him. His hand cradles my jaw as his gaze scorches into mine.
“Do you understand why I stopped last night?”
“Because I was a little drunk.”
“I won’t take advantage of you when you’re drunk.” He leans up and brushes his lips softly against mine. “I’ll only take advantage of you when you’re sober,” he promises.
Before I can reply, our mouths fuse together and his arms pull me to him. His tongue invades my mouth and licks against my teeth as I open for him in a gasp. His pelvis and my center meet as his hand on my lower back pushes me into him. With the speed and agility of an Olympic wrestler, he flips us so quickly that one moment I’m straddling his lap, and the next he is hovering above me. He kisses me fiercely as my fingers tangle in the short hairs at his nape. He growls as I bite his lower lip.
“How do you like it?” he asks me, his lips trailing down my neck.
“Anyways you want to give it to me,” I confess.
“I want your hand between your legs. I want you to work your button. I want you to envision us fucking. I want to see you come when you think about us. Then I will fuck you as I promised last night.” He presses kisses against my skin and stops right above my belly button. His eyes go to the apex of my body and he licks his lips. He moves to remove my knickers and groans.
“Fuck me. I can see how wet you are,” he whispers, as his hand moves up the inside of my thigh until his fingertips lightly brush over my folds. He inserts a finger into me and my hips buck up in reflex. With his other hand, he grips my hip as his finger pushes in and out of me. He zeroes in on what his hand is doing to me, while his bottom lip stays trapped between his teeth. He builds me up and then removes his hand, puts his digit in his mouth, and sucks.
“Now you,” he instructs around his finger as he licks off my juices.
Though my hand shakes a bit, I move it down my stomach and over my mound. I use my fingers to caress the outer lips of my pussy, weaving them around and teasing my entrance while watching Jacks’s expression. I insert a finger and soon add another. In response to the overwhelming sensation, I close my eyes, but immediately open them, wanting to watch Jacks as he watches me. The look on his face is full of desire as he removes his boxers and fists himself. He strokes himself from base to tip as I push and pull with my fingers, matching the rhythm of his motions. He never takes his eyes off the movements of my hand.
“Make yourself come,” he orders.
I press into myself harder, creating friction along my clit as I fuck myself with my fingers. Soon my toes curl, my back arches off the bed, and my hand stills with my fingers inside my body as a silent scream tears from me. Jacks pulls my hand from me and his mouth goes to my pussy. His warm tongue fixes itself to me as my orgasm continues in pulses. He laps up my wetness and pushes his face even closer to me. He adds his finger and moans into me.
“You taste divine,” he says roughly, as his hand finds his cock again and he leans up. His other hand is still fingering me.
He produces a condom and sheathes himself, then moves over me. His eyes are locked with mine as he lowers down. With one hand on his cock and the other next to my head, he slowly penetrates me. A gasp falls from my lips as inch by delicious inch he fills me. Jacks lets out a hiss of satisfaction through his clenched jaw and then he looks down to where we’re joined.
“I'm going to fuck you first and then we'll make love afterward.” he informs me.
He doesn’t wait for me to respond before pulling almost all the way out of me and then thrusting back in quickly. Repeating that pattern, he builds me up again, pumping his cock in and out of me like it’s a skill he’s being graded on. Just when I feel the beginning of my orgasm, he pulls all the way out and turns me over.
“Hands and knees,” he orders. Gripping my hips with both hands and pulling my ass towards him, he enters me again. “Fuck! You feel good. So good,” he mumbles, as he thrusts into me. Even though I cannot see him, my body is fully aware of every move his b
ody makes with mine as I push into him.
The sounds of our skin sliding against another and the echoes of grunts and moans add a soundtrack to the room. Jacks sets a demanding rhythm that has me on the brink, then pulls out entirely before pushing back in roughly and pulling out again. He’s gripping a handful of my ass, but lets go so he can slap one cheek. As I’m reeling from the pleasurable sting, he roughly pushes back in, resulting in one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever experienced. His hips and my ass collide over and over again as I ride out my orgasm. His hand grips my shoulder as he pulls me into his thrusts and then, when I’m at the end of my orgasm, he pushes fully against me. His body is arched over mine, his leg up on the bed, with his teeth digging into the skin of my shoulder as he groans into me. Jacks shivers and thrusts his hips lazily into me, then releases my skin and kisses the mark he made. When he withdraws from me and leaves the bedroom to dispose of the condom, I lower myself completely onto his bed. I’m sure I’m in a very unattractive position, but my body is sated and feeling empty.
Jacks returns a moment later and crawls up behind me on the bed to clean me with a warm washcloth. He throws the washcloth somewhere and then slides back into his bed beside me. He pulls me to him and wraps his arms around me. He kisses the top of my head and breathes me in.
“Sleep,” he says.
“I’m not tired.”
“Sleep,” he repeats.
And I do.
We sleep for two more hours until I wake to Jacks underneath the covers with his mouth on me. I pull the sheet up and peer down at him, at the apex of my body, kissing my inner thigh.
“I need you again,” he says with a grin.
I could get used to waking up like this.
He makes me come with expert skill and then slowly climbs up my body, covering my skin with kisses as he moves. He reaches my neck and kisses just below my ear and hums. The hum sends goosebumps across my body and gives me butterflies in my stomach. His lips cover mine and I taste myself on him, which turns me on even more. One of his hands caresses my breast while he continues to kiss me, his tongue and mine moving together.
“My new favorite thing is feeling you come,” he says, pulling back.
He doesn’t leave me room to speak before his mouth crashes down on me again, while his hand moves down to my sex. He drags his fingers through my sensitive folds, then plunges his fingers in. I ride his hand with abandon as I seek another release.
“Come for me, Cam,” he orders me.
And I do.
How on earth can the man make me come so quickly?
Jacks keeps his promise. He fucked me and then he made love to me. I wasn’t expecting the softer side of him, based on the demanding way he’s been over the last twenty-four hours. But I’ve also never been spanked before and didn’t expect a smack on the backside to result in a massive orgasm.
But what do I know? I haven’t had a crap ton of orgasms given to me by anyone other than me, except the night of my brother’s wedding.
Chapter Seven
Jacks
Cam’s blonde hair is fanned out on my pillow, her arm is draped over my middle and she’s emitting the softest of snores. I don’t want to get out of bed, but I need to get ready to head to work.
What happens now? I’ve made her come multiple times since she woke me this morning with her hand on me, reaching for my cock. I haven’t yet had my fill; I don’t know if I ever will. Rather than diminish the craving, my desire for her has only been heightened by having experienced the joy, the pleasure, the connection of being with her. And if my straining cock is telling me anything right now, it’s telling me to do do it all again.
It’s as if we’re making up for the time we lost when I put that distance previously between us.
Unfortunately, I have to put my cock away now and go to the studio for rehearsals with the guys. I reluctantly move her arm and stand beside the bed, observing her as she sleeps.
She looks perfect in my bed. Fuck! She looked perfect when she was coming on my tongue and when she was riding my cock too.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts and attempt to focus on the task at hand. I need to shower, get dressed, and go to work. But my mind is telling me I have time for another romp in the sack with her.
My cock wins this round.
I can be a little late.
“I was beginning to think you would never show. It’s not like you to be late,” Mal greets me as I walk into our shared office space.
“Busy day, time escaped me,” I say, feigning nonchalance and hoping he won’t ask me what I was doing.
I’m not sure if I’m able to hide the fact that I’m fucking his sister. I’m not about to disclose that I’m fucking anyone so I can avoid the guy talk, because…awkward. Mal doesn’t need to know that his sister is a wildcat in bed. That she sucked my cock like a champ or that she tastes as fucking delicious as a piece of cake. Nope, not going there.
Besides, I need to talk with Cam first about how we’re telling him. In the meantime, I can't stand holding onto the secret.
“I heard that Cam and her friends were in here last night,” Mal says.
I keep my eyes on the newspaper in front of me.
“Yeah, buncha ladies looking for fun. Like a hen party, but not entirely.”
“They didn’t get out of hand? Cam didn’t try to get all superior because we own the place, right?”
“Nah. They got a bit tipsy, but they were good. One was a screamer. She had only one drink and she was off her face!” I smile, recalling watching Cam with her group of friends on the monitors.
“As long as Cam was cool,” Mal replies, pulling out one of docket binders.
The room is silent until my cell phone pings in my pocket. I pull it out and see Cam’s name.
Cam: Thanks to you, I’m spent.
Jacks: I do what I can. But I know for a fact u helped tire yourself out
Cam: Don’t use logic on me
Jacks: That’s what I do. Now be a good girl and get your rest. I’m not done with you.
Cam: What time do you finish up???
Jacks: Late.
My night is busy. We begin with an all-staff meeting to set out our expectations for the month, outline some new promotions that we’re doing, and hand out the dancers’ schedules for the month. By the time the doors open and patrons pack the club for the three shows we have scheduled for the night, I’m wiped and ready to go home.
Home to a temptress I no longer want to avoid.
The cleaning crew is vacuuming the floors and polishing the table tops as I close up my office and head down to my car. It’s four in the morning and I’m not exactly sure if I’m energized or exhausted. The marathon sex was a great way to start my day and, if I’m being honest, all I want to do is go home and sink into her again. But I need to think about what we’re doing.
My best mate is Cam’s brother – her big brother – who, like all big brothers, is fiercely protective.
Would he approve of whatever this is between Cam and me?
What is this between Cam and me?
I need to be hashing out these thoughts with Cam. Dare, I even say, we ought to define what we’re doing. Maybe it’s too soon to delve into these thoughts. Still, I know I’m walking on shaky ground by fucking with my best mate’s sister.
All my thoughts of right and wrong escape my mind when I walk into the house. There’s a hint of something spicy in the air and I notice the Indian restaurant to-go bag on the counter. The light over the sink is illuminating the kitchen area in a glow as the only light that I immediately see being on. The house is mostly quiet, but I hear sounds from the living room. I investigate further into the space and see the television on, the volume set to a low murmur and the programming defaulted to infomercials. Cam is asleep on the couch holding the remote.
Now, the question is...do I take her to my bed or her own?
I haven’t done anything resembling a relationship in years. I’ve hooked up w
ith women here and there, but my previous profession as a dancer in a revue and my current one as a club owner haven’t allowed any relationships to really blossom. Furthermore, I’ve never had a female roommate. I’m not sure what the appropriate protocol is, but I decide to go with my gut. After turning off the television, I bend with my knees and pick her up from the couch and take her to bed. My bed.
She doesn’t wake as I set her down and go into the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I come out, she’s turned on her side and is hugging my pillow. As I quietly remove my clothing, I watch her like I did this morning. My thoughts aren’t of calming my cock down. They’re of something a little more than lust.
I slide into bed and turn onto my side, so we’re facing one another. I brush the hair covering her face behind her ear and softly kiss her cheek. She hums, smiles and pushes herself further into the pillow.
I roll onto my back, my arm under my head, and drift off to sleep.
A few days go by of fucking and being close to Cam before I broach the subject of what we’re doing. We should have discussed this from the start, but I want to say I was making up for lost time.
I have a few hours before I need to go into work and Cam is working an evening shift as well, something she’s managed to swap for a few times this week, so we have time together. We’re sitting in the living room eating salad when I put my bowl down and turn to her.
“We need to talk,” I start.
“Shit,” she says with her mouth full.
“Nothing bad. I just think we need to talk, to be on the same page and understand what’s happening between us. For one, we’re already living together. That’s different than any new relationship as far as I know.”
“Relationship?” she squeaks.
“Is that what you want this to be?” I ask, watching her eyes widen as we dive into the relationship topic.
“I’m not sure I even know how to be in a relationship,” she says to her fork.
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