by T L Swan
“Don’t touch me, Bloss. Not tonight,” he whispers against my breast. “I need it hard and deep. There is no ouch tonight.”
Bloody hell. Let’s get straight to it then.
My stomach flutters with fear because I know he means it. Just as he said, he kisses me hard and deep. His lips run feverishly over my collarbone and chest. He pushes me back over the counter and the things go flying. Ah, shit. Can we have a glass of wine first, at least?
I lay back as he lifts my dress and removes my panties. He can’t wait one second longer. I hold my breath as I stare up at the ceiling. This seems so damn intimate when he looks at me like this. He parts me with his fingers, slowly bending so his tongue sweeps through my flesh.
Holy shit. “Ohh,” I cry
His eyes close and he starts to eat me for dear life—long, hard sucks and nibbles. All I can do is hold onto his broad shoulders. “Jesus Christ, Cameron, can we not get to the bed first?”
He moans a guttural sound and… Oh shit, I’m going to come already.
He holds me apart as his tongue tears down the last of my defences. I cry out as I shudder and come in his mouth.
His eyes darken as he licks up my cream, and my back arches off the kitchen counter.
Holy fuck. Holy fucking fuck.
He bites my inner thigh and I nearly jump off the counter. “I need my cock in your mouth, Bloss.” He growls.
“Bloody hell, Cam, get us to the bedroom. You’re a sex maniac. Hello, by the way,” I breathe.
“You knew this all along.” He smirks. “And hello.” He grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. Before I know it, he is dragging me up the stairs and into his bedroom.
He pulls my dress over my shoulders, and his eyes drop to my body. He smiles in appreciation. “You are just so fucking beautiful.”
I smile because he makes me feel beautiful.
He slowly removes my bra and then pushes me down onto my knees on the carpet. “Spread your legs.” He growls.
I spread my legs as I kneel in front of him, and he smiles as he slides his boxer shorts down.
His huge cock springs free and I gasp as I see the size of him. Bloody hell, how the fuck does he hide that thing?
He grabs the back of my head. “Open,” he whispers.
I open my mouth as my eyes search his and he feeds himself into it. He slides deep, and I gag and he throws his head back in pleasure at the feel of my tongue around him. He holds the back of my head as I struggle to take him.
“Relax,” he breathes. “You can do this. I need this.” His hand dusts tenderly over the back of my head and I nod. He really does need this. I need to calm myself. I relax my jaw and close my eyes as he slowly pulls out, and then slides deep down my throat.
God, I’ve never been with a man like him before. He’s sexually dominant in every way.
The way he takes me.
The way he makes me take him.
He looks down at me and smiles softly as he dusts the backs of his fingers over my cheek.
“Do you know how fucking perfect you look right now?” he breathes.
I close my eyes and moan.
“Oh fuck, yeah.” He growls as he pulls out and slides back home.
My sex is throbbing and I need him. I need him to fill me up.
Completely.
With two hands on the back of my head, he gets himself into a rhythm, and I don’t know what’s hotter: The fact that, in this moment, I own him, or the sight of his beautiful body riding my open mouth. He rides me. His dick goes deeper until I finally feel the jerk of his body as he comes in a rush into my mouth. Oh dear God. I close my eyes to block out the intimacy, and before I know it he’s dragged me to my feet and I’m on the bed with my legs wide open.
His finger slowly slip into my sex and I try to swallow my mouth full.
His cock is still hard as he slowly pumps me with his fingers. He uses one at first, then two, then three, and my body shudders at his claiming. When he pushes in four, I grimace in pain, and I know he’s only preparing me for what’s to come.
“Open,” he whispers. “I need you fucking open.”
“Cam…” I whisper with fear. “Cam, calm down.”
“How can I calm down when this is all I have thought about for two months?” He rises above me, and in one deep thrust, he’s in.
My body convulses as it struggles and he pins my legs back against the mattress.
“You will take all of this cock.” He slides out and slams into me hard. “All of it. Now.” He slams deeper and I cry out.
Holy fuck.
Then he is giving it to me hard. Long, hard, deep thrusts that force me to thrash beneath him as half of me tries to escape his brutality and half of me rides the pleasure wave as it grows.
I’ve never been fucked like this—so hard, so fast, so fucking perfect.
He holds himself off my body and I can see every muscle in his torso contract. He’s covered in perspiration and, oh my God...
This is ridiculously good sex—sex he so desperately needs.
I frown as I try to deal with him.
I can still taste him in my mouth.
He pulls my legs up over his shoulders and lets out a heavy groan.
“Fuck. You feel good.” He moans as he thrusts harder.
He bends and takes my nipple into his mouth and bites down. I convulse and come in a rush, and he slams into me, crying out as he ejaculates hard.
We lay still, gasping for breath until his head drops and kisses me tenderly. “I love you, Ashley Tucker,” he whispers.
My eyes tear up and I smile against his lips. “I love you more,” I whisper back.
We stay in each other’s arms in a deep state of sated happiness. We’ve been making love for hours, and I don’t use the term making love loosely after the initial animalistic sex. Cameron has been sweet, gentle, and loving. Above all else, he’s been so, so swoony.
This is what it’s meant to feel like.
I lie with my head on his bare chest, his lips pressed to my forehead.
“I have to go, babe,” I whisper.
He frowns and holds me tighter. “What? Why?”
“I have to be there when Owen wakes up. I’m always there when he wakes up.”
I feel him smirk above me. “You’re such a good mom, Ash.”
I smile.
“How the hell have you forgiven me for being such douche?” he whispers. “I can’t stand what I did to you when I look back.”
I shrug. If I was a nice person, I would tell him that it’s all okay—forgotten. But I’m never going to do that. What he did was not okay. It will never be okay, and while I have forgiven him, I will never forget it.
I just need to move forward.
“Tell me about the situation with your ex?” he asks.
I blow out a breath. “He’s a really nice guy. We worked together for ten years and were good friends.” I pause as I remember it like it was yesterday. “When I fell pregnant and didn’t think I would ever find you, he offered to be Owen’s father.”
Cameron frowns. “Even before you were dating?”
“He’d always secretly liked me, and when he offered that I finally saw what a genuinely lovely guy he was. I declined at first, but I went on a date with him not long after.”
Cameron frowns. “So you were pregnant with my child and sleeping with him.”
I screw up my face. “Oh God, no. We just hung out and nothing happened at all between us until the first kiss when Owen was about four months old.”
He watches me intently and I know he’s never had a friendship like this so he is probably finding it hard to understand.
“We were really just good friends, you know? We should never have started dating.” I pause and think on it for a moment. “There was no passion and no burning desire to be with each other. It was just… comfortable.”
He stays silent as he listens.
“As Owen got older and Andrew’s work picked up, he had less
and less time for Owen, and I used to make every damn excuse I could find to not sleep with him. I knew it had to end if I was to ever find true happiness. For both of us, you know?”
Cameron runs his fingers through my hair.
“I finally got the courage and left him. It was a really sad time because we genuinely cared for each other.” I smile sadly. “It was for the best. We’re really just friends. But his mom was beautiful and so, so good to Owen. She accepted him as her own grandchild.”
He nods as if he finally gets it.
“I just want to do the right thing and go and see her, spend some time with her and the family before she dies.”
“That’s what we’re doing.” He pauses for a moment. “Does Andrew know who I am?”
I shake my head. “No, but I will tell him. He’ll be gutted because I know he’s always hoped I would go back to him.”
I sit up and he curls around me. “I really have to go, Cam.” I bend and kiss his open mouth and our lips linger on each other’s. We’ve hit a new level of intimacy tonight.
Fucking, love making, all while making declarations of love to each other. I don’t know how many times he’s told me how badly he missed me.
Or how badly I needed to hear it.
This is Heaven.
“Okay, we better go then.” He sighs as he gets up.
“We?” I ask.
He frowns. “Ash… I’m not spending one more night without you in my arms. It’s taken me thirty-three years to feel this way about someone and I’m done with sleeping alone. I’ll be sleeping with you from now on. Every night.”
I smile as I look at his beautiful face and run my fingers through his dark stubble. “Cam.” I pause as I try to articulate my thoughts. “I just want to do it right this time.”
He frowns as he comes up to rest on his elbow. “What do you mean?”
“We’ve done everything the wrong way around. We fucked in Vegas before we even exchanged names.”
He laughs and pulls me down over him. “That’s because you’re a sex maniac, Ashley Tucker, my all night fucker.” He bites me and I giggle as I try to escape.
I pull out of his arms and sit up to look at him. “I’m serious, Cam. I want to date. I want to get to know you without the constant power struggle between us. I want to have fun like we did in New York. That was the best weekend of my life.”
He smiles softly and runs his thumb across my bottom lip. “Did I tell you I loved you today?” he whispers as his eyes search mine.
I smirk. “Only a few thousand times.”
He smiles and kisses me quickly. “Let’s go home to our son,” he breathes as he gets out of bed. “I want my whole family sleeping in the same house.”
You know those crazy bitches that look at their boyfriends all doe-eyed and shit?
I’m one of them.
I’ve officially crossed to the other side.
Owen and I are standing in line as Cameron organizes our luggage at the airport. We’re en route to New York to see Andrew’s mother. Cameron is in his navy suit, having come straight from work. With his dark, wavy hair, he is epitome of male perfection. He’s cultured, sexy, funny, and such a wonderful father. I mean, what else is there to want in a man?
I’ve died and gone to playboy heaven and I’m still having trouble believing that he’s mine—that he’s actually Owen’s father—that somehow the fucking universe got its shit together and delivered for once.
Cameron organized the plane tickets and the hotel, He packed Owen’s suitcase this morning before he went to work. He hired a car at the other end so that I could drive to Andrew’s.
He’s thought of everything. Cameron is so capable that it kind of freaks me out. I’ve always been the adult in my other relationships, but he’s automatically taken on that role. I’m like the annoying second kid or something. I don’t have to think because I know he’s already thought of everything. He ushers us through the line.
“Obtenez votre sac à dos, Owe.”
Translation: Get your back pack, Owen.
Owen frowns as he watches Cam, and Cam points to his bag.
“Obtenez votre sac à dos, Owen,” Cameron repeats a second time.
Owen finally figures out what he is saying and picks up his backpack, and I smirk. Cam is teaching Owie French, constantly flicking between languages with him, but Owen isn’t picking it up as easy as Cam would like. It’s funny watching him repeat things up to ten times. We walk through the terminal and then into the lounge. “Let’s get a drink at the bar, Bloss,” he says as he looks around with his hand on my behind. “Do you want a glass of red?”
I smile. “Okay.”
He looks around and then catches me smiling adoringly at him. He frowns in question.
“Thank you so much for organizing everything. You’ve no idea how much it means to me.”
He leans in and kisses me as he holds my jaw in his hand. “Anything for my girl.” Our eyes lock and I feel my heart skip a beat.
Oh, I love this man.
“Yuck,” Owen groans. “Stop kissing already.”
I giggle and Cameron points at him. “Watch your manners.” He widens his eyes at his son.
I glance down at Owen and run my fingers through his unruly hair. “Your hair is out of control, mister.” I frown.
“Curls get the girls,” Owen replies casually.
“What?” I frown.
“Dad said curls get the girls.”
I glance up at Cameron and smirk. “Did he now?”
“Yeah, because the lady in the coffee shop likes Dad’s hair so he doesn’t have to pay for coffee. That’s when he told me that curls get the girls.”
I smirk and shake my head at Cameron.
Cameron frowns and flicks the peak on Owen’s cap. “You have a big mouth.”
Owen screws up his face and smiles cheekily at his father.
Cameron rolls his eyes. “I’m getting a double.” He heads to the bar.
“Your curls better not get any girls over there,” I call after him.
He shakes his head as he disappears.
Cameron
I sit on the sofa next to Owen as he does his mother’s hair. She’s sitting on the floor in front of him and he’s concentrating so hard as he plays hairdresser.
Ashley is screwing up her face in pain at the torturous hairdressing procedures she’s enduring, and I smile before I take a sip of my drink.
Who knew this would be my ideal Friday night?
Who had any fucking idea that this would make me happy?
I’m wearing pyjamas, watching the ball game, while my girlfriend gets her hair pulled out by our kid.
I shake my head in surprise. This is the biggest curveball of my life.
Owen struggles with a hair tie as he tries to put it into a ponytail, and Ashley’s head gets pulled back again. “Ouch, Owen. You’re hurting me,” she whimpers as she puts her hand on her hair.
I giggle and wink at Owen before I lean over and grab five strands of hair and tug on them hard.
“Ouuuuch,” she cries. “This is getting ridiculous.”
Owen giggles and I reach over, grab her hair and yank it again.
“Ahhh. Owen! This is the worst hairdressing salon of all time.”
I bite my lip to stop my laugh, and Owen puts his little hand over his mouth as he giggles.
I grab it again and yank hard, and this time she screams and turns quickly, catching me out.
“Cameron!” she shrieks.
I laugh and Owen holds up his closed fist for me to bump it with mine.
Ashley stands and puts her hands on her hips. “That bloody hurt, you know?’
I smile as I look up at her. Two lopsided pig tails sit high on her head.
I raise an eyebrow. “You look like a naughty school girl.”
“With a very sore head.” She frowns as she rubs her scalp.
“Next time Dad’s getting his hair done,” she murmurs as she disappears into the bath
room.
I lie in bed and read the news on my phone.
Owen is asleep in the other room and Ashley has just gotten out of the shower. I’m dreading her and Owen going out with Andrew for the day tomorrow, but I’m trying to be the bigger person and not let it get to me. She comes around the corner from the bathroom and I drop my phone in awe.
Two sexy, high pigtails hang over her naked shoulders. The only thing she’s wearing is my work tie. She looks fucking edible.
“I’m here for detention, sir,” she breathes sexily as her eyes hold mine.
I feel my cock twitch with appreciation. “Come in, Ashley, and close the door behind you,” I reply calmly. “Lock it.”
She smirks and turns to close the door behind her. Once she’s locked it, she comes and stands in front of me. She fidgets with her fingers in front of her as she pretends to be nervous.
“You know the consequences of acting up in class?” I ask.
“Yes, sir,” she whispers.
“What are they?” I ask.
“I have to let you punish me, sir.”
My body starts to buzz. “Do you know what your punishment will be today?”
She shakes her head shyly as she acts along.
I pull the blankets back and show her my hard cock. Her eyes widen as if scared.
I smile darkly. “You need to get up here and ride this cock, Ashley,” I whisper.
She widens her eyes as she pretends to be scared.
“That’s what happens to naughty girls in my class.”
She should probably really be scared, because this is off the charts.
“How will I do that, sir?” she whispers.
“I will show you.”
“Will it hurt?” she whispers.
I nod. “For a little while, yes.”
She frowns as she thinks. “What are the other options for punishment, sir?”
My eyes hold hers. “You either get on top of me...” I lick my lips as I imagine it. “Or I fuck your ass. The choice is yours.”
Her eyes widen and she frowns as she contemplates her decision.
Oh… please let me fuck your ass, baby. My body starts to really come to life at the thought of how hot and tight that would be.