Sex Sessions: After The Cut (Camera Tales #2)

by Charisse Spiers

  Sex Sessions

  After The Cut

  Charisse Spiers

  Edited by Tori Herring

  Edited by Jessica Grover

  Illustrated by Clarise Tan

  Contents

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  More from Charisse Spiers

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2016 by Charisse Spiers

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  Chapter One

  Saxton

  "You going to be alright?"

  I look over at her with a smirk firmly in place to avoid laughing. She looks like something of a zombie sitting beside me in the first class seat, waiting for takeoff. Her eyes finally start to blink again, and then she looks over at me, an expression of terror present. "What if we crash and die?"

  "Well, I would imagine that our hearts would beat no more and life as we know it would cease to exist."

  She smacks the top of my arm. "Ow." I laugh. "I'm just stating the obvious. There's no need for hostile behavior . . . until later." I wink.

  "This is no time for your jokes, Sax. I'm freaking out. I've never in my life been on an airplane."

  I grab her hand and lace our fingers together. "There is always that possibility, but you're more likely to die in an automobile accident than a plane. The odds are not very high."

  "But if I have a car accident I have a better chance of living."

  "If it's our time to go, beautiful, it doesn't matter where we are or what we're doing. Nothing can stop it. By the way, what happened to living in the moment? I remember something of that nature being said in the middle of the Pacific Ocean not too long ago when the two of us were in possible disease and piss-infested water. I thought you were ready to walk on the wild side."

  She takes a deep breath. "Well, when you put it that way . . . " She scoots back in her chair, aligning her back to the seat. The flight instructions ring through my ears. We're about to takeoff. Releasing her hand, I buckle her in, making sure it's tight.

  I notice her staring at me from my peripheral vision. "What's on your mind, beautiful?"

  "You know . . . if I had to die, though, I'm glad it'd be with you, because then we'd still be together."

  A sharp pain registers in the organ that keeps my blood pumping through my body. I look up at her, trying to find my air. I grab the back of her chair in one hand and place my hand on her cheek, tracing the full bottom lip that I was tasting just hours ago. "I go first or we go together, because living a life without you is no longer a possibility."

  She smiles. "So you'd miss me?"

  "You have no idea."

  "I love you."

  I smile. "I love you too."

  "Sir, we need everyone's seat belts fastened for takeoff." I sit back in my seat and do as instructed by the middle-aged flight attendant. "Is there anything I can get you once we're in midair?"

  I have an idea. "A blanket."

  She looks between us for a moment; surely knowing it's not that cold in here, and then nods. "When the pilot gives the okay to remove seat belts I'll bring one." As she walks back toward the cockpit, I can feel Kambry's eyes on me.

  I turn my head, no doubt a cheesy grin on my face, especially after the look of confusion gracing hers. In three, two, one . . . "A blanket? Are you cold? We just entered September."

  "Why do you just assume I would be using it for warmth? They are also known for being used as a covering. Maybe I want to join the mile high club . . . "

  "The mile high club . . . " Her eyes widen as it clicks. "Oh. Erm, how about no."

  "Why not? Are you becoming modest after all this time?"

  The plane starts to roll down the runway. "No," she says clipped. "Why would I be modest? I just don't want to get in trouble. Plus, you had some last night and this morning. I wouldn't want you to get tired of the goods."

  "Impossible. Your pussy is like crack. I only want more with each hit."

  "Is that so? Weren't we always taught to just say no to drugs?" She grabs my hand as the plane lifts into the air, squeezing it hard. She looks tense.

  "Shit happens. You seduced me with your body and I took the bait. Now, there is no hope."

  "I did no such thing."

  "You did. In a pool to be exact."

  "You were a hot stalker. What do you want me to say? I didn't hold a gun to your head and make you touch me."

  "A hot girl asked me if I was gay. That is the same thing."

  She laughs and her shoulders drop, all the tension leaving her body. "I did do that, didn't I?"

  "Yep, so I only had one option."

  "Which was?"

  "Show you exactly how much I like lady parts."

  "I think you've done a fine job of that. My lady parts went from being covered by invisible cobwebs to in use pretty much constantly." She gives me that witty smirk, her eyes settling on mine.

  "Don't pretend you don't love my dick just as much. It may have been me last night, but if I recall correctly it was you that was ready to go this morning before showers."

  She bites her bottom lip, most likely remembering the same memory I am. I will never complain of waking up to her lips on mine as she climbs on top of me. Funny part was her breath was minty. She had brushed her teeth, and she never wakes up before me. "This is true. Make up sex, I suppose. It's kind of scary how much I want you to use it on me."

  "Oh, I plan to use it on you all over New York City. I'm taking full advantage of no cameras."

  "Not at your sister's you aren't."

  "Uh, yes the fuck I am."

  "No the hell you aren't. That's rude and disrespectful. I've never met her. I don't want to come off as a tramp." I truly cannot explain how much I love it when her sassy side comes out; almost enough to pick a fight. I laugh out loud. "What's so funny?"

  I bring the back of her hand to my mouth, softly placing my lips to her skin. "I'm about ninety-nine percent positive that the second I told her we were filming porn together, all slutty thoughts were considered null and void, but there is always that one percent chance that I could be wrong."

  "So what you're saying is?"

  "We aren't living in the twenties. We are in a committed relationship, we are adults, and we want each other. Sex between us is expected, in or outside of her apartment. Respect is easy. It's called a door and muting your screams with my mouth."

  "Screams? Y
ou sound confident in your performance there, Maverick."

  "Maybe, or just wishful thinking, but if not I'll start over until I get it right. Screaming is always a man's goal. Sometimes we just need to have our egos stroked."

  "I don't know . . . "

  "We will be there a week. Unless you’re bleeding down there the gates are open, and maybe even then, depending on my mood. I'm getting in your panties, Rivers. You might as well quit fighting me on it, because I know where your direct-to-fuck buttons are, and I'm not afraid to use them to get what I want."

  "Direct-to-fuck buttons, huh?" She purses her lips together with squinty eyes. "Do I even want to know?"

  "Probably not. They are my secret weapons. My sister is not like that anyways, and she's known of worse things than me fucking my girlfriend. At least we love each other. One night stands are pretty damn common in the world, especially on vacation." I give her my best panty-melting grin.

  "Worse? Are we referring to your womanizing, toenail-painting, feet-massaging days with older women?" She wriggles her eyebrows, but she can't really get them in a proper sequence to be funny. It just looks awkward. God, I love her.

  "Hey,” I correct. “I was the victim. You should feel sorry for me."

  "Yeah, I bet you were traumatized alright," she says sarcastically.

  I pause, letting the tone in her voice linger between us, because it makes me fucking happy. "Is that jealousy I detect in your voice?"

  "I'm pleading the fifth."

  "Sir, here's your blanket, as requested."

  I turn toward the familiar voice from earlier, grabbing it from her. I must have completely missed the cue that seat belts can be removed. "Thanks."

  "I'll check to see if you need anything else in a bit."

  I peek over into the aisle as she walks off. The good thing about first class - no one fucking bothers you. It may be expensive, but it's worth every damn penny in times like this, when I need space, and no prying eyes. Most of the people on this flight look like they're heading back to Wall Street, big boring offices, and workloads that would piss any normal human being off.

  As I pull back into the seat, I remove my seatbelt and unfold the blanket, before helping her undo hers. Draping it over our laps, I lean toward her and the window, close to her ear. "Have I ever told you it makes me hard when you get jealous?"

  "No," she says, the nervousness present in her voice.

  I grab her hand and place it around my hard dick under the blanket, solidly positioned along the inside of my leg, only the thick cotton of my pants separating them. "It does. It makes me want you so fucking bad. Claim your territory, baby. You know how much it turns me on."

  "It's not fair when you talk to me like that." Her voice is a whisper. "I love when you talk dirty." Her fingers climb me until she reaches the waistband, and then crosses the barrier to the other side, before returning to the spot it just was, opposite side. She takes my dick in her hand, slowly stroking full length. My head falls against her seat. "I feel like I'm doing things as an adult that I should have done in high school; like risk getting caught doing inappropriate things in public."

  "I'll pretend like we're in high school with you. Better late than never, right?"

  "You would do that for me without giving me shit, even though you're way beyond that level of immaturity?"

  "Yes. You're the girl I see a future with. I want you to experience life, Kambry, not take it from you. I want you to know that you can do that with one person." Her thumb rubs over the head of my dick, smearing that bead of pre-cum she's so fond of. I fight to keep sounds to a minimum. My body turns slightly, facing her so that I can reach her at a better angle, my shoulder resting against the back of the seat. "Anytime you want to do something, come at me. We're partners. I love you."

  She mirrors my position, pulling one foot on the edge of the seat beneath the cover, creating a homemade tent of sorts, and then pulls the blanket up on top of her shoulder in her hand. "You have my attention. Let's play."

  She grabs my hand in hers and guides it to the inside of her thigh as she continues to stroke my dick. As if navigating by memory, it continues on its own when she returns her hand to the blanket when it starts to fall, keeping us covered. Her cotton dress is hiked up to her hips. I can feel the satin material between her legs. It's damp. Damn. "You're wet," I whisper.

  "I've never been dry with you."

  A low growl comes out. I move her panties to the side and rub the tip of my finger over her pussy, wetting it. It slips inside before I can even instruct it to, submerging itself in her hot, wet center. Her breathing becomes ragged . . . with only one finger. I love watching her unravel with the simplest actions.

  She squeezes my dick as I pump in and out a few times, before coming out and moving to her clit. I work the tip up and down in a steady rhythm, quickly, but never losing contact. Her hand stops stroking me, and her eyes close. "Shit," she says. "I love when you touch me there."

  Her voice is so low I can barely hear her. I grab the lobe of her ear between my teeth, skimming the skin, and then lick along the outline. She quivers. One direct-to-fuck button down. I can feel her fighting to keep her one leg up. She wants to lower it with the other and squeeze them around my hand. Her pelvis presses against my palm. "You going to come for me, baby?"

  "Yes," she says in a breathy whisper upon exhale. I move my other hand beneath the blanket and shove two fingers inside of her, just as she whispers. "Right now. Sax."

  Her pussy squeezes around my fingers and her hand tightens around my dick. When her slightly arched back relaxes against the seat, I remove my fingers and replace her panties in the appropriate position. Her leg lowers, the back of her thigh aligning with the bottom of the seat, next to the one that's been there this whole time. "Do you need a tissue? I think I have a travel pack in my purse."

  She releases my dick and pulls her hand out from under the blanket, already attempting to get her purse. "Ugh uh," I say. She looks at me, slightly confused.

  "I don't think I'd use your clothes since we're in public," she says, still whispering. "It won't be clear when it dries."

  I smirk. "I don't intend to."

  I place both fingers in my mouth completely and wrap my lips around the ends, next to my knuckles, before slowly pulling them back out, sucking them clean. I can taste her, wishing like hell my face was between her legs right now. Her mouth is hanging ajar, her eyes lazy. "That is so damn hot. I really didn't think guys would be into that sort of thing."

  "I'm only into it with you."

  "Still, it's hot."

  "You coming is what's hot."

  "Tell me how to get you off."

  "You really up for it?"

  "Of course. An O for an O, right? I don't like you being selfless all the time."

  "It doesn't bother me. I'd rather you get one."

  "And that's what makes me want to more."

  "Alright then. Get up and go to the bathroom. Act like you feel a little sick. I'll wait a couple of minutes and come check on you. I'll knock once. Whatever I say, just go with it and let me in."

  She bites the corner of her bottom lip. If only she knew how much I love her lips . . . but if she did, she probably wouldn't bite them so damn much. "Okay," she says, and hands me the blanket, before standing and making sure her dress is covering everything as she does. I turn back toward the front and watch as she passes over me for the aisle, staring at her ass that I'm about to be gripping.

  When she disappears I toss the blanket in her seat and glance at my watch. "It's not fucking normal to be this horny over a woman all the damn time." I know this, yet in about a minute and a half I'm going back there with no shame. I look up and down the aisle again. Everything is quiet, most likely because it's still early in the day.

  Easing out of my seat, I walk toward the small restroom and knock once, just as I said I would. "Kambry, you okay?"

  "I feel sick to my stomach. I'll be fine."

  "Let me in."

>   The door starts to open and I push my way inside of the small space. She has a mischievous grin on her face, standing in front of the sink. "How did I do?" She asks as I shut the door.

  I press my pelvis against hers, gripping onto the back of her thighs. "Good, but we need to finish before someone comes knocking on the door."

  "Oh, right." She wraps her hands around my neck and leans toward me. I meet her halfway, driving my tongue between her lips as they connect with mine. My hands ascend, pushing up the bottom of her dress and contouring as I trace along her ass: her fucking bare ass. She always does this shit to me.

  I break the kiss. "You wore a thong?"

  "Yes," she says cautiously.

  "You know what that does to me." I grab her hips and turn her around. "If I didn't have to be quiet right now I'd slap that ass so hard." She moans as she grips the edges of the sink. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

  "Yes."

  I grab the triangular section of fabric just above her ass, pulling it down until it sits below her cheeks, baring her lower half. I quickly push my pants down to my thighs, grabbing my dick just after. "Give me that ass."

  She bends forward, pressing her ass toward me, the head of my dick ready and waiting. One hand returns to her hip to stabilize her, as I rub the head up and down in her wetness. I waste no time before thrusting inside, filling her completely. As my pelvis meets her ass and my hand returns to her opposite hip, mirroring the other one, she squeezes her pussy around my dick. Still to this day it’s a tight fit.

  I rub up her body, dipping my fingertips beneath the wiring of her bra until her tits are firmly in my hands. Her nipples are hard. I pull back and begin thrusting at a quick and steady pace. "Fuck," she whispers. "That feels so good."

  I lean toward her, minimizing the distance between us. "You feel good. I don't want to stop."

  "Me either."

  I pinch her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. "But I have to before we get caught.

  I skim the lobe of her ear again with my teeth. "Dammit, that shouldn't be allowed. Come inside of me. I want to feel you."