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

by Charisse Spiers

  "Now you can't, but what about later? What if someone better comes along?" I have no idea where all of this is suddenly coming from. It's hurting my damn heart. The only thing I can figure is she's coming down still; her body smaller and her tolerance overall lower, the effects probably last longer on her. My lids are getting heavy, but I fight to keep my eyes open. This would be the worst possible time to fall asleep.

  I yawn, my eyes blinking rapidly, immediately following. My hand slides down her side, stopping on her ass in a tight grip. I pull her toward me, kissing her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips. "Can I be honest?"

  She stares at me for a minute, her eyes going back and forth between my eyes and lips. "Okay."

  "Now that I've met you, I wish I had waited for sex prior. What I have with you can't be had with anyone else. I'm smarter now. Back then I was stupid. Teenagers don't think about the consequences or the future when creating a fucked list. After so long most can't even remember who's on it. It's all about living in the moment and nothing more. Teenage boys have one thought in mind: getting laid so you don't have to go to college a virgin, because that's what losers do. Then, heartbreak makes you just want to fuck everything, with no standards. If it's a woman, interested, with a pussy between her legs you'll screw her; mostly hoping in some alternate universe it proves something to the one that did you wrong. I only avoided some of that because of the career I chose shortly after. I was speeding down the highway to Hell until I found you. Now, my regret is that I didn't have enough respect for you—the girl created to be my wife—back then to make you my first, so I sure as hell am not going to make someone else my last."

  "You didn't know me back then. How could you?"

  "It doesn't matter. Deep down I knew I'd find the girl one day. That should have been enough. You didn't know me either, but you still saved yourself for me whether consciously or not, and Kambry, nothing will ever be comparable to that feeling. I just wish you could have experienced it too. I'm sorry."

  "You shouldn't be. Had my parents not been the way they are I may not have, if we're being honest."

  "I know you really believe that, and thankfully we'll never know one way or the other, but I think deep down you knew it wasn't time or you would have . . . just like your brother. Most kids don't give two shits about what their parents think or want. We all think we're ten-foot-tall and bulletproof at that age. We're cocky little bastards that think we know it all. You didn't rebel, though, like most would have given your strict upbringing. Most would simply sneak around. In fact, you're a little peculiar at times, but it's one thing that drew me to you."

  Her brows dip and her bottom lip puffs out in a pout. "Peculiar? What do you mean?"

  "I never told you about that night we met?"

  "I was there. You didn't have to."

  "No, like from my point of view."

  "Oh. No. I don't think."

  "Well, I had just finished a— Never mind. Anyway, the single, only reason I went was because I never turned down a meeting with Michael. I always felt like I owed him too much, so I went, expecting to turn down whatever offer he had. I was tired of everything. Two seconds after I sat down your tits were in my face. It really didn't surprise me, given the high-profile section of the club we were in. Most girls with a rack like yours would have done more than bend over in a place like that. I've seen it. They just play it off well enough they don't get fired if the outcome doesn't end up how they expected. You, on the other hand, had no idea what was even happening. I was fucking hard, confused as hell and staring at you like a lamb dangling in front of a lion, and you were concentrating on the damn drinks, not even looking at me."

  "What's wrong with that? I didn't want to spill them on some rich-ass celebrity."

  "See what I mean? The average girl in that kind of setting, waiting tables for a fucking living, would have intentionally had an accident as close to a man's crotch as possible, just so she could try to clean it up by getting him hard for a social insurance policy at the end of the night. It's not hard for a girl to figure out how a man works. We're territorial, wanting to claim and mark every damn thing until we settle somewhere we don't want to leave. None of that even crossed your mind. When you walked off you moved like you were scared to death of tripping in your own heels while still trying to hold it together and be the sex object you were trained to be. It wasn’t you. It just didn't work, or it did in my case. The whole thing was an accident waiting to happen."

  "Well, fuck, I— "

  "Yes, I wanted to fuck you and all of your awkwardness. I even went home and watched porn to try to forget you and the insane deal that Michael was trying to make; the one I knew he would fail at because you just weren't that girl. I knew it like I know my name and date of birth."

  "And the porn didn't suffice?" She asks sarcastically.

  "Nope,” I say, letting the p pop as it comes out. “I wanted to get wet."

  She finally smiles. "How'd that go for you?"

  "Oh you know, just like any other night; ended up between this hot girl's legs and quenched any thirst I may have had . . . in that moment. You still make me thirsty."

  She laughs. "I love you."

  "I love you too, and I promise you don't have to worry about me leaving you."

  "Good. I can't believe you said I'm peculiar and awkward. That's a little depressing."

  "I call 'em as I see 'em, beautiful. It worked out in your favor. Otherwise, you may have ended up with some asshole to leave you at home to go wet his dick in someone else and doesn't have a fetish over your feet. That would have been the worst possible ending. You were everything I didn’t know I wanted. Two Food Network weirdoes should always stick together."

  She peeks up at me from under her lashes, a light laugh occurring. "I guess this is true."

  "You good? Can we sleep now?"

  She nods and turns over, placing her back toward me. I snuggle her into my front, molding my body around hers. "Goodnight, handsome."

  "Goodnight, beautiful."

  Chapter Eleven

  Kambry

  "What the fuck are you doing here?"

  My eyes pop open just as they would if trying to wake myself up in the middle of an unsatisfactory or scary dream, my hand feeling around on the bed as I work to gain visual focus. It's empty, but the spot beside me is still warm.

  My body shoots up into a sitting position and I look around the room. "You fucked my sister, prick!"

  "How the hell was I supposed to know? We're on a different coastline."

  The deep shouting is getting louder. As if part of reflex, I bolt from the bed when something hits hard against the wall in the other room. The sound of something breaking immediately follows. "Saxton stop! What the fuck is your problem?"

  I run into the living room just as Saxton's fist connects with the jaw of a guy I can't see the face of, knocking him to the ground. Deja vu hits me hard, reminding me of the day Ben suddenly turned up at the house, only in reverse.

  "Fuck, dude." The guy grabs his face and rolls over into a loose fetal position as Tynleigh runs toward Saxton, grabbing at his arm in only a tank and panties. He jerks his arm out of her grip and looks at me, his chest heaving up and down.

  "Are you for real right now? Why the hell did you hit her date?"

  "He deserved it. That's why."

  "You don't even know him!"

  The guy on the ground forcefully swings his leg in a horizontal motion, knocking Saxton's legs out from under him. He stands and turns around. "That's not entirely true."

  My mouth falls slightly in confusion as I glance at the red circle above his cheekbone. "Bryant? How did you end up here? Wait, do you know Tynleigh too?"

  "Not until last night," he says, his eyes not meeting mine. "But I would say I know her pretty well now."

  Saxton kicks the back of Bryant's knee with the arch of his foot, forcing his legs to give out. "Shut the fuck up, asshole."

  "You shut up, Saxton! Dammit, I've listened t
o you and Kambry fuck since you got here pretty much. Karma is a bitch. Now you know how it feels."

  I'm so confused, staring into the face of a man that was just recently screwing my best friend, and now my soon to be sister-in-law. "But why are you in New York?"

  "I needed a change of scenery," he says, drawing out that last word, clearly talking about Meredith. "And I have a few friends in school here, so I booked a flight."

  His speech is getting slower. What is he looking at? A masculine arm wraps around my front from behind, running along the center of my . . . boobs, creating skin-to-skin contact. Oh my god. The smirk beginning on Bryant's face and spreading at a rapid rate confirms my most embarrassing moment. I want to crawl under a rock and die. How does one not notice she's missing items of clothing? The cold draft should have been a telling sign. Have I really gotten that comfortable with nudity?

  "Get your boner in check, bro, and put your eyes back in your head while you can still see," Saxton grits out in an angry tone beside my ear. "Because your fucking dick better be hard for my sister and not my fiancé or else I will rip your heart out."

  I finally glance away from his face now that the earlier commotion has calmed down. Bryant is in boxer briefs only, just like Saxton, only he's sporting a decent sized bulge in the front; just nothing quite as extreme as the piece Saxton's packing. I'm starting to realize that Saxton is like a Great Dane in terms of dicks. It's really a good thing I fell in love with him, because being broken in with salami and then downsizing to sausage cannot possibly have the same effects. That's radical change to say the least. Oh my god. I am totally comparing their erection sizes in my head. What the hell?

  My hands cover my face, making a slapping sound. "I'm so sorry," I mumble against my palms, a little unsure of what exactly I'm apologizing for. It could be the fact I'm almost completely naked, only my thong covering anything on my body, or the fact that I'm sizing up the dicks in the room. Both are equally embarrassing and inappropriate.

  "There is really no need to be sorry with that body," Bryant returns. "Now I know exactly why he put a ring on it. Congrats by the way."

  My hands slide down my face. "Thanks," I say, unsure.

  "Dude, don't disrespect my sister. You're kind of pissing me off."

  "It's nothing personal. Tits create hard-ons and I was graced with a nice set. You of all people should know about that.” He smirks. “It seems you had the same problem when you got a look at them, but it doesn't really matter. I wouldn't touch.”

  Dick to the booty: check. Sax is sporting a semi, and just at the stop of Bryant’s words starts rubbing it side to side on my backside. I’m trying to hold my breathing at an even pace, but Bryant makes it easier, speaking again. “Besides, your sister has her own perfect boner-making set."

  Movement halts and he pulls me against him further.

  "Ah fuck. I'm out of here. You may have fucked her. Hell, you may again. That's her business. Have your fun, but I'm warning you, friend or not, don't fuck her over. At some point a plane, California bound, is waiting for you."

  My eyes lock with Tynleigh's. Her lips are pursed together. "What's so fucking funny, T?"

  She closes in on Bryant and wraps her arms around his waist, staring at Saxton. This is weird. I keep thinking I'm supposed to see Meredith, when in fact she's with my brother. "I'm just trying to decide if this is really my life right now. I just can't. This shit would only happen to us, but just so we're clear, brother, we're just fuck—"

  "Uh ugh. Shut up, T. It's not the same as you hearing about my shit. I'm a guy. We brag. You're my sister. Assuming you have sex but never knowing, witnessing or listening is totally different, especially with one of my only friends. No details are preferred."

  My hands grab onto Saxton's forearm stretched over my nipples as he begins moving, towing us both toward the bedroom, covering my ass with his body. "I'm taking her dress shopping in two hours, Saxton! That's all the time you have." She yells out just as he slams the door, not stopping as he walks us toward the bed. I can't see his face, but based on the amount of pressure coming from his chest as he breathes, I can tell he's not happy.

  "He wanted you. I could see it in his eyes." He's angry. His tone tells me so. He places his hand on my shoulder and pushes me forward, bending me over the bed.

  I catch myself with my palms. "I'm sorry. I forgot we slept without clothes. The two of you were yelling. I woke up in a panic. I know this is in the flesh, but men are going to see my body, just as women will yours. We might as well get used to it now."

  "Men are always going to want you. You're beautiful, your body is sexy, and you're innocent."

  "Hey. Are you mad at me?"

  "Do you know how hard it is for me to think of sharing your body with other men? Yet it turns me on to know that I'm the only one that can have you. Such a contradiction . . ."

  His hands grip my waist and slide beneath the string at my hips, quickly pushing my panties down to my thighs. My body shudders at his light but rough touch. I turn to look at him and he's already kneeling behind me. "What are you doing?"

  Without saying a word he leans in and swipes his flattened tongue from top to bottom of my center, then stands and grabs his dick. "Ensuring you're wet enough. I figure I have about an hour to remind you what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine."

  The head of his dick touches my skin and without even spreading me he shoves it inside, pushing me up on my tiptoes. "Sax."

  He roughly pulls out and thrusts back inside, harder this time. "You remember that name next time a man looks at you the way he just did."

  I stand upright as much as possible with him inside of me, and wrap one hand around his neck, my head turning to meet his lips. His hands become flush with my hips before I grab one and move it to my breast. "How could I ever forget? Another man may look at me, Sax, but you're the only man I see."

  He smiles. I love his smile. His smile can chase away rainy days, even with the darkest of clouds. "You really know how to make a man happy, Kambry. You sure you want to marry me? There's still time to back out."

  I arch my back and begin sliding up and down his length, the cheeks of my butt hitting against his skin each time I come down. "I've never been this happy over something so permanent. Nothing is ever really ours until we buy it. It's time to take you off the market."

  "You are the most perfect creature ever created," he says in an overworked whisper. "I love being a part of your life."

  "You aren't a part of it. You are my life, Saxton."

  "Forever and always."

  I smile back at him. "Always and forever."

  I look down at my phone screen, glancing at the latest post on our Tumblr page; also not posted by me. As a matter of fact the time stamp is way past midnight. My cheeks flush as I watch the GIF version of the video I haven't even seen from last night play through. Over and over it replays, in much higher speed than I remember as he slid in and out of me without stopping, but even if it didn’t I'm pretty sure I'd replay it constantly. All you can see of my body is from my ribs down in a horizontal angle, him the same in lateral. Our bodies connect and then they part, repetitively and hypnotically showing his dick entering me. When my eyes finally unlock themselves from the GIF I read through the entire post.

  #Clubbing in the city with my bride to be. Thank fuck for bed reserves. Her ass was working me hard. I'm pretty sure a man discovered club dancing, by the way. Dick between the cheeks . . . Yeah, all man. I love that girl. And her ass. #Sexinthecity You can look, boys, but you can't touch. This one is all mine.

  In and out of that beautiful #pussy for the rest of my life. Still fits like a fucking tight glove. Salivating yet? One happy #dick tonight. Gentlemen, if the room doesn't need to be #soundproofed, you aren't doing your job. ;) #Sextograms #SaxtonStyle #NewYorkRendevous #KinkyAfterDark #Fuckeryatitsfinest #SexSessions #AfterTheCut #TumblrSex #Porncouple #CoupleBlog #PussyWhippedPornStar #PornStarRomance #Fuckinginlove #ForeverHorny And don't forget the #Wo
rdPorn of the day— Love your woman with all that you are. Fuck hard, love hard, but don't act hard. Trust even when you don't think you can. Until next time, peace out. —Sax.

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  "Why do you have such a massive grin on your face?" I glance up at the sound of Tynleigh's voice and shove my phone back in my purse without looking at anything else; much like being caught with your hand in the cookie jar by Mom before dinner. "I would say it has something to do with the fact that we're standing in a bridal shop and you're about to pick out your wedding dress, but based on the fact that your eyes haven't moved from your phone screen since we walked in that would be an inaccurate assumption."

  "I'm sorry," I say. "He just surprises me at every turn. Right when I think I'm at max capacity in the love I hold for him, it somehow grows deeper and stronger. I'm kind of lucky I get to spend an entire lifetime with him." I sigh. "I miss him now. Pretty pathetic, huh?"

  "Maybe just a little," she retorts as the side of her mouth pulls up. "But I wouldn't want anything less for him. He's always been my sprout. I want him to be happy. You make him happy. Now that I’ve gotten that out, stop being all sappy and let's find your wedding dress so you can actually get to the wedding within this decade."

  I scan the room, dresses in every shade of white filling all sides and down the center of the building. My eyes bug out of my head. I can feel them. "Well, where do I start?"

  "With that Mimosa waiting at six o’clock. Our reservation is right on schedule."

  Confused, I turn around, and sure enough there is a female wearing a dark gray pencil skirt, cream-colored silk blouse tucked in and shoes to match. If I had to guess she’s already shucked a jacket that goes with that skirt. Her black hair falls in face-angled layers and stops just above her breasts. She smiles, holding two champagne flutes filled just below the rim with an orange liquid.

  "For the bride," she states, extending one glass toward me. "You must be Kambry."