by Eva Andrews
Rocking my hips into her, I knew she had to feel my dick, it was at full fucking attention now. How could it not be when she was around? I felt like I had been sporting half a chub since I locked eyes with her last night.
For the first time in my life I was hesitant, hesitant to not fuck this up.
She and I had a history, okay, not much of a history but we had that one night. The last thing I wanted was for her to think she was temporary, again. I didn’t want to hurt her, or scare her away. I wanted to draw her into me, make her need me as much as I needed her.
“I want you so fucking bad.” I admitted, breaking our kiss as I teased my way up her neck to her ear.
“Then fuck me Mr. Carmichael.” She whispered as I tugged on her earlobe with my teeth.
Oh, I’m going to sugar, just you wait.
“We are going to take this slow.” I whisper into her ear as I squeeze her boob, and tilted my hips into her, nudging her slit with the tip of my cock.
I don’t know what in the world made me say that, other than I wanted her more than anything in my life and I didn’t want to rush it. Pulling back so she could look at me, desire full in her eyes as the mid-day sun beat down on us.
“Slow?”
Nodding.
“I don’t need slow, Cameron.” She moaned as she arched into my hand, pressing her breast into my hand.
“Yes, you do love. I promise, it’ll be worth it.”
Sighing, she leaned forward and nibbled my lip, “It better be, you set really high standards all those years ago, I’d hate to be disappointed. I’m all hot and bothered just thinking about it.”
Grinning, I wrapped my arm around her waist, “then allow me to cool you off- temporarily,” before she could resist, I walked us to the edge of the swim deck and jumped off with her in my arms.
Her excited scream was worth the cold shock of water as we hit the ocean. Plunging into the water, we broke apart so we could swim to the top.
Breaking the water, I grinned as I saw her come up with a smile. Swimming over to her I reached out and grabbed onto the deck to steady me, and snagged her around the waist and brought her body against mine.
Biting my shoulder playfully, asking quietly, “Slow huh?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“You’re a tease.”
“Me? Fuck that, you are walking Viagra Shay. I want you to know that if we do this, that this isn’t a one-time thing. I’m not going to fuck this up by rushing.”
Around us the waterways were getting traffic, wanting more seclusion with her, I kissed the tip of her blushing nose.
“Come on, I’ll teach you to drive this thing.” I offered, seeing she was clearly stunned.
Chapter 3
Shayne
After a successful endeavor to teach me to navigate and operate his outrageously expensive yacht, I ended up not hitting anything and navigated us into a bay he wanted to anchor in for the night. All while standing between his legs.
Once in the bay, Cameron handled the rest. He made the maddening panels and screens look like child’s play as he controlled the yacht with precision.
It was fucking hot to watch. He might have not been a Navy boy, but he knew his shit.
After we had moored in the bay, we chose to swim and lay out again. Afterward, I decided I needed to tan my back and made my way back to the massive sundeck.
In my sleepiness, I had absentmindedly untied my bikini top strings so I wouldn’t get horrible tan lines. Which was all well and good, until I snuggled up to Cameron again, and forgot my top was untied. Needless to say, he got a good feel of my naked breasts against his hot ass body, served him right.
Since his declaration, there had not been any need to hide our desire for each other. Gone was the sliver of polite space we had given each other, now we touched each other whenever we could. Yet, there had been a line he didn’t cross. He was being the Southern gentleman I remembered.
I couldn’t lie, flirting with Cameron was one hell of a fun job to have.
Deciding to go ashore for dinner tonight, we had gone downstairs to shower when I realized all of my shit was in his room. Sure I could flirt with him, but getting ready in the same room wasn’t going to cut it.
Um, no. No way could I share a room and go ‘slow’.
I had grabbed some stuff and slipped out, finding a beautiful suite a door away, much to his dismay.
With a moment alone in a beautiful suite down a few doors, I took a moment to reflect about my day. All those feelings I had for him so long ago seemed to resurface far too easily. Sure, it wasn’t as if we were strangers, but we sure had a lot to learn about each other.
Granted, I had zero expectations on where this was going. I was having fun doing whatever this was, I wasn’t going to push for anything more. I didn’t need to talk it out, because honestly, I was afraid that’d freak him out.
Now, if it ever got to having sex again, I’d have to talk to him. I looking for anything serious. I also knew I couldn’t be intimate with someone if they were out seeing other people. I’m sure that sounded batshit crazy, oh, if we sleep together you can’t sleep with anyone else- but I also don’t want to label us as anything.
Ultimately, I was afraid. Afraid of being made a fool of again. Cameron was known as a womanizer, and I was the last person who needed to be caught in his net. Yet, I couldn’t convince myself that I should stay away. I was a sucker for him.
Showering and getting ready, I grinned as I thought about our day thus far. He had questions for me, which were well thought out. He seemed generally interested to get to know what I had been up to this past decade. I in return, asked him my own set of questions.
Standing before the mirror, I turned and looked at my ass. We were going out in public together, for dinner and I was freaked the fuck out. I knew from having a bad habit of snooping online that the paparazzi liked to hound Cameron and his women. Keeping my phone turned off I left it in the room and grabbed the small purse.
I had a nasty habit of turning off my cell phone when I wanted the world to leave me alone. It pissed my brother and friends off severely. Shrugging to myself, I knew I didn’t need the distraction. Cameron would take all of my attention tonight. Slipping on some cute black sandals I felt ready to face the man who had my heart doing flips.
What scared me the most was how easily I was letting him in. My heart couldn’t take another fracture, but Cameron was right- this was easy. Being around him was as easy as breathing, I owed it to myself to see where this could go. Even if it was just a few rounds in the sack.
Walking out of the room I headed for the fly deck, I had a feeling my date would be up there. Hoping I wasn’t overdressed I took a deep breath as I climbed the stairs to the top floor of the yacht.
Soft music was playing upstairs, Sinatra in fact.
I found him easily. Standing off the bow, dress in fitted black dress pants, he wore a tailored white shirt with rolled cuffs. His dark hair gleaming in the setting sun, black aviators covered his blue eyes as he watched the sun dip into the horizon.
Grinning, I liked that we matched. I wore a simple black racerback dress that hugged my frame.
Hearing me, he turned around, his hands in his pocket. Unable to see his eyes, I smiled as he jumped down from the top edge of the yacht, and walked over to me.
“Shayne,” he whispered, running his hand around my waist, bringing me up against him. Inhaling his cologne, I closed my eyes and sighed. He smelled like euphoria to me. Feeling his other hand run up the length of me, tipping up my chin, my body shivered.
Reaching up, I took his sunglasses off gently and smiled when our eyes locked on each other.
“Good evening Captain.”
Grabbing a handful of my ass, he pulled me close, “You should have showered with me.”
Unable to refrain from giggling, “A shower would have ended your ‘slow’ run in about five seconds.”
“True. You ready?”
“Yeah.”
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“You okay?” He asked, walking me down to the beautiful solid wood dinghy that was going to jet us into the harbor dock. Max following behind us. He was coming with us, the place we were going was dog friendly.
Although it was on the tip of my tongue to tell him I was nervous, I shook it off and smiled, “I’m fine. Hungry.” I didn’t want to tell him I was uncomfortable going out in public with him. I didn’t want the news digging into my background, I wanted nothing to do with the limelight. I had spent years avoiding it. Yet, Cameron was worth it.
Max jumped in first, followed by me.
Putting a soft jacket over my shoulders, Cameron got in and drove us into the beautifully lit little seaside town for dinner.
Sitting between his legs, I leaned into him and took it all in. Slow. I like slow, maybe he was right.
Thankfully, dinner had gone so much easier than I had anticipated.
There were no gawkers, no paparazzi- nothing but us and a bunch of small town folks having dinner on a Saturday night. The food was delicious, and the indoor/outdoor restaurant had live entertainment.
The pet friendly restaurant was a perfect fit for us. After we were done eating, we had taken Max down the beach and back a few times, holding hands and enjoying our time together.
By the time we had gotten back to the yacht, this man knew just about everything about me. My birthday, favorite color, he knew every school I attended. My favorite bands and all the concerts I had ever been to. He now knew every country I had visited, and my bucket list of places I still needed to see. I had even shared memories I tended to keep buried- my dad’s death, the fact that I hadn’t talked to my mom in years and of course, how I missed my brother desperately.
Our conversation tonight wasn’t one sided, he gave up just as much information. I had asked a wide range of question to the devastatingly handsome man too. Cameron answered each and every question with much thought and consideration. It was clear he wasn’t trying to impress me with his answers, but he did anyway.
Returning to Cameron’s unnamed yacht, I helped him secure the dinghy as I joked with him, “I can’t believe you haven’t seen Spaceballs, or Footloose, or what was the other one?”
“Grandma’s boy. We can watch them tonight if you want?”
“Seriously?” I said excited. Dumb and cult classics were my favorite.
“Yeah, the fly deck has a huge ass tv, we can post up on the couch and watch whatever one you’d like.” He offered as he finished tying up the dinghy.
Grinning, “Perfect! I’m going to go change and grab a bunch of blankets so we can make a nest.”
Raising a brow, “A nest?”
Waving him off, “You’ll see. Be right back.”
Running downstairs, I went to the room I had used earlier, and grabbed my phone. Running back to Cam’s room and turned on my phone and tossed it on the bed. Stepping into the large closet that held a plethora of new clothes, I searched through the closet of clothes.
Taking off my black jersey dress, I tossed it on the ground and kicked out of sandals as I looked through my options. I wanted something sexy, yet comfy.
My phone began making all sorts of alert noises as it turned back on, followed by an immediate phone call. Groaning, I looked over at it and knew I should have kept the damn thing off until tomorrow.
Cameron
Watching her disappear downstairs, I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. Jesus, I thought this would be easier. Going slow with Shayne was like trying to stop a hurricane. Everything that woman did made me hard. Her giggle, the way she scratched Max’s ears and played with him tonight. How easily she answered my questions, or how easily she leaned into me when we were out.
This shit felt natural, and that scared the hell out of me.
I had been ‘serial dating’ as my siblings called it, for years now. I knew when a woman was lying, I could tell when they were trying to impress me. I could see through that shit easily, hence the reason why no lady lasted very long. I hadn’t had an official girlfriend since college. Never during the years with the Army, and after I started my company, I didn’t let any woman get close to me.
Shayne didn’t have an ounce of fake in her. She was one of those genuine souls, she had a heart of gold when I met her years ago, and that hadn’t changed.
Feeling my phone buzz, I pulled it out of my pocket and saw Jud’s name and face pop up.
“Hey little brother, what’s up?”
“Cam, do you have Shayne with you?” Jud said in a slight panic, instantly making me worried.
“Yeah, she’s downstairs changing. We just got back to the ship from dinner, why?”
“Okay listen, her ex ended up ditching his wedding today. Like, left the bitch he cheated on Shayne with at the altar and shit! Word is he wants Shayne back. I’ve been trying to call her all day. You cannot let that fucker get to her Cam, don’t let her talk to him!”
“She’s had her phone off most of the day. I’ve got her Jud, don’t worry.” I gave him reassurance as I ended the call and jogged downstairs. As I approached my room, I heard her talking to someone.
Hearing upset tone in her voice made me pissed, she was already crying. God, I had hated it when my sisters or mother cried, but Shayne? Hearing her cry, it shredded me.
Fuck, he already got to her.
Walking into my room I could hear her on the phone, she was in the closet. Walking around the other side of my room, I saw her standing in the darkened alcove. She was in a black lace bra and thong, with her eyes closed and her iPhone held against her right ear.
“You cheated on me, and stole my money! You are a piece of shit Derrick, how dare you call me! Do you really think, in that fucked up head of yours, that I’d ever forgive you?”
Jealousy thundered through my body. How dare anyone give her up for someone else? Was he fucking blind, deaf and dumb? Shayne was an angel with a sinner’s body. Something in me snapped as I heard her tell him to go to hell. Whatever part of me had promised to go slow, was conveniently taken over by my warrior instinct.
Unable to keep my hands off her any longer, I wanted to take away whatever anger he had just brought into her life. She had been all laughter and smiles since I had taken her away this morning, and I wasn’t going to let that fuck take that away from her.
Goodbye slow, hello real life.
Her eyes snapped open as I ran my hand over one of her lace covered breasts and leaned in to kiss her neck. If she was going to talk to him, it’d be while I pleasured her body. Fuck going slow, it wasn’t us. We an electric current that couldn’t be stopped.
Feeling her quake, I grabbed her firm ass and yanked her against me, grinding my cock against her softness. Hearing her moan my name made me fucking harder than I had ever been, especially since she moaned it into the phone while her ex as on the other line.
Hearing him yelling on the phone I plucked the phone from her hand, and cleared my voice as my other hand slipped into the front of her very wet panties.
“Derrick, I’m sorry, Shayne isn’t available to talk right now.” Sliding her panties over, I stroked her wet pussy as I watched her eyes dance as she bit her lip, “She’s about to get fucked by her new boyfriend.” Shutting off her phone, I tossed it as I ran my finger over her clit.
Moaning and grabbing onto me for support, “Jesus Cam…” she whispered as she clung to me.
Picking her up with one arm, I walked us into my bedroom and tossed her on the bed. I killed the lights except for a few ambient lights, and kicked the door shut.
Slow was officially over.
Leaned up on her elbows, her perfect fucking tits jetted out- still captured in that expensive ass lace bra that was begging to be torn off. Her beautiful green eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched me.
“If you don’t want this Shay, tell me now. I won’t be able to stop once I get my hands on you. If you want slow, tell me now…”
Stunning me with her perfect smile, she got up and crawled acr
oss my bed to me. Unbuttoning my shirt, she pulled it off and pressed a kiss above my heart.
“Fuck me Cameron- how many times are you going to make a lady say it in a day?”
Unbuckling my belt, she pulled it out slowly and dropped it on the floor.
Slipping off her bra straps, I let them fall as I leaned down and kissed the tops of her tits. Taking a mental note that black laced looked fucking sexy as hell on her, I pushed the fabric down and freed her nipples.
Covering one with my mouth, the sound of her moan had my dick throbbing. “Do you want me Shay?”
“So much.” She answered as I gently pushed her forward, crawling onto the bed with her. I know she wanted me, the man. Not the money, not the billionaire status, or any of my possessions- she wanted me.
Biting her lip playfully, I undid her bra and discarded it with the other clothes on the floor. Shayne made quick work of my pants and boxer briefs, freeing my dick in all its glory.
When she reached down and grabbed my cock, I about blew my wad right there. Her touch made me come undone, wanting to slow this down I pushed her down onto the bed and slowly kissed my way to her thong, sliding my fingers under the lace, I traced her sex with my fingers.
“So wet for me Shay, so fucking wet.”
Sliding her panties to the side, I slipped a finger in her as she moaned my name. Grinning, I rubbed her clit with my thumb as I added another finger. She was so responsive, and vocal. Everything this woman did turned me on.
“So tight.”
“Cam, please…” She begged as I worked her over with my fingers. She was magnificent, so unafraid of her own sexuality. Slipping one of her legs over my shoulder, I couldn’t resist, sliding my fingers out, I replaced them with my face as I licked her slit with the flat of my tongue.
“Holy shit, Cameron…. that feels so fucking good, oh I’m going to come.” She panted, grabbing a fist full of my hair as I worked her over with my tongue, sucking here and there, rubbing her clit until she was coming all over my face.