Carnage Boxset

by Jones, Lesley

  “Come here.” He beckoned with his finger.

  Left, right, left, right. One foot in front of the other. How hard could it be?

  I headed towards where his long frame was spread out on my bed, and I straddled him. I sat up on my knees as he sat up to meet me. Cam licked from the middle of my cleavage, up my chest, throat, under my chin, and then plunged his tongue right into my mouth. When he unclasped my bra at the back, I let it slide down my arms. Pulling it off, he tossed it on the floor. I watched him as he took each of my breasts into his hands and sucked first on one nipple and then the other. I threw my head back and allowed a moan to escape. His big hands held me under my armpits as he rubbed my nipples with his thumbs.

  “You are so fuckin’ beautiful, Kitten. You have the most beautiful skin. I want to lick every part of your body.”

  “Do it then.” I ground into him as I spoke. “Lick me, Cam. Lick me, suck me, and then fuck me. I want you.”

  He threw me—not so gently—down onto the bed. I landed on my back as he knelt between my spread thighs. Breathing heavily, I watched him as he removed my knickers, bent my legs at my knees and positioned my feet, so I was spread wide for him. Gently, his big fingers stroked down my calf from my knee to my ankle. Raising my foot up to his mouth, he dragged his tongue along the my instep, making me shudder. When he placed small wet kisses on the inside of my calf, and then dragged his teeth all the way up to the top of my thigh, I almost combusted.

  “I can smell you, Kitten. I can smell how much you want me. I’m going to taste you now.”

  He dragged his index finger through me and then sucked on it. He repeated the action, but this time he put his finger into my mouth.

  “See how good you taste?”

  I nodded.

  “Don’t move,” he ordered.

  Like I’d want to be anywhere other than here right now.

  He stood next to the bed and pulled down his boxers.

  Fucking hell! I’ve never, in all my days, seen a dick so big.

  I supposed it stood to reason, seeing as the rest of him was so big. He took his cock in his hand and knelt between my still spread legs on the bed in front of me.

  “Touch yourself. Rub right on the spot that turns you on the most.”

  I did exactly as he said and used my middle finger to rub my clit. I couldn’t take my eyes from what he was doing to himself. As he stroked, I noticed the head of his cock become shinier and wetter, and I wanted to taste him. I hadn’t done that for any man other than Sean.

  Please, just get out of my head! The last thing I want to do is start thinking about him.

  Yeah! Fuck you, Sean. I can do this, I can move on.

  I sat up, leant forward, and took him in my mouth.

  He sat back on his heels. “Oh fuck, Georgia that feels nice. Oh baby, that’s good.”

  Both of his hands were in my hair, but he let me go at my own pace. I only took the tip of him in, as I knew I’d gag if I took in any more. He released my hair when I’d had enough, then pulled me to him, and pushed his tongue into my mouth. He pulled away and looked at me with a little smirk on his lips.

  “That’s my new favourite taste in the world.” He didn’t wait for me to ask what, before plunging his tongue back into my mouth. “My spunk in your mouth. Nothing will ever taste that good to me again,” he said, with his lips still pressed against mine. Then he winked. He fucking winked, before pushing me back onto the bed and burying his face between my legs. When his tongue slid inside me, I had zero control over the moan that escaped me, but that was nothing compared to the guttural noise I made when he flicked his tongue over my clit and filled me at least two fingers.

  I bucked my hips into his mouth while pulling at his hair.

  “Fuck, Cam!”

  He looked up at me from between my legs, his stubble wet and glistening with my juices, and I didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed about it. “I want you to come in my mouth, Kitten. I want to feel you tighten around my fingers, and I want to feel your clit throb while you come all over my face.”

  Fuck me!

  “Are you ready for this, Kitten? Coz, I’m about to spin your world off its axis.” He pushed a third finger inside me and curled them all. His tongue flicked over and then flattened down on my clit, and I exploded, I writhed, and I bucked and lifted my hips off the bed. I wanted to close my legs, but he wouldn’t let me, and it just seemed to go on and on and on. I’d never experienced an orgasm like it. I actually didn’t even know they existed. Before I’d had a chance to recover, he was sliding up my body. Kissing, licking, and sucking just above my pubic hair, across to that soft and sensitive area in the crease at the top of my leg, and over my lower belly, flicking his tongue inside my belly button and making me squirm. Then up to my breasts, paying particular attention to my nipples with his tongue and then his teeth. Finally, he reached my mouth. His face and stubble were wet, and smelt and tasted of me.

  “My second favourite taste in the whole wide world.” He twirled his tongue inside my mouth. “Your cunt juices in your mouth put there by my mouth.”

  “And how does my cunt taste?” I asked between kisses.

  “It tastes fuckin’ perfect, and don’t say cunt. It’s not ladylike.”

  “You said it.”

  “Kitten, I am not a lady.”

  “Tiger, right at this moment, neither am I.”

  He gave me a little head shake and a slight smirk before sitting up to kneel between my legs again. I watched him as he reached for a condom he must’ve left on the bedside table earlier. He tore open the foil packet, and my eyes were glued to his actions as he rolled it down the biggest cock I’d ever seen. I swallowed, hard. He must’ve noticed the look on my face.

  “We’ll take it slow. I swear I’ll be gentle.”

  “I don’t think that’s going to fit.”

  “We’ll make it fit, believe me. Slowly, Kitten. I’ll slide inside you nice and slow. You’re so wet, it won’t be a problem.”

  I gave a slight nod, still not convinced. Cam positioned himself on top of me and used his hand to guide himself to my entrance. I tried not to tense up and failed miserably. There was no way that thing was going to fit inside of me without doing some damage. He kissed me very gently on the mouth.

  “You’re beautiful, Georgia. We are going to fit perfectly together.”

  He very gently pushed inside me and then moved his mouth from mine to pay attention to my jaw, my neck, and my breasts, until I was so turned on that I lifted my hips to meet him, taking more of him in.

  “Fuck, Kitten, you feel good.”

  He pushed in farther. It took a few seconds to get used to how it felt to have him inside me. It wasn’t uncomfortable, not at all, it was different though. I’d never felt so full? Stretched? I couldn’t think of an adequate word to describe how it felt exactly, and then he moved and I couldn’t think at all.

  Cam slowly began to rock his hips as he looked down the length of our bodies to watch as his big beautiful cock slid in and out of me.

  I knew it wasn’t going to take much to make me come again. We moved together and found a rhythm that suited us both. His mouth and teeth were all over me, and I couldn’t help but let out a moan.

  It felt good. Seriously good.

  “Cam.”

  “I know… I know Kitten. Just let it go. Just give it up for me.”

  I don’t really know why, but I started to cry and almost choked on a sob as I called out his name.

  “Cam, please, I can’t, I, I… ” I gave up and rolled my lips together because nothing I was saying was making any sense anyway.

  We rocked and ground and groaned and moaned. Cam whispered my name, I cried his. Licks, bites, tongues, teeth. Hands, fingers, nails. Everything became frantic and then it didn’t. Cam’s hands moved to hold either side of my face as he rested on his elbows and looked down at me, right into my eyes, just his hips moving as he continued to grind hard, but oh so perfectly against my clit.


  “I’m gonna come now, Kitten. You feel too good. You’re gripping my cock too tight, and I can’t last any longer. Are you ready, can you come again for me?”

  I nodded my head and wrapped my legs around him tighter. He slid his hands under my arse cheeks and tilted my hips up to meet his, all without breaking eye contact.

  “Yes?” he asked, and I nodded.

  I wasn’t sure if I was exploding or dissolving. Melting or freezing. I wasn’t sure of anything much so I nodded again, even though he hadn’t asked me a question.

  “You feel it, Kitten? Can you fuckin’ feel it?”

  I felt him jerk and throb inside me as my own orgasm rolled from the tips of my toes to the tips of my hair, the sensation repeating itself over and over again. I clung to him and sobbed. I couldn’t help it. It might have been the four years of frustration, hurt, and self-doubt mixed with every other emotion I’d kept locked down for so long, or it could’ve been the fact that I was feeling, really feeling for the first time in so very long. I just didn’t know, but I couldn’t stop the tears.

  All the while, Cam was perfect, just perfect. He held me, kissed, and stroked me, telling me how good I felt in his arms, how he loved being inside me and just to cry and let it out, until eventually, I fell asleep in his arms.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I didn’t know what made me wake up. Perhaps, it was just the sense that someone else was there. I’d been dreaming of Sean. We were driving through the countryside on a motorbike, and it seemed so real. I could feel the wind in my hair, and I could feel my arms wrapped around him, but the most vivid part was his smell. He’d started wearing Paco Rabanne the last few months we were together, and I could smell it as I rested my head on his back while we drove. Every now and then he would squeeze my hands where they sat low on his waist as I held on. When he did that, I would squeeze him tighter and breathe him in deeper. Something had woken me though. Something had dragged me from the absolute, perfect contentment I was feeling in my dream, and I wasn’t impressed.

  I lay under the covers, curled on my side, and remained still for a moment. I could hear someone breathing lightly, and I could feel an arm wrapped around me. There was a large hand splayed over my belly, and a chest pressed into my back. The scent of Sean that I’d woken up thinking was so real was replaced by something else.

  Someone else.

  Cam. Cameron King was in my bed. We’d had mind blowingly good sex last night, and just the thought of it made me want to grind my bum into him, but I didn’t. I remained still, contemplating how I felt. . . I felt pretty good actually. I hadn’t used him in any way, other than to achieve a couple of excellent orgasms. I had no desire to make him fall in love with me and then dump him. He was a really nice bloke, and I enjoyed his company. He was, in fact, the first man since Sean whose company I enjoyed purely for the pleasure of it. The fact that he looked like a Greek God and could fuck for England was a tip-top bonus. He didn’t seem to be looking for anything too serious, and I most certainly wasn’t either, which meant we appeared to be pretty well suited, and then my belly did a little backflip.

  He shot someone!

  I stood in a pub car park and watched as he shot someone. I rolled onto my back and was met by a very handsome face and a pair of golden brown eyes looking down at me. He smiled, ever so slightly, and it stirred something deep in my belly. Never again would I wait four years to have an orgasm with a man. I felt like I could quite happily lock myself away for a month with Cam, let him fuck me senseless, or at least until I was unable to walk and still be left wanting more.

  Whore!

  I lifted my head slightly and scanned the room for a clock.

  “What time is it?” I asked, my voice sounded raspy from sleep.

  “Dentist o’clock,” he replied.

  I placed my head back on my pillow and looked at him for a few seconds.

  “What are you talking about? What’s dentist o’clock?”

  “Two-thirty.”

  “What?”

  “Tooth hurty, Geddit?”

  I groaned loudly, and this time it had absolutely nothing to do with sex. “Bloody hell Cam. Even my dad’s jokes are funnier than that. Are you sure you’re thirty and not fifty-two because that was a proper Dad joke.”

  He stared at me blankly for a few seconds. I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed hard, and for a split second, I thought he was going to cry because I didn’t laugh at his joke.

  Then he said, “Her name was Chantelle. She was my wife.”

  Oh.

  My eyes widened as I realised this was one of those moments where I needed to keep my mouth shut and listen.

  “Our parents were best friends. I was two years older than her, and it was just always assumed that we would end up together. Her dad owned a few businesses, my dad owned a few, a merger made good business sense. She was an only child, so her dad had no boys to take over the reins. Robbie was too old for her, Joshie too young. When my dad was killed, Colin, her dad, stepped in and helped us out. He made sure nobody came in and tried to take what my dad had built up while Rob and I established ourselves.” He took a moment to sit himself up and leant back against the headboard.

  I sat up and tucked the quilt under my arms, sat cross legged next to him, and listened to the rest of what he had to say.

  “Georgia, I’m assuming you’ve worked out by now that not all of what I do is entirely above board, entirely legal?”

  No shit.

  I nodded my head and just made a Hm hmm sound.

  “Me and your dad are very similar in the way we do things, and the way we run our businesses. We're both very fair with people. We don’t take the piss, and we always try to help people out when we can. But if you cross us, then we will fucking break you.”

  I nodded some more.

  “Chantelle wasn’t my girlfriend or anything until I was twenty-three, when Colin was diagnosed with cancer. It all happened so fast and there was so much else going on that I just went along with it.” He sighed and raked his long fingers through his hair and looked around the room before staring back at me.

  “There’s a family called the Riley’s. They used to be the faces around the East End in the sixties. Then they moved out Basildon way and made a name for themselves there. When my dad was killed, they tried to make themselves busy, tried to take over a couple of the doors we run security for in Romford and Harlow. They’d send people into the clubs to cause trouble and then report the bouncers to the police. That and a few other things. Anyway, it all died down once they realised we had Col on board and Rob and me weren’t just a pair of kids to be fucked around with. So then, Colin gets told he’s only got months to live, and he wants to see his daughter married.” His eyes slid to mine and he nodded, “I knew what I had to do. I did love her, but she was just… Well, she was more like a mate, but I was prepared to give it a go, to try. I owed Colin that much for the way he’d stepped up after my own dad died.” This time he nodded as his eyes remained on mine. I nodded back, letting him know I understood his reasoning.

  Kinda.

  “Colin lived a bit longer than we thought he would and Chantelle was six months pregnant when he died… I didn’t—it wasn’t…” He trailed off, looked out into the darkness of the room and let out a long sigh before returning his brown eyes to meet mine.

  “We’d never discussed having children, and I was surprised that it had even happened considering ours was more of a marriage of convenience.” He gave a small smile and a guilty shrug that made him look so young and boyish that both my heart and belly flip-flopped.

  “This triggered all sorts of problems,” he continued. “She’d had a bit of high blood pressure during the pregnancy, I—” He looked up at the ceiling, and I could see he was struggling.

  “I’m no angel, Georgia. Never have been, never will be, but I’m sorry for how I treated her when we first got married. I stayed out all night, getting off my nut on charlie and fucki
ng other women. She wasn’t stupid, she knew, but she loved me. She fuckin’ worshipped me. She always had.” He stared blankly, right through me, but I wasn’t there. He didn’t see me.

  “Anyway, she was a mess after her dad died, and I realised that I needed to step up. She was on complete bed rest to try to keep her blood pressure down, and I was trying to deal with her and the Riley’s, who had crawled out of the woodwork again and were causing us problems.”

  I watched as his hand came up to his jaw, and he stroked it with his thumb and index finger. He seemed to study me for a few long moments, and I knew he was debating between how to and whether to tell me whatever it was he was about to say next.

  “I went out, George. I went out on the Friday night. I was off my tits, and I pubbed, clubbed, and fucked my way through Friday and Saturday night. I didn’t call her, not once, George. Not once, did I give my sick, pregnant wife a thought during that weekend, not until I pulled up back at our home around lunchtime on Sunday.”

  He raked both of his hands through his hair this time, and then dragged them down his face. “We’d bought a place in Shenfield not far from where your mum and dad are now. The first thing I noticed was that the gates were open. Chantelle would never have left them open. I had them put in especially for her and the baby’s security. Then when I pulled up outside, I could see that the front doors had been smashed in. I went running in, calling out her name. I found her in the bedroom, she was tied to a chair, blindfolded, with an alarm clock left ticking and tied to her, she’d…” He shook his head, not the little head shake he did when I pissed him off but a no, no, no kind of head shake. “She’d thrown up all over herself and was totally confused. I untied her, laid her on the bed, and then called for an ambulance. She hadn’t been physically touched, not raped and not beaten, but what they had done was terrify her, mentally, she was an absolute mess.”

  His face crumbled as he finally made eye contact with me, but he held it together and continued.

  “They’d made her think she had some sort of explosive tied to her. She thought they were gonna blow her up. When the paramedics arrived, they found her blood pressure to be dangerously high. They rushed her to the hospital and delivered my son by emergency caesarean, he was stillborn, George. He didn’t make it.”