Skin Deep (Wounded Hero Series) (14 page)

Zane was outside on the deck when Trace came up. He turned to face him. “Is there anything you haven’t told us?” Trace could not hide his surprise. “Like what, I told Dillon everything that happened.” he said sounding defensive. Zane got right in Trace’s face. “Then why the fuck are you so twitchy?” Trace sighed and put his hands in the front pockets of his fatigues. “Well first of all you and Butch have given me the grunt work and I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a week. Add to that I messed up and wasn’t at my post when Camille left the house. So yeah, I am a little twitchy I’m the new guy and I’m still trying to prove myself.” Trace turned and headed for the kitchen, he wasn’t going to wait around for Zane to give him grief. Zane watched as Trace go into the house. Everything that Trace said was true, but he never ignored that sick feeling he got deep in his gut when shit just didn’t add up. He would have time to think about it up on the ridge, since it was his night to watch the house from the spot Trace had been using. Trace was Butch’s cousin, and that’s where the similarity ended. Zane always felt like Trace was pretending to fit in, instead of really fitting in. It sounded crazy, and he was probably letting his imagination get the better of him.

Camille showered and changed into a baby blue camisole and matching panties, she brushed her hair and sprayed on her favorite perfume. She knew nothing about seduction. What she lacked in know how she would make up for with sheer determination. She needed to prove to Dillon that she accepted his dark side she wanted him to give up the tight hold he had on his self control. He’d done it earlier. Now he was in control and guarded. He’d given up on them, and they could be.

He needed to know he could lose control with her that she could be everything he needed. She watched him when she was younger, he rarely brought females around but when he did, he always seemed distant. Then there where occasions when he disappeared for days at a time, never telling anyone where he was. When he came back, he was calmer. Even back then, she wanted to be the one to comfort him, to sooth what he kept hidden.

Dillon tossed and turned since getting into bed; sleep was not going to come. How had he gotten so use to having Camille sleeping next to him?  Now he couldn’t sleep? He needed to tell her that it was over between them. It was the thought of seeing the pain on her face that made him a coward. She had asked for the words but he couldn’t say it. He sat up and leaned back on the headboard pulling the sheet around his waist. He thought to himself he would talk to her in the morning.

There was a hard knock at his door. He frowned thinking Butch nor Zane ever knocked and they both knew he was alone. “Yeah its open he said, as he made sure the sheet was in place since he was nude underneath. Camille stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Dillon sat up a little bit straighter in bed and pulled the sheet tight around his waist. “Cam are you alright?” she didn’t speak she walked over to the bed and sat down on the side facing Dillon. The scowl on his face told her he had no idea why she was there. “Cam listen we need to talk, I mean about what happened earlier. Danny was right.” Before he could finish Camille put her fingers to his lips. “I don’t want to talk, not right now. I just want to feel.” said her voice sounding husky. When she removed her hand she leaned in and kissed him, as much as he wanted to talk he wanted this more. It was just a kiss. It didn’t take Dillon long to get with the program, when he felt her tongue in his mouth he gave into the kiss and it was a hell of a kiss. Camille was blowing his mind. No other woman ever set his body ablaze like Cam did. Everything about her called to the primal side of him. There was a deep undying need for her. It had been that way for as long as he could remember. She was his weakness.

Camille leaned into him and before he knew it, Camille straddled waist. He placed both hands on her hips enjoying the feel of her soft skin. Camille broke the kiss. “It’s my turn, I can do whatever I want but you have to keep your hands to yourself or I’ll stop.”

Dillon stared into her big brown eyes; she was taking control he had to admit he liked it. This was wrong on so many different levels. He wanted her, but he couldn’t let this happen. “Cam, listen we can’t do this.” Camille kissed him again, there was no way in hell she was taking no for an answer. Holding his face between her hands as she took control of kiss. The kiss was full of passion and longing. She poured everything she was feeling into the kiss. When she finally came up for air; they were both breathing heaving. When he looked into those big brown eyes, what he saw was desire, need and determination. She wasn’t giving up.

Dillon held up his hands as though he was surrendering. Camille smiled at him and it made his whole body come alive, he wanted to always be the one to make her smile like that. She leaned into him and whispered in his ear. “I dreamed of doing this to you, Only you.” she said her voice sounding thick with emotion. Camille began to kiss her way down his tight body; she smiled to herself when she noticed Dillon’s hands fisted in the sheet covering his lower body.  She took her time on his flat nipples, as soon as she took one into her mouth Dillon arched up almost throwing her off the bed. She didn’t let that sway her she continued paying the same attention to the other nipple. After she had her fill of that, she moved on to his rock hard stomach, kissing and nibbling her way down to his navel where she licked and kissed it. Then when she knew she had him right where she wanted him, she delved lower to the fine hair that ran from his navel to his cock. She grabbed the sheet and threw it off him. The sight of his erection standing at attention just for her made her mouth water, the mushroom head was purple and the small drop of pre cum had her mesmerized.

Cam baby you’re driving me crazy he said with his voice sounding deeper. The sound of his deep voice resonated through her entire body and made it come alive. Camille smiled and then she wrapped her small hand around the base of his cock, Dillon’s groan of pleasure seem to drive her. Giving a man like Dillon pleasure when she was so inexperienced made her feel sexy and bold. She bent and took his cock into her mouth, just the head and sucked. Dillon rewarded her. “Damn it that feels good, I’ve fantasized about your hot little mouth on my cock and this is so much better.” he said through gritted teeth.

Camille closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on what she was doing. She had no idea that Dillon’s graphic description would turn her on so much, her nipples where hard and she just
knew her panties where soaked. She began to take more of his cock into her mouth. “Yeah that’s it slow and easy baby.” When she almost gagged, Dillon pulled back. She whimpered with the lost of his hard cock in her mouth and that slightly salty taste that was all Dillon. “When you take me like that you need to breathe in through your nose, it’ll make it better for you.” Camille nodded and did as he instructed and her reward came with the hissing sound Dillon made each time she took him deep into her mouth, soon she had the hang of it and she was enjoying it almost as much as he was. The power she felt was indescribable.

She licked, sucked, and paid special attention to the spot right underneath the head of his cock; where the large sensitive vein was.  Reveling in the hard yet soft feel of him. Camille opened her eyes to the most beautiful sight of all. It was Dillon with his head thrown back, he was breathing heavy and his beautiful body was cover with a fine sheen of sweat, his eyes were closed and he was lost in the feel of what she was giving him. In that moment, Camille knew this beautiful, strong, stubborn man was hers and she was claiming him. “Cam baby, damn that hot little mouth of yours is burning me alive and if you don’t want me to come in that hot little mouth of yours you better pull back now.”

Camille thought to herself that was not going to happen, she wanted all of him every ounce. She sucked harder and Dillon’s thrusts became more forceful. “Fuck, that’s it baby suck my cock just like that, that’s it don’t stop. Yeah!” Camille sucked harder with each thrust and suddenly Dillon thrust deep. She could feel the head of his cock at the back of her throat as his whole body went rigid. She felt the first jet of come. It was spicy, salty with a hint of musk that was Dillon. She was aroused as she swallowed the every drop; she pulled back and looked up at Dillon as she licked her lips.  

Dillon opened his eyes to watch Camille lick the last drop of his come from her lips. Whatever control he had was gone, he pulled her up his body and then kissed her, tasting himself on her lips was so damn erotic. He pulled her camisole over her head, by the time he got to her panties his patience was gone; he ripped them off in one swift move. He flipped her on her stomach as he clasped both of her hands in his. Cam do you trust that I would never hurt you, he whispered in her ear? The husky deep sound of his voice near her ear and his hot breath at her neck seem to heighten her arousal even more. She was unable to say the words so she just nodded her head. With that she felt the bed dip as Dillon left her. Before she could feel abandoned, he was back. His hands where everywhere on her body, playing it like a fine tuned machine. Suddenly she felt something cold at her butt she turned and what she saw amazed her. Dillon stared back at her and in that moment she knew, his well-maintained control was gone. His green eyes were dark with the lust riding him. For the first time she knew he wouldn’t
be holding back. She needed that part of him she had no earthly idea why. All she did know, was she would not turn back now. “Do you understand what’s going to happen? If you don’t want this just say no, because I won’t be able to stop once I’m deep inside you.”  Camille knew what was going to happen she was afraid, not of Dillon but of the unknown. Being new to sex was a serious disadvantage. This was Dillon someone she trusted with her life. Hearing her name got her attention. There were no words, she pushed back on him that was the only answer she could give, there was no putting what she was feeling into a sentence of words, strung together meaning nothing.

What was happening between them was more about feeling. The guttural sound Dillon made was all the warning she got. He inserted his finger into her core. Camille pushed back and impaled herself on his finger. “Easy baby since this is your first time I want to make sure your
body is ready for me.”  he said barley above a whisper. She gave a sigh of frustration. “Dillon please I…I can’t wait much longer.” Dillon laughed aloud. You’re a demanding little winch aren’t you he said and before she could protest any further Dillon rewarded her with another finger. Camille whimpered at the pleasure he was giving her with just his fingers, it was too much as she rode his hand. When Dillon pulled away and started to smear her juices around the entrance to her anus, Camille could not hold back any longer. “Dillon please I need to come now! “I have you baby, I’ll take care of you.” he said just before he delivered a smack to her ass. She moaned his name. The slight sting made her whole body burn hotter. “You like that don’t you baby.” Dillon gave her other cheek a slap. Each time his hand made contact with her flesh, it drove her closer to the edge. These were new sensations that had her desperate for release. Before she had time to recover from the spanking she felt a finger at the puckered entrance to her anus. He moved slowly giving her body time to adjust. Then he pushed his finger deeper, as it slipped past the firm ring he worked his finger in and out, that had Camille pushing back for more. When any Logical thought was gone, she felt him add another finger. There was a slow steady burn now and each time she tried to push back to seat his fingers fully, he pulled back. “We have to take this slow and easy.” he said. She was so damn tight, it was like heaven. His body wanted this. The need to mark her as his was overwhelming, but he didn’t want the whole experience to be bad for her, he had to hold back and take it slow. When he felt she was ready, he removed his fingers. Camille whimpered her protest. It was short lived, as she felt the board head of Dillon’s cock at the entrance of her anus. He pushed in slowly, she was so damn tight. Pulling back he pushed in again, this time he was a little deeper. Pulling back and thrusting harder, pushed him past the tight ring. His thrusts where shallow, each seated him deeper until finally he was seated completely. He rested his head on her back. “Don’t move Cam your body needs to adjust.” Camille was breathing heavily and so was Dillon. Her head was spinning from all the sensations that were taking over her body. She felt full, needing that release that she could feel building. Dillon ran his tongue down her back and Camille could only whimper and bite her bottom lip to keep from screaming out. Dillon pulled back; the loss of his weight had Camille moving to get closer to him. Dillon pulled back leaving only the head of his cock inside her. Camille looked back and saw that Dillon was barely holding on. “Dillon please do something anything now!” hearing the desperation in her voice broke that final thread of control and he pushed forward seating himself deep inside her and they both groan from the sheer pleasure of it.

Dillon ground his hips as he pushed into her tight anus that seemed to suck him in balls deep. “Damn Cam you’re so tight and it feels so damn good, I could spend the rest of my life fucking your pretty little ass.” Camille rewarded him by pushing to all fours and that seated him even deeper as if that was possible. Dillon groaned her name as he began to move slow and steady at first then faster, in and out like a man on a mission. Camille fisted her hands in the sheets holding on as best she could, as Dillon played her body in ways she had never imagined. Just when she thought, she couldn’t stand it any longer. Dillon reached down and applied steady pressure to her clit and all Camille could do was close her eyes and meet each thrust. Camille felt her climax building like a white-hot flame ready to consume her entire body.