Teasing Hands (14 page)

“Undress for me.”

Same words uttered as every other time, yet they sounded different today. Soft. Not a command, but a desperate plea on his behalf to my body. He needed me to give myself to him, and I would—of that there was never a doubt.

I walked a few paces ahead, just enough to create the space for me to disrobe. To tempt him with my naked flesh and the small white lace thong I wore beneath my romper.

A gasp left me at the sight of him watching me with hooded eyes. Camden stood in all his male glory before me, with no shirt on and a pair of thin white linen pants. I’d come to appreciate the way he posed in front of the door with each session. He leaned back against the room
’s only exit, arms crossed over his naked, broad chest as he waited for me to comply with his demands.

Pulling the small bow that sat at the center of my chest, I loosened the top enough to let it fall down to my waist.  My breasts were bared to him. His eyes raged—the blue and greens mixed into a frenzied storm of lust. They swept from peak to peak, making them stiff and throb with want.

“Come closer.” The soft tone from a few minutes ago was gone. This was more like the man I knew. Shaking my head, I pushed down the rest of my clothes and let them pool at my feet. “Get the fuck over here.”

“No.”

Camden growled at my defiance, his fists clenched at his sides. “
Gatita
, I’m not in the mood for games. Come to me.” Still, I defied him and instead took a seat at the very edge of his table.

“I need your hands, Camden.” It was my turn to plead. His lip curled up, that gorgeous grin he wore during my first massage overtaking his face. It was sexy. Disarming. “Please.”

“You do realize what you’re asking for, right?”

“I do.” And I did. He couldn’t give me more now, but he would eventually. This man couldn’t deny the flames that burned between us. It was more than a simple spark.

“Are you—”

“Please love me like only you can. Fuck me like no other has before.” My words—the truth behind them
—
pushed him off that door and over to me. He placed his hands on either side of me on the narrow bed. Caging me in.

“There will be no other…ever.” Camden ran his nose down the side of my face, from my hair line to jaw. He nipped the skin there before running his tongue over the tender bite. “I won’t allow it.”

“Please,” I begged again, arching into him. My thighs spread, accommodating his narrow waist and allowed me to press my aching core against him. “Make the hurt go away.”

“Hurt?” He pulled back and eyed me. His cock never quit flexing against the scrap of lace I still wore. Thick and heavy against my wet lips, it rubbed me. Felt so good.

“No.” My whimper let him see me, see the pain that not having him close had inflicted. “My pussy aches for you, baby.”

“Is that so?” The cocky son of a bitch smirked at me and leaned in for a kiss. Turning my face at the very last second, he missed my lips and kissed my neck
instead, right below my ear. A shiver ran through me at the contact.

I didn’t answer; instead, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in closer. His fingers tangled in my hair and turned my face toward his. Our eyes met. Intense desire reflected in his orbs, and I drowned in them.

“Fucking take what’s yours,” I choked out and made a move to lie back. Camden released my tresses, but not before stealing a quick sweet kiss from me, a total contradiction to the way he ground his cock against my wet pussy.

15

I lay there on that massage table for him, open to his every whim, and all that I begged for in exchange was for him to touch me. To take and break what I so willingly gave. Camden eyed me with undisguised hunger while his fingers trailed up my leg.

“Camden, please.” Goose bumps arose on my skin and a small whimper escaped my lips. My hips rose off the small table and undulated—seeking out his fingers.

“Don’t fucking move.” His hands spread out and his fingers dug into my fevered flesh. “We are doing this my way. Do you understand me,
gatita
? My fucking way.”

“Anything you want, baby. Just let me taste you.” The neediness in my tone caused a loud growl to ripple from his chest. His fingers—the ones holding my thighs tightly in his grasp—pulled me down to the edge of the table, and spun me around. Camden then angled the bed a bit, pulling a lever beneath the table and
lowering my head.

I now lay right below the bulge in his pants.

I could smell him. The white linen pants he wore hid nothing and I took advantage of it. Rising up, I nuzzled him and licked the outline of his hard cock. His grunt was all the approval I needed, and before he could utter another word, I pulled the strings of his indecent pants and took out his dick.

It sprung out and smacked his lower abdomen, leaving a small bead of liquid over his hard muscles. My mouth watered at the
sight. With one hand I pumped his cock, while my thumb swiped over the slit at the top and collected the moisture there.

“Goddamn frustrating woman,” Camden hissed out while thrusting into my hand. My fist tightened around him, and his head fell back. The muscles in his stomach clenched with each swipe of my finger over his engorged head.

“Told you I wanted a taste.” His head snapped back up, and his eyes darkened as he watched me bring the glistening digit to my lips. “Fuck, so good.”

“Open,” Camden demanded, and pushed my hand away. He tapped the head of his cock against my lips, smearing his pre-come along them. I opened my mouth and licked my lips, his taste exploded on my tongue, and I moaned.

My thighs closed, and I rubbed them together. Wetness seeped out of my useless panties; they concealed nothing. The more I moved, the more exposed I became.

Flushed and panting, I looked up and into his lust-filled eyes. “More,” I cried and pushed up to take the swollen tip into my mouth. Camden pulled back just a second before I did. “What the fuck
?”

“Move closer,” he bit out and grasped my shoulders in his strong hands. The words had barely registered when he’d dragged my head over the edge of the table, the perfect height for him to fuck my mouth. Head hanging over the edge and lips parted, he would slide in without difficulty. “Much better,
gatita
. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes.” Camden leaned over my body and ran his hand from the center of my chest to my pussy. His finger slid under the lace edge of my thong with each pass. Fingers spread and palm pressing down firmly, he massaged his way across
my body until he cupped me firmly.

My wetness coating his fingers could be heard in the silence of the room.

“This responsive little pussy is mine.” With his wet fingers, he parted my lips and played just outside my entrance. Not entering, just teasing me with slight pressure and light taps against the swollen lips. I squirmed beneath him. Between his touches and the weight of his hardness against my face, I was a wanton mess of heat.

“I want your cock in my mouth,” I ground out as he circled a single finger over my clit. My hips rose off the table, but he simply pushed me down with the same hand coated in my wetness.

“Open,” Camden ordered, and I complied. He placed the tip just outside my parted lips; his hand was back over my heated core, and as he pushed forward to enter my mouth, he fucked me with two fingers. “Fuck. So wet…hot.”

“Oh God,” I groaned around his dick before he pulled out again.

“This is what you wanted, to feel me hot and heavy against your tongue?” With my eyes set on his, I nodded and raised my head to take him in deeper. “Shit!” His fingers stopped moving while he watched me take him down my throat. He was big, and I choked.

The hand on my pussy squeezed hard at the feel of my throat constricting around his cock. Camden released his hold on me and slid his fingers up my body until reaching my throat. Tenderly, he caressed my neck and the imprint of his cock inside.

“Love the way you look with my cock in your mouth,” he uttered and pushed into my mouth at a slower pace now. No rush; he seemed to want to savor the feel of my lips wrapped around him. “It’s almost obscene. So fucking dirty.”

Pulling back a bit, I let him pop out of my mouth and dragged my tongue down toward his heavy balls. “You taste so good, Camden.”  I pulled one into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it while pumping his shaft with one hand.

“Motherfuck.” His body trembled, and his cock swelled in my hand. “Enough.” He grunted and I stopped; eyes wide and shivering at the anger in his tone. “When I come, it will be in your pussy…not your hand or mouth.”

I was his ragdoll. Camden manipulated my body in ways that Hunter
had never achieved. He’d turned me to his liking with my ass now hanging off the edge of his table. How I didn’t fall as he spun me around, I’d never know.

“Spread those beautiful legs,
gatita
.” I automatically complied with his demand, spreading my legs as wide as the small table permitted. “Goddamned beautiful little pussy,” he growled before bending down and nuzzling me. His nose rubbed my clit, then he kissed my lips.

“Quit fucking teasing me!” My scream of frustration caused him to let out a low chuckle. He sucked my lips into his mouth and let them slide out in slow motion.

“You taste so good.” He breathed me in before standing back up to his full height. “But now, I want to see just how good you’ll feel wrapped around my cock.” With that, he grabbed his dick and rubbed the head along my wet slit. I could hear my wetness coat him
,
feel the way he trembled when his tip pressed against my heat.

“Please, I need—” The words caught in my throat as he pushed in. There was no way to describe the way he felt inside me. How he stretched me, a delicious burn that only intensified my hunger for this man.

It would only ever be for him.

“How…fuck.” His hips met mine as his wild eyes looked down at me in wonder. “Why do you render me useless? How am I supposed to not get addicted to the feel of you
,
gatita
?”

“
Don’t fight it.” My hips lifted up on their own accord, meeting his thrust. It was slow. Sensual. I pulled him down over me; my soul needed this closeness, and my body needed to feel his weight on me.

“Don’t think I can.” His face contorted in the perfect picture of painful bliss. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face and over his jaw. Reaching up, I sucked the skin between my teeth and whimpered. Everything of his tasted good. “Fuck.” He pushed in harder. Deeper. My body trembled, and he let out a deep groan.

Camden’s movements were worshipping. He pushed in hard—the ridges of his cock dragged along the walls of my pussy. The head rubbed against my weakest point with each inward stroke, and I squeezed down on him.

His head rested on my shoulder, his arms wrapped around my upper back.
Those hands—those long, glorious fingers were etching themselves into my shoulders. With each entry, he pulled me down to meet his thrust. Pain never felt so good.

“Harder…Camden, I need you harder
,” I mewled low, my lips next to his ear.

Lifting his head, he looked down at me and shook his head. “Just feel me,
gatita
. Just feel.” His pace slowed even more, small thrusts that drove me wild as he’d push in to the hilt and gyrated, his pelvis rubbing me where I throbbed the most. I felt every twitch, every inch of him.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted with a sharper flex of his hips. “Squeeze me
. Yeah, just like that, baby. Pussy so good.”

“Oh God,” I moaned low and kissed his sweet lips. They tasted of me. My essence on him only added to the fuel of desire that scorched my veins. At the feel of my tongue licking at his mouth, his hands left their perch on my shoulders and grasped onto my hips. He anchored me to the massage bed, held me down, and began to fuck me in earnest. 

The sound of skin slapping was the only thing heard in the room. It was obscene; I could hardly breathe.

“Touch yourself.” Camden’s voice was like dousing my flame with kerosene. With my eyes set on his, I grabbed my breasts and squeezed them. My nipples pebbled,
elongating into stiff peaks. He licked his lips while I pulled on them. His hips punished my teasing with hard strokes.

Crazed. Delirious. My hunger for him only grew.

I released one of my breasts, brought my fingers up to his lips, and pushed them in. Camden sucked and swirled his tongue around them before I pulled them out. Wet and glistening, I brought them down across my stomach and over my clit. It was his spit and my juices combined that I used to get me off.

The crazed snarl that passed through his swollen lips made me gush. Drenched us both.

“Shit!” I screeched as he pulled my legs up and over his elbows, spreading me wider.  He looked down at me with a smirk on his face, challenging me to complain.

“Too much?” Camden taunted—cocky son of a bitch that he is
—
slamming into me as my mouth opened to answer. I choked on my reply and rubbed my clit harder. There was no denying that I was almost there, all needed was a little more.

“Motherfuck
,” I gasped. He’d pulled out and pushed my hand aside with his cock. Swollen and red, the tip rubbed me harshly as the rest of him slid through my bare lips. My body shook and thrashed on the tiny bed while he brought me over the edge. “Come on me, baby. Please, come on me.”

“Jesus, fuck,” Camden roared as the first stream of come left him. It landed on my lower abdomen. He wasn’t happy about that and stood over me. Cock in hand; he tugged harshly until all he had to give covered my abused pussy. “How is it that
—” He took in a ragged breath. “That I just came, and I want to fuck you again. Now.”

A tiny giggle escaped me. “Next time, I want to be on top.”

“Agreed.” He leaned over, not giving a fuck that our combined juices still covered me, and nipped my lower lip. “Let’s get cleaned up and out of here.”

“What about work?”

“You were my last appointment of the day.” My smile widened at his words. “I thought it’d be nice if we went back to my place and made dinner…maybe even watch a movie.”

“This sounds a lot like a date, Camden.” He had to have heard the hope in my voice. Maybe this was his way of saying he also wanted more.

“It does,” was his reply before walking over to the small table beside the bed and grabbing a towel. Camden was gentle while cleaning me. Reverent. The entire act was worth more to me than everything we’d done so far.

After he’d cleaned us up, we both
got dressed and headed out the door. Not hand in hand, but close enough that I felt the heat of his body on my back. He was only a step behind me, hardly any separation between our sated bodies as we walked into the main reception area.

We were a few feet away from the door when Hunter walked in, a scowl
on his face as he took in our nearness. He made a move to come closer and then stopped, his eyes trained on Camden. “I’m not giving up on her, asshole. She was once mine and will be again.”

Hunter’s statement only caused the man behind me to let out a deep and loud laugh. The operative word in the garbage you just spewed was
‘once.’
Past tense, motherfucker. Now,” Camden said, pulling my back against his hard chest, “she belongs to me. Fuck with mine again and—”

“And what?” Hunter pushed, chest puffed out in a total show of his masculinity. In my opinion, he looked stupid. The entire conversation was ridiculous.

Camden chuckled before kissing the side of my neck. “Simple. I’ll tell her why you’re really back. What you told my family, so they’d hire your pathetic ass.”