The Way Back To Me (Back To Me #1)

  He shakes his head. "No. It's going to end with me slipping inside your tight little body, making you come over and over until you can't take anymore."

  "Oh boy."

  He smirks a bit. "Then, when you beg me to stop, telling me you can't take anymore, I'm going to fuck you hard and fast, making you come one last time, and that'll be with me."

  I let out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding.

  "Is that what you want?"

  Is it? Do I want this? Just five minutes ago I was sure I did—but he laid his cards on the table, showing me his hand. I won't bluff—that leads to regrets and I won't do that with him again, not after how far we've come. Do I fold or up the ante? Folding just isn't in the cards right now… I think I'll raise the stakes.

  I reach up and pull his head down, his mouth on mine, and I don't hesitate as I slip my tongue inside his mouth, the minty taste mixed with all that is Cameron is a heady combination.

  His lifts his mouth from mine, his gaze boring into mine.

  "Thank fuck."

  I laugh. Such a way with words.

  "Be sure, Kitten," he says, giving me one last out.

  I sit up, getting on my knees, and I hear him let out a shuddering breath of disappointment. Oh Cameron, Cameron. Ye of little faith.

  I grab the hem of my top and lift it over my head. His breath catches and I know I've surprised him. It's my turn to smirk. I stand up on the bed and pull my sleep shorts and panties off, baring myself to Cameron Stone—the boy who bullied me and the man who saved me.

  "Christ, you're beautiful," he says softly, almost reverently, as his gaze roams my body, the intensity like a caress.

  "Look who's talking. All it took was you stretching…" I trail off. Having never talked blatantly sexual before, I'm uneasy, a little embarrassed, but then I remember it's Cam. He knows me.

  He grins. "Thanks for the tip. I'll use that move every chance I get." He barely gets the last word out when he reaches for me, pulling me onto his lap to straddle him.

  I close my eyes for a moment. I'm bared to him, exposed, and I tuck down the insecurity.

  "Open those pretty eyes, Kitten, and then tell me what made you close them to hide from me."

  I sigh. Of course he knows what I'm doing. I open my eyes and look into his.

  "Do I have to?"

  He just nods.

  I sigh again. "All right. You know I've only been with Danny, right?"

  He nods again. "I do."

  I look away but he isn't having it. He grips my chin and turns my head to face him.

  "I'm right here, Liv. Tell me. You know there's nothing you can't tell me."

  And when did that happen? That complete trust I have in him? Maybe it was when he showed me how sorry he was for being an asshole after giving me the best orgasm of my life. Maybe it was when shared the stuff about his mom. Or maybe it was when he let it slip he'd been the one to save me from myself. Whenever it was doesn't matter. All that matters is it's true. I trust him implicitly.

  "I'm just me, Cam. I'm too skinny, pale, and do not have a model perfect body."

  "You're perfect."

  I roll my eyes. "I am so not."

  "You don't see what I see."

  No, I guess I don't. His eyes adore me as he looks his fill.

  "That's not all."

  "Go on," he tells me, his hand lifting to my nape, gathering my hair in his fist.

  "I've only ever been with Danny, Cam."

  "You already said that," he replies, his lips skimming along the side of my neck.

  "Cam," I half moan-half protest.

  "Mmm," he growls, the sound sending a shiver through me.

  "What if—" my breath hitches as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth.

  "What if?" he prompts.

  What was I saying? Oh.

  "What if I'm not good at this… with you." His head lifts and he looks at me. "What if I don't please you," I blurt out.

  "I can promise you, that won't be a problem, Liv. Every time you touch me, you please me. Every time you kiss me, you please me even more. Now, stop worrying and feel."

  He circles his tongue around the shell of my ear leaving a trail of wetness in its wake—not just on my ear. Oh boy, he knows what he's doing.

  My hands go on a journey of his body, starting at his forearms and moving up his arms, gently squeezing his biceps. He's so strong and hard and masculine. It steals my breath as do his fingers when they circle my nipple. Then his hand is covering my breast, kneading it gently. My nails dig in a bit before I force myself to relax, leaning forward to kiss along the side of his neck.

  He lets out a groan and I gently bite before licking it.

  "Fuck," he curses and I take that as a good sign.

  He leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, adding a bit of pressure before easing up and flicking his tongue against the tip.

  "Oh God," I moan, unable to concentrate on pleasing him when he's doing things like that to me.

  He kisses up my body to my neck as he slides his hand down over my belly to settle between my thighs. I anticipate his touch, but it doesn't come.

  "Cameron," I chide.

  "Say the words, Kitten. There'll be no regrets and no guilt. There's only room in this bed for me and you."

  "Please, Cam, I want you to touch me." I stop and meet his gaze, his searching mine, and I give him a soft smile. "I need you, Cameron."

  He let's out a breath and it's like the words flipped a switch. He pulls me close, his mouth slamming down on mine, his tongue dueling with mine with such passion it gets me wetter, wet enough I can feel the chill of the air in the room.

  "Look at me," he instructs, and I do. I look into his eyes as he slides a finger down the curls covering my pussy, and when it ever so slightly bumps against my clit my body jerks. "Easy, Kitten. I'll give you what you need."

  I moan loud when that finger dips inside me, pushing in, pulling out, then pushing in farther. "Cam," I whisper, already on edge. It's embarrassing that he can get me to the edge this quickly so I hide my shame by dropping my forehead onto his shoulder. He doesn't stop it, just keeps moving his finger in and out of me, and when he adds a second, my breath hitches.

  I need something… I need something more. I need him to rub my clit so I can come—my body shaking with need. He drops his head to kiss along my shoulder and neck, then he does something with his fingers, I don't know what it is but…

  "Holy fuck," I cry out and he chuckles. When he does it again, my nails sink into his shoulders and he lets out a grunt of approval.

  "Move with me, Kitten. Show me what you want," he coaxes.

  With my forehead still resting on his shoulder, I begin to lift and lower myself onto his fingers, but it's still not enough…

  "Cam," I moan and he bites my shoulder. Shit. I had no idea that would be so sexy.

  "Show me," he prompts, grabbing one of my hands with his free one and bringing it down between us.

  My head comes up quickly, my surprise evident. He doesn't smile. He doesn't joke. His gaze never wavers. He really wants me to show him how to please me. I swallow back my apprehension and use both hands to guide his large one that's between my thighs, bending his wrist just enough that his hand brushes against my clit.

  I moan loud again, shocking myself. I've never been a moaner. With Danny it was soft sighs and sweet words, but with Cam… it's passion, and pleasure, and his touch steals every thought from my mind.

  "Like that," I whisper as he rubs against my clit each time he moves his finger in and out of me.

  "Liv… Jesus," he murmurs when I start to ride his hand, lifting mine to hold onto his shoulders.

  "Please kiss me," I beg.

  He does as I ask, his tongue moving in tandem with his fingers, and when I moan again, he moves his hand, his thumb reaching up to stroke my clit.

  I break the kiss, my head falling back, as I let myself go, allowing Cam to pleasure me, showing him how I like it.

 
"You're so fucking hot, god damn," he growls, his thumb circling my clit now, faster and harder. I know I'm close.

  "So hot and wet. Are you ready to come?" he asks.

  "Yes, please, Cam," I beg.

  "Please what?" he asks, wanting the words.

  "Please, Cam…," I look at him, forcing every ounce of insecurity and bashfulness aside and tell him what I need. "Please make me come. I need you to. Please."

  His nostrils flare and he increases the pressure on my clit, his fingers fucking me harder, and when I grind against them, they go even deeper.

  "You're going to come for me now," he says, his breathing ragged. His fingers curl inside me, hitting my sweet spot, and I shatter into pieces, each one flying outward as the pleasure overwhelms me, stealing my breath, curling my toes. I bite my lip to stop the scream of his name, and then the pleasure begins to ease, the pieces of me sliding back into place, Cam making sure each one fits perfectly.

  "Cam. Please, I want you inside me. I want to feel you there," I tell him and he groans.

  "What I said before about me waiting to come as I pleasured you over and over until you begged me to stop?" he begins.

  I nod, and reach for the waistband of his shorts. He helps me ease them down his legs before grabbing his bag. He searches for a minute and he curses impatiently. Finally he finds what he's looking for and tosses the bag aside, tearing a condom from the strip he sets on the nightstand. I count them. Six, plus that one. Seven. Could he really go seven times? I imagine he's got some pretty great stamina, but seven times?

  I'm hopeful he can because I want to be blissfully sore from him taking me over and over and over again, hard, soft, top, bottom, I don't care so long as he's fucking me.

  "Hurry," I urge and he chuckles. "This is no laughing matter, Cameron Stone. I'm sitting here naked, wet and so hot for you I'm burning up, needing you inside me, fucking me hard."

  His brows lift as he rolls on the condom.

  "Do you have a problem with that?"

  CHAPTER 14

  "I am constantly surprised by the longing for you that never quiets."

  - Tyler Knott Greyson

  Cameron

  Is she kidding?

  "Do I have a problem with my girl wanting me inside her, fucking her, making her scream out my name, so much that she actually tells me to fuck her? Hell no, I don't," I tell her, lifting her and rolling her under me. "But I'm going to fuck you my way."

  She opens her pouty mouth to protest but I cut her off.

  "But… I will make you come again before I do all the things to you I've only dreamed about," I whisper, positioning my cock at her opening.

  "Yes, do that," she eagerly agrees, her hips lifting, trying to get me inside.

  "Easy, Liv. I don't know what your sex life was like with Danny but I do know from the way you have trouble taking two fingers that you're tight—really tight—and I don't want to hurt you."

  She meets my gaze, recognition dawning. "You render me stupid when you touch me."

  I laugh, loving the honest and open Liv who's come out to play. "Then I'm doing it right," I tell her, pushing inside her slowly, so damn slow when all I want is to slam into her, burying myself balls deep inside her hot pussy—and holy fuck is she hot… and wet.

  I work in and out and it feels so good—too good.

  "Liv. I'm changing up the plan," I moan out when she lifts her hips again, taking me deeper. "I'm going to make you come and I'm going to come with you."

  "Then you'll do all the nasty things to me you want to?" she asks, hope lighting her features and voice.

  "Damn straight. You just feel too good and it's been a while," I confess and she startles.

  "What?" she asks.

  "It's been a while," I growl as I finally, finally sink fully inside her and I circle my hips, drawing a moan out of her.

  "Ho-how long's a while?"

  "I'm going to fuck the hell out of you in about two seconds, Liv. You want to know, then I'll tell you. The last time I fucked someone was the day you walked through that front door."

  She doesn't respond, I don't let her. I pull out and slam into her, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, and when she wraps her legs around my waist, meeting my thrusts, I go impossibly deeper. Her pussy tight and velvety, hot and so fucking sweet. She's close, I can feel her walls clenching and she's getting wetter and wetter with each pump into her.

  I take a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, then biting the tip. Her eyes glaze over and I grin. My kitten likes it rough. I bite it again, and suck it softly. She wants to come, I can feel it, I can see it, but not yet. Not until I see—that. That look right there, as she gives herself to me, wanting me to pleasure her, desperate for it, and I'm not going to deny her.

  I shift my hips, changing the angle a bit and she's coming. She's so fucking beautiful when she's lost in her pleasure. Her face flushed, her mouth open as she pants and moans out my name—My. Name. Fuck yeah, my name.

  "Oh God, Cam, yes!" she cries and I'm done. At the first squeeze of her pussy around me, I thrust hard and fast, coming so hard I see splashes of color. The intensity of the pleasure almost carnal. I growl with each pulse of cum, my face buried in her neck, my hands holding her ass, my hips pistoning as I bury my cock as deep inside her as I can, her hips moving, drawing out my orgasm, stealing a little more of my soul as I give her everything I've got.

  God damn it. I'm in love with her.

  If I thought I was fucked before, I'm royally fucked now.

  I collapse on top of her, her legs loosening to curl around my thighs, her breath hot and fast on my neck.

  "Liv?" I ask against her neck.

  "Hmm?" she purrs and I grin. I can't help it. I'm a dude. Pride and all that shit.

  "We need to talk."

  She goes rigid beneath me as soon as I say the words. I ease back, slowly pulling my half-hard cock out of her, then removing and tying off the condom before tossing it in the trash.

  When I turn back around, her walls are up. Who can blame her? I just fucked the hell out of her and I was still inside her when gave her the words of death—but they're really not.

  I sit back against the headboard, pulling her resistant body into my embrace, reaching for another condom and rolling it on my cock.

  She wants to let her temper loose on me, but she's fighting hard not to. I lift her and she protests. I pull her down onto my cock and she moans in spite of herself.

  "Now that I have your attention," I begin, earning a glare. "This, what we've got here, it's not a fling to me. I know you probably think it is, that I'm fucking you for the sake of getting laid and that I'll move on to the next chick within a week or two…"

  Her brows go up. I guess I hit the nail on the head.

  "But that's not going to happen."

  Her brows go back down.

  "You see, Kitten," I begin, putting my hands on her hips, lifting her, then lowering her again, repeating that again and again, a few more times before I have enough control of my body that I can concentrate on speaking. "You see, Kitten, I gotta tell you the truth. I didn't think I liked you but that was a lie."

  "What?"

  "Yeah, looking back, I can see how I liked you and how my behavior of bullying you resembled a grade school boy pulling a girl's pig tails on the playground—only I did it with words. I know those words cut you deep, more than once. I know it because your eyes gave you away. While you stood completely still and expressionless, your eyes told me when something I said was too much and I made a mental note to never say anything like that again," I confess.

  She's still confused, her brow furrowed, as she tries to figure out what I'm telling her.

  "Jesus, Liv, your so damn tight I can hardly concentrate," I groan, as she lifts and lowers herself on my all-too-ready cock.

  "I'd apologize, but that'd be a lie," she teases.

  I pull her down hard, slamming her pussy against my pelvis, and then I lift my hips, holding hers still, grinding my cock u
p into her, her clit against me again and again, circling my hips, pumping shallowly into her, not stopping until she's panting, moaning, and then calling out my name.

  The sweetest sound in the world right there—my name on her lips as she cries out in pleasure.

  "Cam, oh shit. Yes, oh, yes!"

  She comes and comes, her pussy clamping down on me, her wetness sliding down over my balls. Fuck yeah. I love that I can do that to her.

  I ease up when her body goes limp, giving her a few minutes to recover as I continue slowly lifting and lowering my hips, pumping my dick into her, keeping her primed but not uncomfortable.

  "I think I liked you back then."

  "When you were mean to me?"

  I nod.

  She doesn't try to hide her surprise. I can all-but see the wheels turning in her head as she works it out. "I'll never understand boys."

  "Liv?"

  "Yeah?"

  "I want to be exclusive. Just the thought of someone else thinking of fucking you, pisses me off," I admit.

  "I can tell. Your," she moans, "cock twitched inside me a couple times."

  "Damn, I like when you talk dirty. Say fuck."

  I thrust upward deep into her and she moans out, "Fuck."

  "Yeah, just like that. Can I ask you something about you and Danny?"

  "Really? While you're fucking me?"

  I shrug. "Does it matter?"

  "I think it does," she answers honestly.

  "Okay. I'll wait until I'm done making you come all over my cock," I tell her, then flip her beneath me and fuck her the way I told her I would.

  ***

  Olivia lies there, panting, sweating, flushed—thoroughly fucked.

  "You're looking rather pleased with yourself," she tells me.

  I nod, trying to catch my breath. "I am. I'm proud, damn proud."

  She smirks. "I'll admit that was pretty impressive. I didn't think I had that in me."

  I roll my head to look over at her. "You had me in you. That's all you need. You're a wildcat in the sack." I'm sure I've got claw marks up and down my back, on my shoulders and chest, even on my ass and thighs. Fuck yeah.

  Liv shrugs. "I take pride in those marks and you should too. Those marks tell so many tales."