“Please, Cammie. If you won’t let me fuck you, at least, let me taste you. I fucking miss your taste.”
I set the sweatpants on the bed and went to the duffle bag.
“More toys?” he asked.
I found a blindfold and gave it to him. “Put it on.”
He felt the fabric in his hands. “But I wanna see the pink of your—”
“It’s the only way I’m gonna let you near me.” My voice went louder than I intended. Rougher.
He pursed his lips and silently put the blindfold across his eyes.
I knew I hurt him, not in a good way. I could see it in his eyes even when they were hidden. The brick wall that had been going higher around my heart since I woke up shielded me from the monstrous guilt. Of what I was doing to Dusty. Of what I did to Rush. Of what happened to Ashley.
I couldn’t feel any of it now. I couldn’t fall apart now. That wall was the only thing holding me up. That dark nothing felt good and right and perfect for what I’d planned to do with the rest of my life.
Posing under him, I took a deep breath and ushered his head between my legs. He nipped at my inner thigh before I even spread my legs. I reached to grip the headboard with both my hands, immediately reminded of the damn cast. I shifted my attention down on where his mouth was mere inches from my heated flesh.
“Oh,” I sighed when his tongue swept over my clit.
Smiling against me as if I didn’t hurt him a minute ago, he twisted his lips until he could suck more of me into his mouth. “So fucking sweet,” he praised as his tongue slipped lower, lapping up my core.
I pulled his head closer, tightening my thighs around it. He knew I was about to choke him with this move, so he took a deep breath and dove in.
The licking, sucking, and tongue fucking went on relentlessly. He worked hard without stopping, devouring me for what seemed to be days.
“Oh fuck,” I panted.
He pushed his head up, but then he plunged back down, as if he remembered he was blindfolded and couldn’t see me. The wash of his warm breath over my sensitive clit drove me wild. I dug my fingers in his hair, yanking at the back.
He groaned and placed his palms under my ass, sucking, lapping, and swiping that talented tongue over my center, knowing exactly what it took to get me off. My pussy quivered against his mouth as loud, successive moans seeped out of my chest.
“Fuck. Yeah, baby. That’s it.” He licked me dry as I climaxed, squeezing my ass.
My thighs shook as I eased them off his head. This gorgeous man knew how to eat a girl, leave her boneless yet hungry for more.
CHAPTER 30
Dusty
I took off the blindfold, licking the rest of her taste that lingered on my lips. The second Cameron looked into my eyes, she tensed and climbed off the bed. She didn’t give me one considerate glance over her shoulder as she picked some new clothes and underwear. She didn’t untie my ankles. She didn’t offer to let me shower with her. Nothing.
She disappeared into the bathroom. Then, to add to all that shit, she locked the fucking door. The echo of the lock thudded in my chest and took what seemed to be forever to die down. I fumed, running murderous scenarios over and over in my head as I freed my legs, my fucking erection not cooling down.
I jerked off real quick so I could focus on other things than her pussy, strategize how things were going to play out when she came back into the room.
My sweet Cammie wasn’t the kind of girl to use sex to get what she wanted and then leave like that. She wasn’t the kind to treat me like a fucking fuck toy either. Even in our play. She got rough but never uncaring.
The new Cameron however…
She had this ‘I care about shit and feel no shit’ act that I couldn’t bring myself to believe. Was that really who she’d become?
No. My sweet Cammie was still in there somehow. I could feel it.
Something was up with my girl, though. Not just the way she was dealing with what happened to her. Her diabolical mind was planning something, and I needed to get to the bottom of it.
It didn’t mean I wasn’t angry as fuck. I grabbed the t-shirt she was wearing to clean myself, but her smell that lingered in it tampered with my head. In a split-second, I turned from a raging bull to a romantic motherfucker hugging the fabric with closed eyes, filling my nostrils with her fucking smell.