32. Talia
thirty-two
Talia
I’m not usually an airplane sleeper, but after the emotional conversation with my mom and two back-to-back shifts at the hospital, I’m beat. I slept the entire two-and-a-half-hour flight to Portland. My neck hurts a little from leaning against the window, but I’m wide awake.
During my last shift, I made a promise to myself to forget everything that happened and just have fun this weekend.
I’m really excited to meet the entire Miller family. Cam talks about everyone so much; I feel like I know them all already. I’m still worried they won’t be supportive, but Cam has done his best to reassure me that’s not the case.
I am near the passenger pickup area at the curb, and as if my body knows he’s close, my heart does that little flip thing inside my chest. It’s been a week since I last saw him, between home and away games, but we are making it work.
The night after my mom flipped out, he came to me with a printed copy of the Evaders’ game schedule so we could coordinate our calendars. He was adamant that we figure out a way to be together when he’s not traveling and that doesn’t interfere with my work schedule.
He is by far the most considerate man I have ever met. He doesn’t make me feel guilty when our schedules don’t align. Instead, he promises me extra dirty phone calls and sends lunch to the hospital while I’m on shift.
Like my aunt, Rose, he’s been encouraging me to talk to my mom. He doesn’t want to come between me and my mom and brother. I’m not going to tell him I already talked to her because I don’t want to wreck our weekend. I wish my mom could see and hear the things Cam tells me; she’d understand how truly amazing he is and how wonderfully he treats me.
How much I love him, and he loves me.
I push that thought away and make my way through the nearly empty airport towards the passenger pickup line with my borrowed roller suitcase. Not only did my friend, Goldie—another nurse in my program whom I’ve become fast friends with—switch shifts with me, but she lent me a carry-on bag for the weekend.
I enjoy having a friend who works in the same field as me. She was there for me when I lost Emma and understands the grieving process us nurses go through when we get attached to patients and lose them. When our shifts overlap, we chat and grab lunch together. I probably have Cam to thank for my new friend. I offered her food when Cam sent way too much sushi a while back.
Goldie practically swooned out of her chair when I told her my boyfriend sent me lunch. I told her about Cam—not everything, but she knows enough and helps when she can with shift changes. I probably owe her more than lunch for all her help. I’m home enough not to arouse my mother’s suspicion and see my man.
Although, after today’s talk with her, she’s not completely oblivious to my feelings and the possibility that I am still with Cam. At this point, I don’t care. Cam and I are going to have to come out sooner or later.
I hate being away from him. I thought I would worry more about him meeting other women on the road, but I don’t. After most games, Cam rushes to his hotel to talk to me before my brother returns to their shared room. We stay up talking on nights when I’m free, and others, we spend having mind-blowing phone sex.
When he’s home, I stay at his place, where we spend the entire night wrapped around each other. Our chemistry is off the charts in and out of bed. If we aren’t talking and laughing together, we are rounding the bases and sliding home every chance we get.
Cameron—and his enormous dick—have put me under his spell. I can’t keep my hands, my mouth, or my pussy off of him.
There are way more than thirty-one flavors to sample with Cam, and I can’t wait to try them all. I can’t get enough of his brand of raw masculinity and sexual prowess. The way he roughly claims my body every time we come together and tenderly holds me afterwards is a dream come true. I didn’t know sex could be so exciting and passionate at the same time.
Damn. I’m getting horny just thinking about him.
As if conjured from thin air, a black Tesla rolls up and the windows slide down. Behind the wheel, looking hotter than sin, is my man. “Hey, baby. Can I give you a lift back to my place?”
My jokester. I love this playful side of Cam. He brings it out in me too, and not always being so serious is refreshing.
“Can’t. I’m waiting for my boyfriend. You better get moving. He doesn’t like strange men hitting on me,” I tease, playing along.
Cam grins at me and shoots me with a cheeky wink. My panties are useless as my pussy floods with desire.
“He sounds like a smart man.”
I nod, biting my finger, leaning into the steamy scene with him. “He is. Sexy too.”
“Is there a way I can sway you to dump that chump and come home with me instead?”
I walk closer to the car, with an extra sway in my hips. “Not sure. I’ve been told I’m a handful. Think you can take better care of me than he can?” When I’m close enough, I grip the window and bend over, giving Cam a clear view of my cleavage. “Because he has a gigantic cock that I’m quite fond of, and he really knows how to use it.” I glance down at Cam’s crotch and lick my lips.
He growls, gripping his cock over his jeans. “Game over. Get in the fucking car, Talia.”
I stifle my laugh. He’s so easy sometimes. “Babe, what about my suitcase?”
“Christ, I can’t.” Cam rests his head against the headrest and squeezes his eyes shut, mumbling an incoherent stream of curses under his breath. When he opens his eyes, his features have softened around the edge, but he still looks wild and hungry with lust.
It’s a face I’m all too familiar with. The face that lets me know I’m about to have a lot of fun.
I can barely contain my laughter as he adjusts his dick in his pants and throws open the driver’s side door. He stomps around the car like an angry beast ready to strike. Still a gentleman, he opens my door and waits for me to slide inside before slamming it shut, grabbing my bag, and placing it in the trunk.
I don’t say a word as I buckle my seatbelt and let Cam navigate the car out of the airport traffic and onto the highway. I kind of regret messing with him because, now, I haven’t been able to hug him. His body vibrates with restrained energy while he whips through traffic, so maybe it’s best we haven’t touched each other yet.
When we pull up to a little white house with green shutters in the cutest little neighborhood, I’m surprised. “Where are we?”
“This is my sister-in-law Emery’s place.”
“We’re staying with your brother?”
What? He didn’t tell me we were staying with his family. My palms sweat. Why am I nervous?
“No. He and his wife don’t live here anymore. Mason bought and remodeled a house a few blocks from Jace’s place. They moved there a while ago. Emery hasn’t decided what she wants to do with this place yet, so I stay here. I’m thinking of buying it from her, then she can stop worrying about it and I can have a permanent place to stay when I visit.”
“That’s sweet of you.”
“Not really. It’s purely for selfish reasons.”
“What selfish reason can you have?”
“Hold that thought.” Cameron opens his door and glares at me. “And don’t move.”
In seconds, he’s at my door, pulling it open. Before I move, he’s burying his shoulder in my stomach and throwing me over his shoulder like he’s a damn firefighter coming to the rescue.
“Cam, put me down, you crazy man.” My shout echoes in the quiet neighborhood, as does the resounding slap to my ass.
“Never gonna happen.” He rubs the sting from my ass cheek, groping it in his palm. “Now, pipe down. Children are sleeping.”
“Oh my god.”
He’s so ridiculous sometimes, but I wouldn’t want him any other way. I’ve never laughed with someone like I do with Cam. The guys I had situationships with before were all serious, studious types. He keeps things interesting with his witty, albeit often dirty jokes, and the passion he brings to our relationship in and out of the bedroom.
“Hmm.” The husky growl that resonates in his chest reverberates throughout my entire body, making me slick and needy. “Words I love to hear when I’m buried deep inside you and your pussy is milking my cock.”
“Cam,” I moan. His jostling has my body alight with prickles. I can’t help rubbing the apex of my thighs against his shoulder, trying to ease the ache between them.
“I can smell how wet you are for me, itty bitty.”
Holy hell, his dirty mouth gets me every time.
Cam opens the door with his thumb, and I’m in awe of his strength as he places me on my feet in the cute open-concept living room/kitchen, cups my face, and kisses me. His tongue licks the seam of my lips, parting them so he can take the kiss deeper. The taste of him on my lips has me mewing and tugging at his shirt.
We break away panting. I miss his mouth already.
“Strip,” Cam grunts.
Stepping back, I slide my sweater over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I look up at my lusty beast and smirk. I let my eyes linger on the prominent hard-on he’s not bothering to conceal. For the first time since he picked me up, I check him out. Dressed simply in jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers, he still looks yummy.
My big, burly teddy bear.
“Did you miss me, big guy?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe. I only have thirty-two hours with you, and I sure as fuck do not want to waste a single one.”
“Well, then we better get a move on.” I kick off my shoes and undress as quickly as I can, which isn’t hard. For the plane up here, I opted for my favorite pair of black, high-waisted yoga pants, a crop shirt, and a knit sweater.
Cam follows my lead and kicks off his shoes. He doesn’t waste time removing all the articles of his clothing. Shirt, pants, boxers. Naked.
My eyes eat up every glorious inch of his body. He’s all tan skin and hard muscles. His cock stands proudly, pointing at me. I just want to lick him.
I drop to my knees and crawl toward him.
“Fuck, Talia. Knock it off.” His jaw tics, and his hands fist at his sides. He’s a raging ball of desire waiting to explode.
I run my hands up the backs of his legs and repeat the words he said to me earlier. “Never gonna happen.”
“You’re a fucking queen, baby. I should be on my knees for you.”
I shake my head. “If I’m the queen, then it’s my right to be on my knees for my king.” Gripping the base of his cock, I lick a line up his shaft, enjoying the feel of every rigid vein on my tongue.
Cam grunts, his hips bucking .
I place his mushroom tip on my lips and look up at him. “Does my king need his crown to be polished?”
Cam throws his head back with a laugh, and his dick pulses. I take him into my mouth and to the back of my throat. His whiskey, warm laughter turns to husky grunts of pleasure.
“So good. I’m obsessed with this mouth.” He cups my chin and places his thumb at the corner of my lips, feeling his cock slide in and out of my mouth. His chest rises and falls quicker as he fights the losing battle against closing his eyes. “Look at me, Talia. Watch my face as I come down your throat.”
At his command, I keep my eyes glued to his heavy-lidded hazel gaze as I suck and lick him until he’s digging his fingers into my hair, gripping the strands tight, and fucking my face the way he likes.
The salty taste of his cum coats my tongue as he comes down my throat with an inhuman howl. I hold my breath, drinking him down. He watches me as I swallow as much of him as I can before pulling his cock from my mouth. His cum dribbles down my chin and his eyes glaze over, pupils dilated wide.
With the back of my hand, I wipe away the mess and sit back on my heels.
“So fucking pretty,” Cam croons. “My turn.” He points to the back of the couch and says, “Bend over.”
I do as he commands.
“Good girl. Now, grip the back and spread your legs wide for me.”
Once again, I do as he asks. Seconds pass, and I wait. Cam likes to build anticipation. I squirm, waiting for him.
“That’s it, baby. Now, relax. Breathe.”
I inhale deeply and lean into the soft fabric of the sofa, letting it rub my sensitive nipples. I chance a quick glance over my shoulder and watch as my big man falls to his knees and crawls to me until my ass is in his face.
“I need you,” I whine and wiggle my butt .
A devilish smile curls his lips. “I know.”
He slides a meaty hand down my spine and through the crack of my ass and pussy. “Oh, god. Cam. Yes,” I hiss.
Cam swipes his tongue through me from clit to ass before spearing my entrance. I’m moaning and grinding back against his face in no time. His mouth brings me to ecstasy faster than lightning.
Every. Single. Time.
“Don’t come yet. Hold it. Let it build.” His mumbled words vibrate against my sensitive flesh.
My insides quicken, tightening like coils ready to split apart as my orgasm builds to new heights. The pressure of his fingers entering me from behind has me nearing the edge of the cliff. Cam spreads me open, scissoring his fingers and warming me up.
He was right. Trying to take him without proper attention is too intense, though I love the pain his cock causes me in the moment.
“Not yet, itty bitty.”
His fingers massage my G-spot, and my mind drifts to straddling his lap and sliding down on his cock while he sleeps. Taking him as deep inside me as possible. No warning. All pleasure and pain mixed into one delicious cocktail. The sting it leaves behind.
Cam’s not even inside me, and I’m drunk on his dick. His perfect, fat cock that splits me in two and hits all the right spots.
My pussy clenches, and I come. Hard.
My vision blacks out, and my body convulses around his thick digits. A wave of arousal drips down my thighs.
When I finish coming, Cam pulls his fingers from deep inside me. He grips my hair and stands up, pulling my head back and exposing my throat. “What were you thinking about, Talia?”
I bite my lips and close my eyes.
Cam notches his cockhead at my entrance. “Tell me.”
I shake my head, a little embarrassed at my newfound kink.
“You just made yourself come when I wasn’t ready for you to. Tell me what you were thinking about.” Cam kicks my legs open, bends his knees, and sinks his tip inside me. He pauses, waiting for me to answer.
I try to move back on his dick, but he stops me, gripping my hip.
“Ugh, fine.”
Using my hair, my stubborn baseball god turns my head and stares down at me. His face is a mask, but I can see the beast lurking below the surface, ready to claim me and my body as his. With the way he’s looking at me, he might give me what I want.
What I desperately crave.
“I thought about how much I enjoy riding your enormous cock without a warmup. I like when it hurts and I can feel you between my legs long after you’re gone.”
Cam pulls out and flips me around. He grips me under my thighs, lifts me up, and carries me over to the wall. I lock my ankles behind his back and grip his shoulders tight as pushes me flat against the hard surface.
“Before we fuck like absolute animals, I need you to know I love you.” He swivels his hips, and his tip finds my entrance. “I love you so fucking much, Tals. I can’t possibly bear to live without you.”
Tears well in my eyes. “I love you too, Cam. So much.”
He covers my mouth with his in a tender kiss. His tongue massages mine is a sensual dance that has me wound up and needy. I swirl my hips, covering his cock in my juices.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
Realization dawns on me. He’s offering me a sliver of the fantasy I just mentioned to him.
“Are you?” I dig my heels into his firm glutes and rise.
“Me and my cock are always ready for you and your tight pussy. Take what you want, Talia. Ride me the way you want to. Make it hurt so good.”
I fall down Cam’s thick shaft, impaling myself on him to the hilt. My pussy graciously accepts the pinch of pain as he fills me so completely. I clench around his length with a moan.
“Does my good little slut need me to fuck her pussy hard? ”
“Yes. Do it. Ruin me.”
“Baby, I ruined your cunt the first time I kissed her. She only weeps for me—my tongue, my fingers, and my cock. I’m going to keep ruining your pretty pussy until the day I die,” Cam grunts, pulling out and slamming back in. Over and over.
My head hits the wall as he fucks me hard, spreading me open with his hands. It’s everything I imagined it would be. Rough, erotic, and all-consuming.
Cam has me screaming his name and coming two more times before my head hits the pillow and I pass out, with a smile on my face and my body wrapped around his.