Page 6 of Playing for Keeps
She unlocked her door, opening it before she turned to face me. “She’s always been the one to get the attention. Beautiful, outgoing. Not the awkward one.”
I remained silent, confused by her words. Did she not see what I did? From the moment I first looked into her eyes, I had been pulled to her, a strange fact for me. With a slow advance toward her, she took a step back into the open space, and the silence filled between us. What was left was electricity, a pull that brought my arms up, my hands resting over the top of her car as I looked deeply into her eyes, those mesmerizing hues.
“You’re beautiful, stunning, and should never think anything less.” Our gazes locked. “Never.” We remained in that position for what felt like minutes before I stepped back, bringing a gap between us.
“Cameron, I…” I stood and waited for her to say what she wanted, hell, perhaps even tell me I was being a chump for speaking like that to someone I had just met, but her wordsseemed still. Lowering my head, my gaze to the grassy ground, I readied myself to wish her a good night, when suddenly I felt her hands on the side of my neck.
My gaze lifted to hers as our lips connected in a hard, passionate kiss. I hadn’t prepared for this, and my body was taking over all rational thoughts. My hands gripped her hips, walking her back into the open door. Her fingers glided up the back of my head, our kiss deepening as I pulled her into my body. I could have taken her there, unwilling to be the first to pull back, feeling saddened when she did.
Breathless, our eyes connected, her lips pulled into a soft smile. “Thank you.” She spoke.
I grinned, my hands secured on her hips. “My pleasure.” I felt her fingers brushing along the back of my neck as we remained in one another’s embrace. “Think it’s time you tell me your last name?”
“For tonight, no last names.” She answered. “But…”
“But?” I asked.
She leaned forward, her lips at my ear, and she whispered. “You can take me home.” My lips curled into a sideways grin with her words.
CHAPTER 7
HANNAH
Ihad never done anything like this before, yet I couldn’t stop or even slow down. Had I fallen for the cheesy line that he’d given many other women? The ‘you’re so beautiful’ flattering that for sure had made more panties drop for him than I could even fathom. I didn’t take Cameron for a player, yet how the hell would I know? I’d had such a limited number of men in my life, and each one was worse than the last. From one-night stands to those who wanted access to free games or box seat tickets for their friends. The one long-term relationship I had, uh, what a waste of time. Though they all were handsome, in their way, none were as dreamy as Cameron.
The drive back to my house was spent in a tense silence, not that I had second thoughts, but frankly, I couldn’t get there fast enough. More times than none, I had thought of pulling over and just taking him in the backseat, my cravings for him were something I’d never felt. I managed to keep the illusion that nothing would happen with him throughout the night. We would talk, and that was it. But after his words, the kiss, and feeling his hold on me, the illusion was shattered. Each reason for resistance crumbled, and I found it harder with each passing mile to contain myself.
We pulled up in front of the house and shut off the car. My gaze shifted over to him. Was he still interested? That little bit of doubt quickly shoved out of my mind when he leaned over and placed his palm along the side of my neck and pulled me over to him. Our lips crashed together with such force that I gasped. He moved his lips hard against mine, forceful, dominating. I unclicked my seatbelt, followed by his, and climbed to his lap. My thighs secured along his. I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling his strong hands gripping my hips as he rolled them against him. It was Marty, whom I would usually worry about, who would put on a show for the neighbors, but not this time.
I felt the ache build between my already warm thighs. With a reluctant move back, we looked into one another’s eyes, breathless. “Inside.” It was the only word I could say. I didn’t think of if Marty had come home, brought her own man back to the house, none of it mattered. I just wanted him, even if it was for a single night; Cameron was what I craved. Nothing would keep me from him,
I hadn’t even made a step inside when he grabbed my wrist and spun me around to him, once more our lips connecting aggressively. I let out a soft groan as my feet left the floor, my legs instantly wrapping around him. He carried me across the threshold; the hard slam of the door was heard as though in the distance. My eyes closed as his lips left mine, with a kiss down the slope of my neck. He held me slightly higher than him, my hands cupped along his head. “To the left.” I managed to whisper through a slight moan.
It seemed like only a second passed before I felt the bounce of my mattress under me, followed instantly by the heaviness of his body covering me like a blanket. I allowed myself to escape the overthinking part of my brain and give up control to a man who knew what he was doing. The way his mouth moved along the slope of my neck, around and down to my collarbone, sentgoosebumps along my skin. His hands worked down my body as he lowered down, and a chill ran over my bare skin as my shirt lifted from my stomach. This was happening.
My eyes closed, feeling his lips press against my stomach, his hands sliding up my shirt with a grope of my breast. I bent my legs, opening them wider so that he could fit perfectly between them. I rested my palms over his shoulder, my breathing with a heaviness, as though I struggled to find a normal rhythm. His touch ignited a burning inside me, a craving I had heard about from Marty but never felt before. He rose back to his knees; his hands gripped my wrist. My eyes flew open with his sudden pull of my body, sitting me up straight before him.
I had no time to say a word; to gather my thoughts, his skilled hands pulled my shirt from my body and tossed it to the floor. My body had always been a sore spot for me, something I grew nervous about with the thought of someone seeing me naked, being a curvy woman, but with Cameron, I was far from nervous; I was excited. He slid from the bed and stood at the end; his stare locked on me as I remained in the center of the bed. He removed his shoes, his socks, and his belt, and paused before pulling his shirt from his torso.
I nearly squealed when I saw him shirtless. His skin held a tan, his abs were toned, that V carved perfectly along his hips. An ache formed between my thighs as he undid his pants and dropped them to the floor, standing before me without a word in just his boxer briefs. It took everything in me not to jump on him; my hands curved to a close against the blanket as I took in the sculpted God before me. He paused, as though he waited for me to tell him to stop, to change my mind, before he leaned forward and grabbed my ankles.
With a slow pull toward him, he removed my bottoms, reaching around me, unclipping my bra. The chill in my room hit my bare breast, causing my nipples to harden instantly.My heartbeat with a force I thought would cause it to explode from my chest, suddenly, that nervous feeling fell over me. He wrapped his fingers around the material of my panties, pausing with his gaze locked to mine as he pulled them down slowly, gently. I was bare before him, exposed, unlike ever before. I had always been an in the dark, under the blanket girl, but not this time. It was as if Cameron wanted to see every inch of me.
He stood straight up, not moving, not talking, his eyes scanning my body with a slowness. “Breathtaking.” He spoke softly, and the nervousness began to fade. I smiled at him until he dropped his boxer briefs and stood before me naked. My eyes fell to his manhood, his hard, thick, endowed cock. As I brought my gaze back to his, I saw the smirk that pulled along his lips briefly when he lowered down to me, our lips finding one another in a passionate kiss.
Cameron lifted me up the bed, his body falling between my parted, wet thighs, the head of his manhood rubbing against my entrance as though teasing me. My breast pressed against his chest, my nails ran up his back lightly with a lift of my legs, offering him full access. As my palms pressed against his shoulder blades, he lifted his head, our stares locked when his hips rolled forward, and he slid into me with a smoothness. I had never felt such a feeling, pure pleasure and excitement in my life. My walls parted to welcome him, though they remained tight with his push deeper inside.
“UHHHH!” I moaned in pure ecstasy as the tip of him hit my core.
My hands fell to his waist, gripping at his sides with the roll of his hips, only for them to thrust forward with a strong motion. I secured my thighs tight against him, my hands falling to his bare ass as I gripped it. Feeling the muscles flex with his hard, smooth, fast movements. The entire weight of his body pressed over me, his head next to mine, the groans that fell from his lipsagainst my ear only pushed me closer to an explosion. I never wanted this feeling to end, lifting my pelvis upward to meet his. I squeezed his ass, feeling myself grow closer, letting out a loud moan as he rubbed against my swollen bud.
“FUCK!” I screamed out in pure euphoria. He never stopped, his hips rocking harder, faster, causing me to drag my nails up his back, digging into his shoulders. “I’m Cumming…” I announced with a moan in his ear, my body riding it out as he slowed just slightly. He lifted his head, locked his eyes with mine, with a slow glide inside me. My body felt light, as though I could float away if he hadn’t been over me. We continued our locked gaze, riding out the blissful release until he found his climax.
His hips came to a slow stop, though he never left me, never moved from me; instead, he brought his fingers to my face and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. He smiled, and I smiled, relishing in what I had just experienced with him.
CHAPTER 8
CAMERON
