Page 91 of Hard Rock Sin
I knew she was already suspicious. We had to get out of there before Cameron forgot himself and did or said something to confirm those suspicions.
"Thank you for throwing the party," I said. "It was awesome meeting your friends, they're really great. Hopefully we can all get together again soon."
Jen nodded slowly. "Everyone loves you," she told me. Her eyes were fixed on Cameron.
I quickly moved to give Noah a hug goodbye.
"You make sure Lily gets home okay," Noah told Cameron over my shoulder. "No crazy detours."
Cameron smirked. "Don't worry, I'll keep her safe. It won't be like last time I took a taxi home."
I eyed the two of them. "Do I even want to know what happened last time?"
"No," they both said at the same time.
Cameron and I left the party and got into the waiting vehicle. The moment the doors were closed he pulled me into his lap.
"It was torture, watching you in that tight little dress all evening and knowing I couldn't touch you." Cameron placed a sucking kiss on my collarbone. "I might just have to keep you up all night before I'm satisfied."
He ran his hands up and down my exposed thighs. Tingles began to form between my legs.
"We're in a taxi," I scolded him, but my words came out breathless.
His thumbs brushed the soft inner skin. "You sure you want to wait until we get home?"
I seriously considered it for a moment.
I pushed away from him, taking my own seat. "It won't take long to get there."
Cameron let out a fake sigh. "I suppose I can be patient." A wicked gleam appeared in his eyes. "But that just means I'll have to keep you up even later." He placed his lips near my ear. "I'm going to fill up that sweet cunt of yours and make you come on my cock for hours."
I crossed my legs, pressing my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache pulsing inside me.
The ride was mercifully short. Cameron pushed a handful of bills into the driver's hand and pulled me out of the taxi. His tongue was in my mouth before the driver had even squealed away.
I clung to him, the press of his lips making me as dizzy and breathless as they had the first time we'd kissed.
We stumbled through the front door. Cameron kicked it closed. He pressed me up against the wall. His hand cradled the back of my head, protecting it. I tilted my chin up, taking more of his kisses. His tongue played with mine. Desire surged through me. I breathed in sharply. The taste and smell of him, something warm and fresh and uniquelyCameron,made my head spin.
We kissed with a fierce passion. One hand pressed on the small of my back, urging me closer. The other gripped the back of my neck, tugging me forward to crash our lips together again and again.
I made a soft noise of disappointment when Cameron pulled away. He trailed his lips from my mouth, down my chin, to my neck. He licked a slow line up my throat. Shivers coursed through me. He nipped at my collarbone. I gasped. His one hand moved from my back to my thigh. He dragged my skirt up to my waist, revealing my panties. His hard length pressed against his front zipper, jeans and thin cotton the only thing separating us. I rubbed myself against him shamelessly, wanting more. Wanting everything.
Cameron groaned as I squirmed, his length turning even harder. His grip on my hair tightened as it twitched.
I could feel him against me, the heat of that stiff cock burning me even through layers of fabric. My mind went hazy with desire. I felt a sudden urge to feel him on my lips, to taste him on my tongue.
I squirmed out of his hold and lowered myself to the floor, until I was on my knees in front of him. I peeked up through my lashes. His stare scorched me from the inside. Cameron cupped the back of my head, fingers sifting through the long strands.
"You sure?" he asked. The words were rough with need.
I nodded.
His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide. "I've wanted that sweet mouth of yours wrapped around my cock for months."
My breathing went shallow. My face flushed red hot, those words nearly undoing me. I slowly popped open the button and pulled down the zipper. His cock fell into my hands, warm and thick, and weeping a single drop at the tip.
I darted out my tongue with a small lick.
