Married in Vegas: In His Arms

There was an exchange. Apparently, he had cash in his pocket, because I saw him pull it out. It couldn’t be one of his buddies. He’d called a store of some sort. And it bothered me a little that he hadn’t had to search for a number. Had he locked himself with someone else before? That thought pissed me off though I had no right to be.

“Thanks,” he said, and the door was closed.

There was a little black bag tied with a ribbon in his hand and it threw me for a loop.

“That’s some kind of service,” I said, eyeing the fancy packaging.

“Something like that,” he said.

He hustled me into the room. But instead of opening the little bag, he gave me a little push so I’d fall back on the bed. He drew off the boxers I’d wore and crawled over to cover me.

Cam kissed like no other. In his arms, I felt consumed and needed by the eagerness for which he devoured me.

“First I’m going to taste you,” he said. I arched an eyebrow in challenge, but he continued. “Then I’m going to fuck you so you never forget who you belong to.”

I might have called him out for talking shit. Belong to him my ass. Then his hands were there lifting squeezing my ass possessively as he licked his way from my clit down my slit. He buried his tongue so deep in my pussy and stroked over and over my g-spot. All protests about him playing football in New York and me living in Texas flew out of my mind.

I raked my nails over his scalp trying to find purchase. I’d never been one to enjoy oral sex. Most guys didn’t have a clue what they were doing down there. Those that weren’t Cam had treated my pussy like they were trying to find the center of a tootsie roll pop with the fewest licks.

Cam’s skill level would have been called master. He took his time, knowing exactly how much pressure to use even when I clung to his hair like handlebars. It would have been comical if I wasn’t on the verge of lift off. If giving cunnilingus was as effortless as riding a bike, I might not have been so sexually frustrated all my years of dating.

Not thinking straight in a burst of need, I yelled, “Ride me, big boy.”

Later I would be embarrassed. At that moment, I would have longed for riding crop. Cam had a cock the size of a bulls and I was down to the final eight seconds.

Cam pulled away with several of his hairs in my hand. He spread my legs wide and drove his monster dick inside me. I sucked in a lungful of air trying to let myself adjust.

“Mine,” he said, growling like a wild animal.

“Yours,” I answered, too close to coming to play his teasing game again.

He hooked his free arm under my leg to lift my ass off the bed, giving him more room to ram that amazing rod of his like a piston inside me.

“Come,” he demanded.

I might have laughed when he sounded like some dirty romance novel, but damn if I didn’t spasm around him.

How many orgasms can one have in a day? I almost asked if he wanted to go for the world record. But he followed me into bliss and savagely took my mouth in a possessive kiss.

Spent, I lay there sprawled over the bed. I heard a drawer open and then he loomed over me and eyed the cuffs.

“Just because I’m unlocking this doesn’t mean you’re free.” His gaze was pure warning. “Don’t run from me Chrissy.”

I nodded, unable to speak. I hadn’t gathered my breath yet and once again couldn’t argue his use of that cursed nickname. Before I knew it, I was free.

I ran a hand over my wrist. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it felt weird not having the cool metal there.

He got off the bed, setting the tiny keys on the night table. I didn’t see the bag. He must have put it in drawer I’d heard him open. The boy was fast. It hadn’t seemed like he had the time to get it open. I guess they didn’t call him magic hands for nothing.

“Don’t leave,” he said, pointing at me. “I’m going to get a cloth to clean us up.”

Again, I nodded and lay back on the bed. I closed my eyes and pushed back the fear welling up in me.

My father had left my mother when I was too young to understand why daddy was leaving. There had been a string of men after. Not changing every day, but none lasted long enough for me to finish a two-year-stretch in school. I had serious trust issues. If not for Eddie, I might not have ever trusted a guy at all.