Controlled Chaos (Love and Lyrics 1)

“Lift up,” he says when he breaks our kiss. I do as he says, and he places a pillow under my butt, propping my lower half up slightly before his mouth is back on mine.

I’m so lost in our kiss that I don’t realize what’s happening until the slight pain hits me. One of my legs is hooked on the crook of his arm, and he’s pushing into me slowly, his mouth never leaving mine. Because we’re oiled up, he goes in easily, the burning sensation lessening the deeper he goes.

“I’m all the way in,” he murmurs against my lips. “Tell me when you’re okay with me moving, or I can stay just like this.”

“You can move.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, please move.”

He backs up slightly, gripping my thigh, and starts to move in and out of my ass. With every drive into me, the burn turns into pleasure. The hand not holding my leg finds my clit, and he massages it, his eyes never leaving mine. My orgasm builds slowly until I’m dangling over the edge, begging Camden to make me come.

With a flick of his thumb, he pushes me over the edge. I’m still screaming his name when he pulls out and comes all over my belly.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he groans, kissing me hard. “Let’s go shower. I need to clean you, so I can fuck you, this time in your tight cunt.”

“I’m not ready to go home, yet I’m excited to go home,” I say, making Camden laugh with my confusing statement. We’ve spent a week on the beaches of Mexico, and if it were up to me, we would stay forever. It’s peaceful and sunny and relaxing, and did I mention it’s peaceful? The only thing we’re missing is Felix, who I’ve spoken to every day and has barely missed me since he’s been too busy being spoiled by our moms.

“We can go back,” Camden says, kissing my cheek. “Or we can go somewhere else. Aside from the next few weeks that are blocked off to finish this album and the tour that’s scheduled, my calendar is wide open.”

“When you’re done with the album and we make the videos, my job will be done.” I cuddle into Camden’s side. “I was thinking of making a website and putting my name out there. Maybe get a few new artists to take a chance on me…”

I hold my breath, waiting for Camden to tell me there’s no reason for me to work because he’ll provide for us, the way David always did. Instead, he kisses the top of my head and says, “Baby, once our videos are out and your name is attached to them, opportunities will be flying in. You’ll get your pick of who you want to work with.”

I look up at him and smile, silently promising to stop comparing him to David and expecting the worst. Camden isn’t David. He’s already proven that over and over again.

“I know going on tour isn’t the best situation for a kid, but I was thinking you guys can join us a few times. We’ll be flying as well as using the tour bus, but we stay in hotels a lot. We can look at the schedule and see when I have days off, and we can explore the different cities.”

“That sounds like fun,” I tell him, leaning up and kissing his stubbled jaw. I’m going to miss the hell out of him while he’s on tour for two months, but I knew going into this that touring is part of his life. And I’d never want to make him feel guilty for following his passions. I know firsthand how shitty that can feel.

When we pull up to the new house, I look at Camden in confusion. We haven’t moved in yet, and he knows I’m dying to see Felix. The car must have a scanner on it that Camden told me about when discussing security because the gate opens automatically when we pull up. Not many homes in the city are gated, but Camden made sure ours is.

We get out, and he scoops me into his arms. “Love getting to carry my wife over the thresholds,” he says, kissing me as he walks us to the front door. With one hand, he pushes the door open, setting me on my feet once we’re inside. I expected the place to still be empty, so I’m shocked when I find it completely furnished with everything I’ve bookmarked.

“How did you—?”

My question is cut off when Felix’s voice booms through the house, and seconds later, he’s running into my arms. “You’re home! Wait till you see my room!”

He grabs my hand and pulls me upstairs, Camden following. The walls—painted the color I picked out—are all empty, so it seems he only had the furniture I picked out brought in.