After our post-orgasmic bliss, I snuggle Camila into my arms and tangle my legs with hers while we share the small space on the couch.
I’m not used to cuddling a woman after sex-no pillow talk. Oddly, it feels good to just rest for a while without bother running away. This is my second time with her, yet, it still excites like the first time.
“You okay?” I ask her when she seems so silent.
Her brows knit as if in deep thoughts. She lifts up her chin and nods. Her glassy stare locks mine. She looks magnificent wearing a post-orgasmic look.
“I should really go, Pyke.” She sighs heavily, taking my hands off that wrap around her petite body.
My body suddenly stiffens. That’s the last thing I think will come from her mouth. She came to my apartment and literally begged for me to have sex with her, and now she’s leaving.
“Stay, Babe. I’ll send you home tomorrow,” I say slowly, kissing the top of her head, and tighten my arms around her.
“Pyke, I need to see my aunt, search for a job, and talk to Kill about the complaint,” she says in a soft and shaky voice, turning her head away from me.
“Babe, I’ll help you with the job. I already called the 4X4. I’ll come with you to visit your aunt tomorrow.”
She sits up abruptly, cocking her head and narrows her eyes at me with heavy slant brows. She wraps her arms around her chest to cover her gorgeous tits.
“Don’t cover your body for me.” I grab her arm, but she jerks it off.
“You did a lot already. I can’t take advantage of your kindness every time I need something for my life. I want to learn how to get a job on my own. You’re maybe an asshole, but you did save me from that bastard. I don’t know how can I repay you. I owe you a lot already.”
I role my eyes placing my hands under my head. “Did you forget I am the reason why that asshole hurt you? He did that because of me.” I sigh with exaggeration.
Her eyes widen. “What did you do to him? He mentioned something about a woman.” She’s eyeing me intently, searching for an answer on my face.
“I’ve no idea,” I answer quickly in a defensive way. My face heats, hair stiffens at the back of the neck.
“Honestly, I’m surprised that he’s here in New York. He doesn’t usually come to visit his business. He has someone he trusts to do the job. If I know he hated my guts I would never let you work there. I swear I don’t wanna see you get hurt. That asshole harassed you, and I couldn’t even imagine if I waited long in the car,” I pause releasing a shaky breath. I swallow repeatedly while pawing my hand through my hair.
“I’m gonna kill him,” I hiss. My hands lock into fists. I couldn’t fathom watching Camila being pressed against the car while Aaron was choking her to death.
Camila takes my bruised hand that I used for punching Aaron. She touches softly the scrapes with her thumb in a circular motion. My hand relaxes a bit with her soothing touch.
“Since we met you had nothing to do than punch everyone and being punched back.” The sincerity in her voice is palpable. She averts her gaze down to my busted knuckles then bites her bottom lip.
“I will protect you with my life, Camila. You awakened something inside me since you hit my face that night.” I grip her hand with my fingers while staring at her beautiful face. Flutters spread in my belly when a small smile spreads across her face.
We look at each for seconds and none of us talks to break the unnerving silence.
“I know he said something that upset you, but that was what he wanted,” I pause, gluing my eyes on hers. “I was a victim too, Camila.”
No one knows outside my family regarding what happened to me a long time ago, but to tell her it feels so right. She needs to know that she’s not alone. That I’m here for her, for as long as she likes.
She gasps, looking pale while her mouth is falling open.
“Yes, babe. I saw myself in you when you came and wanted sex to forget what happened to you. I had a horrible past,” I choke and bitterly laugh.
“I was seventeen then, you know how a horny teenager Pyke was, but I didn’t have an ounce of muscle back then. I was thin and wore glasses. I didn’t have fashion statements compared to Xandry and Bash. I was also pressured by my peers. They had girls, had sex, but for me? Zilch.”
Camila doesn’t move nor blink, but I notice her swallows.
“Remember I told you how I lose my virginity?”
She quickly nods without a word.
“I haven’t had sex after that. One day, someone approached me and offered sex to me. Well, I wanted to prove to my friends that I had a better sexual experience than them, so I said yes without a second thought. She was good in bed. She taught me a lot of things until I invited her to come to my home in discreet. I liked her, and she gave me what I wanted. I was addicted to sex. Then I found out she was using me to get my dad’s attention.”
Camila has a horror looked on her face. She doesn’t blink and just holds her breath with her hand is laying on her chest.
“She was obsessed with my dad. She used my phone to call him. Dad came to my room while… while you know, while we’re having sex. She wasn’t shocked though, I could still remember the gleam of deviltry in her eyes. I felt being used. I need to taste the fruit of the tree that I always wanted. You tasted better, though. He can’t even make me come the way you did. That’s what she said to Dad in front of me.”
“You were only seventeen, did your family file a complaint?”
I shake my head. “I turned eighteen by the time Dad found out. It will humiliate the entire Hughes family if it came out to the media. I was aware of the consequences before I put myself in that situation.” I wipe the tears from her cheeks.
“Don’t go, spend the night with me, Babe.”
She shakes her head, mumbling, “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Why is that?”
“You know why,” she answers. Her lips quiver into a sad smile.
“You don’t wanna let anyone sees you with me because I’m a manwhore?” My heart aches but that’s the truth. I’m willing to change for her. I did change actually. In fact, I never had sex with anyone since I slept with her.
“I never thought of you like that, Pyke. I mean I did, but that was before I realized that I didn’t have the right to judge anyone. It’s not that you didn’t make sure that it’s only a one-night stand before you slept with them. And you never hurt or cheated on them in the first place.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“I’m not just gonna sleep with you every time I want to scratch my itch.”
My eyes widen. I can’t also imagine her sleeping with another man while I’m literally a one-woman man right now.
“Are you gonna sleep with another man instead?” I choke out my words. I swallow the bile rising in my throat because honestly, that thought fucking hurts.
“No!”
“But?” I ask and curse under my breath.
“What makes you think there is a but?”
“There is, isn’t there?”
Instead of answering, she looks away.
“Just come here, Babe. I need to feel you before Wright will break every bone in my body,” I almost plead. I grab her hand and pull her closer to me.
She follows and lies back into my arms. I release contentment and utter thank God under my breath.
“I won’t allow him to punch you again,” she whispers.
“Now, are you trying to be my lady in shining armor?”
“There’s no such things like that. Did you forget that I force you to sleep with me?” she chuckles while tracing her fingers on my chest.
“I don’t think there was a force used, Babe,” I chuckle.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah,” I nod, smiling at her. “You’re so beautiful, Camila.” I grab her head, closing the gap between us.
She opens her mouth, surrendering her body to me. I kiss her slow, taking my time while skimming my fingers from her head down to her neck to her spinal column until I reach her round ass.
A soft whimper escapes her lips when I squeeze her rear. I grab her thigh to wrap her leg around my waist. My hand finds what I’m looking for. I bite her lower lip when I slip my finger into her soak pussy. Instantly, my cock grows harder. Our body sears us making my cock to twitch.
“Ride me, Babe.”
I’m so fucking hard that I want her so bad again. My cock pokes her thigh achingly. I roll myself for her to be on my top. She braces her palms on my chest for support while I guide my cock into her hot dripping wet entrance. She sits on my cock, taking me deep. She’s so tight and clamps around my cock.
“Christ!” I groan loudly, and my head jerks back.
“Oh, God!” She lets out an uncontrollable sob.
“Babe, this feels so amazing.” My jaw aches to try to control from coming. I can’t even talk straight-I’m literally catatonic.
She lifts herself, taking me a few times while staring at me fixedly. This is the best sight I’ve ever seen-she’s taking me deeply-in and out.
“Take your time, Babe. Ride me nice and slow.”
I want to arch my hips to thrust into her so deep and hard, but I want her to enjoy this experience with me. She’s so beautiful on top while she’s riding me slowly.
She’s so deep down on me until her ass press against my balls. She’s biting her lip while her head jerks back letting out a whimper. Her fingernails digging into my chest, so painfully erotic, yet I want more.
She rides me, taking me deeper she can take. Her gorgeous tits slightly bounce at my eye level. I grab her from behind while I press my thumb on her clit, rubbing in a small circle.
“Oh, God, Love,” she whimpers.
“Now, cup your tits and ride me hard.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?”
She’s just so stubborn that I’ve been convincing her, but she wants to visit her aunt alone, and I’m not fond of that idea.
Why does she have to go there and drive for almost three hours?
“I can drive and besides, your car won’t be dead in the middle of nowhere.”
“You mean your car.” I cross my arms over my chest while watching her combing her hair in my bathroom.
“Nice try, Pyke. I already told you. Just stop insisting,” she retorts, shifting her gaze at me in the mirror. “Thanks for the clothes.”
“Don’t you think you need to rest? Your visit can wait.”
“Pyke, I’m going there, and I need some time alone to myself.”
“I’ll fill my closet with your clothes so that you have no reason not to come with me.”
“I’m not gonna come here to have sex with you.” Her words just prickle my scalp.
Did we just have amazing sex? What’s wrong with her?
“I’m not letting you come just to have sex with me, Camila. You should know by now.” I bite my bottom lip and feel a sudden weakness in my knees.
“We are not dating, and I’m not gonna be your sex buddy.”
“I’m not asking you to be my sex buddy. You still owe me a date, Camila.”
“I can’t quite remember agreeing to go on a date with you.”
I lean against the door frame, cocking a brow. “Are you sure?”
She turns to face me. “A dinner, yeah. A date, no.”
“You will just let me eat your pussy and you won’t allow me to date you?”
Her face turns red, not from anger but she’s blushing. “You’re such a crude!” she exclaims, slaps my arm, and walks out of my walk-in closet.
I follow her out and grab her arm to let her face me. “Then go out on a date with me.”
She bursts into a laugh, throwing her head back, “Pyke is going out on a date? I-I c-can’t believe it.” She rubs her throat and winces.
“Careful. I’m serious.”
“I can’t, Pyke.” She chokes, pain is audible in her voice.
“Because of my rep?”
“No, Pyke. You’re a good person behind that playboy image.”
“Then, what’s the problem?”
She gives me a sad smile, shakes her head, and walks away.