All Over You (All Falls Down #3) (13 page)

He nuzzles his face into my throat and inhales before pressing a kiss to the pulse thrumming beneath my ear. "You smell so fucking good," he mutters before claiming my mouth.

His kiss is slow and easy, as if he's in no rush. The tip of his tongue touches mine, sending sparks dancing through my body. My eyes fall closed, every piece of me focused on the feel of his lips against mine and the soft breaths he exhales into my mouth. I could kiss him all day and still not have enough.

He nips at my bottom lip before soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue. He drops his hand from my face, sliding it down my neck to tip my chin higher, opening me up to his kiss. With a little growl, he goes deeper, taking my mouth harder as his hand dances down my collarbone and onto my chest. I arch my back, lifting up on my toes to hurry him along, aching to feel his hands on me again.

"Nu-uh," he mumbles against my lips, stilling his hand.

"Please," I plead.

"No. I'm in charge here, kitten. You take what I give you."

His words shouldn't turn me on as much as they do, and neither should his rough, breathless tone, but I find myself dropping back down to my feet and clenching my thighs, trying to find a little relief from the pressure already growing. My clit aches, practically begging for attention.

Cam pulls my bottom lip into his mouth and bites down gently. His hand cups my breast, pushing it higher. And then his mouth is there, his teeth closing around my nipple through the fabric of my shirt and bra. He bites into the hard flesh, just enough to let me know he's there…just enough to pull a ragged cry of pleasure from my lips.

He teases me relentlessly, moving from breast to breast, his lips and teeth doing wicked things to each of my nipples, things that have me whimpering.

I'm dying to wrap my hands in his hair and hold him there, but I don't. I don't move my arms at all, instead keeping them exactly where he told me to.

"Gotta see you," he mumbles. "Can't stop thinking about you all wet and naked."

I jump when his hand slips beneath my shirt, pulling the fabric up and over my head faster than I can process. He leans back to drop it to the floor, and my gaze meets his. His eyes are stormy gray again, the pupils dilated with lust as he tugs the cups of my bra down. He doesn't drop his eyes to my chest until the bra is gone, tossed to the floor beside my shirt.

"Fuck," he groans then. One fingertip traces across my right nipple. The tip of his tongue peeks out, swiping across his bottom lip. "Look at you, kitten. So soft and sweet. Fucking knew these tits would be perfect." He dips his head, pulling my left nipple into his mouth while covering my right breast with his hand.

My head thumps against the wall, a wave of pleasure rolling over me. "Cam," I cry out, and this time, I can't keep my hands where he told me to. I drop them, twisting my fingers into his hair to hold him to me.

My disobedience results in a harder bite, the small pain quickly flowing into pleasure.

"Told you to keep your hands up," he says, pulling away from me.

I pop my eyes open to find him watching me with that wicked, predatory smirk on his face. The one that screams punishment and pleasure and all those things my body is practically screaming for.

He steps back one step and then another and another.

I watch him, panting, trying to find the ability to ask him where the hell he's going. Before I can find my voice, he drops a hand to his pants, flicking open the button.

I stand there, enraptured, as he undoes his pants just enough to free his cock.

I think I whimper when he pulls it out. He wasn't kidding when he said he was going to split me open. He's massive, long and thick and incredibly hard. The veins are prominent, the head a deep red. I imagine I can already feel him inside of me, filling me. And I want the ache of satisfaction he's going to leave behind, perhaps more than I've ever wanted anything before.

He strokes his hand up once and then down.

The sight of his rough hand on his cock starts a flood of wetness between my thighs.

"C'mere," he says.

I step forward on unsteady legs until I'm right in front of him. He puts a hand on my shoulder and pushes gently, making it clear what he wants from me: My mouth.

I drop to my knees without hesitation. He's been threatening to fill my mouth for days, but I think I want to taste him as much as he wants it. More.

"Give me that smart mouth, kitten," he murmurs, running the head of his cock across my lips. "Been dying to see those lips wrapped around my dick, sucking me off. Can't stop fucking dreaming about it."

I swipe my tongue across the tip, tasting the bead of pre-cum already gathered there.

"Fuck yes," he groans, one hand on the side of my neck, and the other still on his cock. He runs the head across my lips again, impatient, greedy. "Open for me."

I tease him instead of obeying, swirling my tongue around the head, wanting to see how far I can push him before he pushes back.

It doesn't take much.

One more swipe of my tongue and his hand on my nape tightens, desire flaring brighter in his eyes. He tilts my head back before hooking his thumb into my mouth, gently pressing it open. He feeds me his cock slowly, keeping me subdued with his hand on my neck.

When I moan, he surges forward until his cock fills my mouth, my lips stretched around his girth.

"I think you like fucking with me," he says. "You like me showing you who's in control, don't you?"

I nod, unable to deny the truth. I love how he is with me, like he knows me better than I know myself. He doesn't ask me what I want or need when he touches me. He
knows
, and he gives it to me even while taking what he wants. I love, even more, knowing I can make him lose control even while he's still in charge. He can't stop himself from touching me, or confessing all the filthy thoughts in his head.

"Christ, you look good with my dick in your mouth, kitten."

He fucks my mouth slowly, his gaze riveted to the sight of his cock sliding between my lips. I twirl my tongue around the head and hollow my cheeks, sucking hard. His hand drifts from my nape to my ponytail. After pulling out the elastic band, he wraps my hair around his fist just tight enough to leave behind a sting. He increases his pace, fucking my mouth faster, his strokes shallow and steady.

"I want your throat," he tells me, his breathing ragged. "You gonna let me have it?"

I nod again and moan around his cock, the mere thought of taking him all the way making me crazy. I try to relax the muscles of my throat to take him deeper, but he's so thick, I gag when he presses forward. He immediately eases off, giving me time to catch my breath before he surges forward again.

This time, I swallow when he hits the back of my throat, allowing him to ease himself in. My eyes water as his cock disappears down my throat, but I don't stop him. I don't
want
to stop him. I want everything about this. I'm so turned on, my panties are soaked.

He tilts his head back and groans when I swallow again, causing the muscles in my throat to clamp around his cock before loosening.

"Fuck. Do that again."

I do it again, making him growl loudly. The purely masculine sound of pleasure sends another flood of moisture trickling between my legs. I wrap my hands around his powerful thighs and pull back, greedily inhaling a lungful of air. When I move to take him deeper again, he stops me.

"No more," he says, retreating. "Don't wanna come yet." He pumps his hips a couple of times in quick, shallow thrusts, and then his cock slips from my lips. He unravels my hair from around his hand and leans over, lifting me easily from the floor. His mouth crashes down on mine in a brutal kiss, and then I'm flying through the air.

I cry out in surprise when I bounce on top of the bed.

Lifting my head, I find him yanking his shirt off. The muscles in his abdomen are rock hard and defined, like he works out regularly. The tattoos on his arms aren't his only ones. A vivid sunburst is inked over his heart, and several smaller ones are scattered across his golden skin. When he turns slightly, I catch sight of others on his shoulder blades. I want to trace each one he unveils with the tip of my tongue.

He toes his shoes off and quickly kicks his pants and socks to the side before pacing toward me, his cock hard as steel. More tattoos run up and down his thick thighs and calves in an intricate tribal pattern. His body is a work of art, ink painted on him like oil on canvas. The tattoos are gorgeous, breathtaking. And so is he. Nothing about him is soft. He's all muscle and dark golden skin.

"Come here," he says, hooking an arm around my waist and dragging me toward the bottom of the bed when he reaches me. His mouth lands against my stomach, sending another shiver rolling through me. He nips and kisses his way across my abdomen, his tongue dancing over my ribcage. He holds me still beneath him, ensuring I can't escape when I writhe in pleasure.

"Lift up, kitten," he murmurs against my skin, reaching down to pull my shoes off before tugging my pants down over my hips. His lips trace the skin he unveils, his tongue swirling over first one hipbone and then the other before he tugs my jeans lower.

I lift up, allowing him to jerk them off.

He leans back then, his heated gaze raking across my body. I twist the blankets in my hands, gripping them hard as he devours me with his gaze. He looks at me like no one ever has before, not searching out flaws, but as if he's memorizing every little detail of my body. As if he finds every single one of them beautiful.

When his eyes meet mine again, I know he likes what he sees. He confirms it when he speaks.

"I knew you were stunning, but I didn't know seeing you spread out for me would make me speechless, kitten." He places a hand on the bed beside my hip and leans forward to take my mouth in another deep kiss. "You've got me so worked up I'm shaking, sweetheart," he says when he pulls back.

"Me too," I whisper. And I'm not lying. My body trembles on top of the bed, anticipation running like a current through me. I feel like a livewire, all amped up and jittery.

"Gonna make you do more than shake," he promises, working his way down my body. "You're gonna scream before I'm done with you." He explores every inch of my skin with his lips, teeth, and tongue, making me arch and writhe beneath him until I'm pleading with him for relief. He places a kiss on my pussy through my panties. "You're so wet, kitten. You liked having my dick in your mouth, didn't you?"

"Mmhmm," I hum.

He hooks his index fingers into the sides of my panties and pulls them down.

I lift my hips, allowing him to pull the scrap of lace off and discard it beside the rest of our clothes littering the floor. Modesty has me trying to close my legs, but he's not having any of that.

"Nu-uh," he says, gripping my thighs to stop me. "Been dreaming about this pretty cunt for days. It's mine now. Let me see it."

I hesitate for only a moment before letting my legs fall open. His gray eyes immediately lock onto my center.

"Look at you," he says again, running a single fingertip through my folds, causing me to jump and cry out, that little bit of contact hitting my system like a bomb blast. "All pink and wet and swollen for me."

I squeak in surprise when he once again hooks an arm around my waist and drags me across the bed. My ass dangles over the edge, but before I can worry about falling into the floor, he's there, dropping to his knees and tossing my legs over his broad shoulders.

"Cam!" I shout, gripping his hair in tight fists when he lunges, burying his face in my pussy faster than I can process. He isn't slow or gentle, easing me into it. He takes me like he means it, clamping his hands around my ass and pulling me into his mouth.

And that mouth…God, that
fucking
mouth.

Filthy sounds rip from deep within his chest as he eats me, devouring me like he's starving, until my juices drip down his chin. He presses one finger into me, and then another and another, stretching me, stroking against my g-spot. He's a force of nature, relentless as he works me over. He pulls my clit between his lips and sucks hard before thrusting his tongue into my opening and fucking me with it.

One keening moan after another falls from my lips. I'm right there, so close to catapulting over the edge my body quivers, my inner muscles clenching in preparation of the coming explosion…and then he rips his mouth away from me.

I cry out at the sudden loss.

"Up," he growls, flipping me to my stomach and helping me to my hands and knees.

"Cam, please," I whimper, begging shamelessly for relief.

"What'd I say, kitten? You take what I give you." His hand comes down hard against my ass.

A wave of pleasure blasts through me. I jerk forward, stunned at the intense sensation ripping through me just because he smacked my ass.

"Easy," he murmurs, rubbing his palm over my stinging skin. "Told you I'm in charge here, sweetheart." His hand comes down on my ass again, a little softer this time, but still hard enough to leave a sting and send another bolt of pleasure through me. He immediately soothes the undoubtedly reddened skin, massaging gently." You have any idea how fucking furious I was when you disappeared?"