Page 29 of Finesse
He removed his fingers and soon replaced it with his cock. He didn’t dare to put it all the way in because we both knew I wouldn’t be able to take it. Instead, he guided me, squeezing my breasts with one hand as the other played with my clit.
We moved faster and faster. He dared me to take more of him and I taunted him by telling him to do it. The orgasm shocked me and I screamed his name. He pulled out and came all over my ass. We were spent, tipsy, and more in love than ever.
Cameron briefly got up to wash himself off and me too. He asked how I was feeling. I smiled with “fine.” He nodded and gave me another glass of wine to drink. We fell asleep again, only for one of us to reach for the other during the night. Sometimes, the sessions were short. Sometimes, they lasted a while.
Every time we made love orfucked, it brought us closer than before. I didn’t want to get too attached to Cameron. Men like him have women all over and know they can have their choosing. Yet, I felt as if I couldn’t let him go.
And I didn’t want to.
Twelve
“Well, don’t you looked well-fucked?”
I roll my eyes as Cameron laughs behind me. “Nice to see you, too, Hayley.”
Hayley gets up and gives us both hugs as we entered the apartment. Que picked us up and took us back to my place. We haven’t been on the ground not even an hour before my girl comes in to bust my balls. “So, how was New York, guys? What did you do besides see the ceiling and walls?”
“We went out to dinner and went sightseeing, nasty ass.” I stuck my tongue and Hayley shrugs.
“And she got some nice birthday gifts.” Cameron mentioned. “I needed to spoil my woman.”
Hayley’s arched eyebrows rose and she makes a noise. “Your woman, huh? I heard that! I’m glad you lovebirds had a great time. It was needed for this one!” She points to me.
“Yadda yadda yadda…” I show off the bracelet Cameron got for me. “A pretty nice birthday gift, huh?”
Hayley’s eyes widened. “OMG!” She flips my wrist and stares at the sparkly gift. “Pink sapphire and diamond tennis bracelet?”
I never underestimated Hayley’s hustle for being a gold-digger. It’s rather admirable she’s so honest with it. This is a woman who turned down a man who made a hundred thousand salary because she felt it was too little. “I would ask how you knew but…”
“I know a thing or two on jewelry.” Hayley says with a proud smile. “I know my stuff.”
My head naturally shakes with part-amusement and part-disgust. Hayley could make the richest man poor within a month and I don’t doubt her game. “I feel sorry for Que’s wallet already.” I shake my head as Cameron’s chuckles.
“I feel sorry for my wallet!” Que chimes in as Hayley punches his arm. “Hey!”
“I hate to cut this short, ladies, but I need to jet. I have some business to take care of.” It’s always business with Cameron and it’s always that business he refuses to say what it is exactly. He gives me a searing kiss and lightly taps my ass. “I’ll call you later, babe?”
I miss him already. “Yeah, later.” The men leave and I just stare at the door. I never thought I would fall in love so quickly and honestly, I’m still not entirely sure it is love. But all I know is I don’t want the feeling to end.
“So, tell me about the weekend?” Hayley pulled me to the sofa. “I want to know everything!”
“Well, he surprised me by taking me to Harlem. We went to a jewelry shop where he got me this.” I dangle the bracelet. “And a few other pieces. He bought me new clothing. We ate at the best restaurants, went sight-seeing…” I sighed and my head fell back. “And I let him fuck me in all of my holes.”
“You took it up the ass?” I felt Hayley’s eyes widen. “White boy turned you the fuck out!”
“That he did. That he did.” My body is still screaming from the memory. He eased into anal and didn’t pressure me. I’m not going to lie and said it instantly felt great, but after a little coaxing, I couldn’t get enough of it.
My mind travels from our sexual exploits to a more pressing issue – why Cameron is always so busy? “Has Que ever told you what he and Cameron actually do for a living?”
Hayley shakes her head and shrugs. “I know Que has a restaurant and bar. He also owns a nightclub. It was the same one we all met a few months ago.”
“Besides that,” I counter, “was there anything else they might have mentioned?”
“No, not at all.” She goes to the kitchen and begins to prepare a snack. “Why? What’s going on?”
“I don’t know.” I sit down on the couch and chew my lip. “I just get the feeling there’s more than what Cam is telling me.”
“Like what?” Hayley holds up a Persian cucumber. “Cucumber?”
