Ruining Mr. Perfect (The McCauley Brothers) Page 12

  Shit. If he kept thinking like this, he’d have to hide in his seat under the table until his erection went away.

  Wiping down the table and then drying it off, Vanessa had her attention on cleaning. While he tried to calm himself down, he decided to go for broke and left for his bedroom. He returned moments later to find her fiddling with his stereo.

  “Turn to preset three,” he offered.

  She did, and low, smooth jazz filled the room. “Hmm. Nice mood music. A great meal. You hoping to get lucky, Cameron?”

  Not hoping. Praying. “Vanessa.” He tsked. “As if I’d ever think to manipulate you into something you might not want.”

  “Yeah, you have that whole snake oil salesman vibe down to a science.” She smirked at him. “Come on. The wine? The nice meal? Why don’t you just ask me for sex? No need to pretty it up.”

  “Yet you seemed to like the flowers and candlelight,” he said softly. “And chocolates? Do you have a preference?” He held out two red heart-shaped boxes to her. One held light chocolate, the other dark.

  She licked her lips. “Okay. I admit. I liked the flowers. And the candles. And yes, I have a thing for chocolate. The dark. Milk chocolate is too sweet.”

  “Hmm. Bitter chocolates. You make it only too easy to tease you.”

  “I know. But I’d hoped that a man with a mind as nimble as yours would go for something harder. More complex.”

  “Harder. I can do that.”

  She laughed. “Oh shut up and bring me the candy.”

  He put the milk chocolates aside.

  Vanessa sat on the couch and tapped the spot next to her. “Come, boy. Feed your mistress.”

  He quirked a brow, and she winked. He loved her like this, so playful, at ease. And hungry for him, if he had his way.

  Cam sat and found himself under her kiss before he could blink. He let her take control for a few seconds before easing her back. The woman liked to dominate, and if led by his cock, he’d have happily let her do whatever the hell she wanted. She got him hard in a heartbeat. She knew she could make him come without effort. But not tonight. He wanted to play.

  “If you insist.” He set her back gently and reached for a chocolate on the table. He took one and bit into it.

  “Hey.” She gave him a mock frown. “That’s mine.”

  “Nah. It’s coconut cream. You’d hate that. Not bitter enough.”

  “Bitter, my ass. I love coconut cream.” She frowned and he shoved the rest of it into her mouth before she could argue with him.

  She tried to garble something, so he put a finger over her lips. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. It’s not polite.”

  She opened her mouth wide to show him the masticated chocolate, and he grinned.

  “Hmm, let’s try another one and see if that sweetens your disposition.” He picked another chocolate at random and offered it to her. “No, don’t grab it. I’m feeding you, my mistress.”

  She’d been the one to call herself that, so he figured she wouldn’t mind the game.

  After she swallowed her candy, she shrugged. “Fine by me. Slave.” She stuck her tongue out at him before accepting the candy he placed in her mouth.

  This time while she chewed—with her mouth closed—he scooted closer and teased the bottom of her sweater before sliding his hand under it. She tensed, then let out a soft breath when he ran his hand over the bare skin of her tight stomach.

  “Yep. Sweet. Not bitter at all.”

  She finished chewing and swallowed. “Sneak.”

  “Mmm hmm.” He pulled her into his arms, having her straddle his lap so he could look directly at her. Then he slowly drew her mouth down to his and savored her. After a kiss that made them both breathless, he murmured, “Maple. I love the maple candies. Let’s see what else you have in there.”

  He reached around her and blindly grabbed another. But this time, as he fed it to her, she grabbed his hand and nipped his fingers. She held his hand by her mouth and finished the candy. Then she sucked his index finger, and his dick immediately responded.

  “You had some chocolate there,” she said with a throaty chuckle. “Oh wait, there’s more.”

  She squirmed over his lap, putting more pressure on his obvious arousal while she sucked his finger with a skill that demanded to be proven. Maybe they’d get to a blow job this time.

  When she let his finger go, he leaned his head back on the couch and tried to calm down. Not easy with her still riding him. After a few deep breaths, he removed her sweater and bra without waiting to ask. He cupped her breasts and sighed. “Good try, mistress. But I’m not ready to come yet.”

  “Too bad.” She pouted, then smiled at him. “Because you feel more than ready.”

  “Yeah? That’s true. But I know what will help slow me down.” He brought her forward, engulfing one nipple in his mouth. As she whispered his name and clutched his head, he tormented her nipple with hard suction that made it difficult to think. Each draw on the tight bud had her rocking over his dick, and he was perilously close to forgetting himself and fucking her.

  He pulled back and watched her as he unsnapped her jeans. He slid the zipper down, and she helped by kneeling up to give him better access. He slid his fingers inside her panties to the wet heat between her folds. Then he sucked her other nipple and stroked her, loving her keening for more.

  He looked up to watch her riding him, lost in the beauty of her pleasure. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth slick from his kisses, her lips parted on breathy moans. Her loose hair flowed like spun gold over her shoulders.

  “I love your breasts,” he murmured and licked her nipple again. “So full, just perfect for my mouth.” He nipped one, then the other, while she surged against his hand. He felt a burst of moisture against the inside of his jeans and knew he neared his own end, but only perseverance and the need to see her come first kept him from exploding.

  “Cam, yes. Oh yeah. So good,” she moaned, clutching his head while she ground against him. He put another finger inside her and rubbed hard against her clit.

  He wanted to suck her, to lick that sweet cream between her legs. Like an aphrodisiac, her scent and taste went straight to his head. But to leave her breasts meant denying her this pleasure. Next time… Because no way in hell would he let her leave without coming inside her at least once. Where they both belonged. Together.

  “I’m coming, Cam. So close, oh God.”

  He let go of her breast and she kissed him with a ferocity that satisfied on so many levels. Then she tightened around his fingers and moaned into his mouth, clenching him as her climax rushed through her.

  He ended the kiss to watch her face flush and her nipples swell. Her breath washed over him, the sweet scent of chocolate and sex making him hungry for more. For everything she’d give him.

  Through it all, his cock ached, his balls needing the release only she could provide. He wanted to feel her surround him, as intimate as two lovers could be.

  After a few moments, she calmed, and he kissed her again, this time gentling her.

  But she would have none of it. “No.” She nipped his lower lip, and he couldn’t help himself from surging up against her. “You’re so sexy. I love when you’re hard, so thick against me.”

  She lifted herself from his lap and stripped down to nothing.

  “You are so beautiful.” He was panting like a freaking dog, but he couldn’t look away. That flushed creamy skin, high breasts, and her face. He never wanted tonight to end.

  “Take off your shirt.”

  He’d never unbuttoned his clothing so fast before. He tossed it aside, and the white T-shirt he’d worn under it too. When he went for the button of his jeans, she stopped him.

  “No. That’s my job.”

  His heart raced so hard he feared stroking out. Then Vanessa was there, kneeling between his legs
. Naked, wet, and wearing a devious grin.

  “Oh shit. You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?” He couldn’t wait. Vanessa seemed to drop all her barriers. He saw her open, honest, and not afraid to take what pleased her.

  “But of course.” She unbuttoned his fly one excruciatingly slow button at a time. When she had his jeans parted, finally, she reached in and found him commando. “Oh, Cam. Now this I really like. You’re thick, aren’t you?”

  He groaned and dropped his head back again, feeling her fingers dragging him free of his parted jeans.

  “Scoot up some.”

  He did and let her tug his denim down to his upper thighs, baring his cock and balls for her pleasure.

  “Yes, this I really like.” She lowered her head, breathed over his tip, and licked him.

  “Fuck me. Vanessa,” he groaned. “I want to, but I won’t last. It’s been too long.” He swore when she licked him from root to tip. “Shit. I’m really full. Sit on me.”

  “Nope. Not this time.” She smiled up at him, and his heart broke wide open. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Cam.” Then she lowered her head and enveloped him.

  All of him, to the back of her throat.

  Chapter 10

  Vanessa had never felt so desirable or wicked in her entire life. Cam’s moans and gasps empowered her, and she took joy in giving him such pleasure. Normally the intimacy of such an act, her lips and a man’s cock, put her off. Very few men had earned such trust. But Cameron? She wanted to give him back everything he’d given her.

  “Vanessa. Oh please.” He arched, surging deeper into her mouth.

  She’d never had any complaints before, but her skills with oral sex hadn’t been practiced all that much. Vanessa was a firm believer in working hard to achieve the preferred results.

  Though from Cam’s reactions, she’d aced this particular exam.

  Smiling around his shaft, she bobbed up and down, slowly, drawing out his enjoyment—or torture, as Cam liked to call it. He made the most amazing sounds during sex. Unlike the few adult videos she’d watched, which had never done much to arouse her lust, Cam’s sensual delight carried through to her, hitting her right between her legs.

  She’d just come, but she wanted to feel him there again. After this, a gift he’d more than earned. Despite his teasing last week, they hadn’t quite progressed to her “fellating him.”

  “Gonna come. So hard,” he moaned and put a hand to the back of her head. Not shoving her down to gag on him, but holding her while he jerked his hips. “Suck me, baby. Yeah, wrap those lips so tight. Fuck.”

  When he swore, she knew he’d lost his control. Such a turn-on, to get a man with such discipline lost to all but Vanessa’s will. She put a hand between his legs to rub his balls and sucked harder, and he cried her name as he poured into her.

  Cam tasted like soap and man. Clean and musky. Nothing about him turned her off. And his orgasm revved her to get him going again, just as soon as he could.

  He kept his hand on her head and shuddered, then pleaded with her to suck him dry.

  After a few moments, he shivered and she eased back, licking her lips as she rose to see him watching her.

  His half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks made him look like a well-pleasured god. All that glowing muscle… Not a spare roll or flap of skin anywhere. Taut, solid, strong. And all hers.

  She liked knowing he belonged to her. Maybe a little too much. Because that growing affection she’d felt started to blossom into something more. Especially when he smiled at her, his gaze approving, warm, and much desired.

  “Mmm. Come here.” He patted his thigh, and she straddled him again, accepting his hugs and kisses. “God, Vanessa. You make me lose my mind. I swear, at this moment, I wish I smoked. I think I could really go for a cigarette.”

  “Me too.” She kissed his cheeks, his nose, his chin. “I think this might be my favorite Valentine’s Day ever.”

  “Oh yeah. For sure.” He stroked her back, and she pulled away enough to see him watching her.

  “What?”

  He looked somewhat tense. “So was it as good for you as it was for me?”

  “I doubt it. You pretty much screamed so loud they heard you in Canada.”

  He chuckled and relaxed. “Yeah, but your sigh was so heartfelt and deep. Heaven shook at the rush of pleasure I delivered.”

  “Poetic. Not bad. You might give Abby a run for her money…with that purple prose.” She sneered at him and laughed when he frowned.

  “You know, that’s mean. I don’t know if you deserve round two or not.”

  She straightened and stopped laughing. “Round two?”

  “Nope.” Cam’s eyes laughed as he tried to hide his smile. “I don’t think you look sincere enough. And just think. I was saving my next big, thick erection for your sweet little pussy.”

  “Cam.” She flushed. For all that they engaged in sex, the dirty words made her tingly and felt weird. Because she really liked them.

  “Aha! A vulnerability.” He laughed. “Perfect. Something I can use to weaken your resistance. Dirty talk.”

  “Oh, was I resisting earlier? Before or after the blow job?”

  “Silence, woman.” He slapped her ass, not hard, but enough to get her attention. “Now, when you’re properly repentant, I’ll let you witness my glorious ceiling from the confines of my bed.”

  “Joy.” She snorted, trying hard not to laugh at his antics.

  “Sure, it sounds like some boring missionary work, but I’m sure I can work the kinks out of the tedium sure to set in.”

  Two hours later and working on her third orgasm of the night, Vanessa moaned his name and wrapped her ankles tighter around his waist as Cameron pounded into her. He kept hitting that spot deep inside her that sent her synapses firing up her pleasure center without cease.

  She cried out, lost to any sense of circumspection, while he groaned and grunted, muttering things that would have turned her scarlet had he said them anywhere but in bed. Instead, he turned her into a writhing woman desperate and greedy for another orgasm.

  “Yes, yes,” she screamed and came as he ground against her, his cock so hard she felt him all the way to her womb.

  He rode her through her orgasm and into his own, stopping only to shout her name and spend inside her.

  When she’d finally stopped seeing stars, he withdrew and left. He returned to clean her up, because, as he liked to say, he’d left a fine mess inside her.

  “Oh yeah. You look good like that, your legs spread wide,” Cameron teased as he finished wiping between her legs, the gesture curiously intimate considering he’d just been joined inside her right there. Then he did the strangest thing. He leaned down and kissed her, a soft peck right between her legs. He straightened and did the same to her cheek. “I hate to add to your already healthy-sized ego, but you are one gorgeous woman.”

  He left her again, missing her blush. Men told her she was pretty all the time. But Cameron complimenting her made her feel the pretty all the way to her toes.

  She dragged the covers over her body so that when he returned, he found her bundled under the comforter.

  “Move over, slick.” He joined her, his feet cold. Then the bozo had the nerve to put his feet on her legs.

  “Cut it out. Oh!”

  He chuckled and pulled her against him, so they lay on their sides, chest to chest.

  She tucked her face into the curve of his neck and smiled against him. “Bully.”

  “Takes one to know one,” he said in a laughing voice. “God, Vanessa. You make me feel so good. Thank you.”

  The simple thanks touched her deeply. “You’re welcome.”

  He chuckled. “Now you’re supposed to thank me for having such skills. I mean, come on. My tongue is golden.”

  “Hmm. True. But you’re a bit cocky for my ta
ste. We’ll have to work that out of you…next time.”

  “Yes, mistress,” he said, as if trying to sound meekly obedient.

  “Goof.” She tugged his chest hair, and he winced. “How about this? Thank you, Cameron, for making this a wonderful Valentine’s Day. I’m normally not a big fan of Cupid, in any form.”

  “Yeah.” He sighed and hugged her tight. “This might not come out right. I should be more romantic and less competitive, but somehow I can’t help thinking that our Valentine’s Day seriously kicked my brothers’ collective asses. I mean, you and me? Dinner, wine, chocolates? And the sex wasn’t half bad.”

  They laughed softly together, kissing and cuddling.

  Vanessa Ann Campbell willingly cuddled with a man, lingering in the intimacy after sex.

  God, she was really losing it. Worse, she couldn’t seem to make herself care.

  ***

  Mike finished a terrific meal with his mother, having enjoyed himself more than he’d expected he would. His mother looked beautiful, and despite the sadness he’d occasionally glimpsed in her eyes, she seemed to be having a great time. They talked about Colin, his brothers, and even the newly developing relationship Cam seemed to have going on with Vanessa. Best of all, she didn’t mention him dating once. Thank God.

  After they left the restaurant and took in an overly sentimental chick flick together—only for his mother—he drove them back to her house. “You sure you don’t want to stay with us tonight?”

  She laughed. “I’m not sick. I’m not scared. And I’m not lonely. You have work and Colin has school tomorrow. I’ll be fine here. Without your father messing up the house, it’s actually quite nice to have my evenings to myself.”