Camilla's POV continues
I lean against the counter and he mirrors my action, making me laugh. He places the water bottle but places the lid in my hand, I take it and narrow my eyebrows at him. “I'm just wondering what's going on, I mean we saw each other a few days ago. Why would you drive six hours just to bring me flowers?”
Clifford let's out a mocking version of a laugh, mystifying me. “You can't be serious baby,” I shrug and he nods, letting out another laugh. At this point, I'm eager to know just what it is that is funny here. I hit his arm playfully and he feigned pain, “Come on, you can't suck a man's dick like you're sucking on candy and expect him not to follow you around like a lost pup.”
I try to swallow the laugh that tickles the back of my throat but it rips through me with a force.
He couldn't be serious could he? I mean he did say I gave a good blow job but I considered it an after-nut fallacy. I try to halt my laughter but it burns in my cheeks when I do, “You're here to tell me how much you like it when I suck your dick? Hmm, I'm honoured.” I giggle, “But,” I whisper. “You could have sent a text, you didn't have to come all the way into the lion's den with flowers and chocolates. All you have to do is ask, I don't need a bribe to suck your dick.”
Clifford clears his throat and grins, “Well, you're very good at it.”
“Well, I have a liking for your dick.”
“Fuck, you're so hot when you talk dirty.” He leans into me and I grin, “Can I kiss you right now?”
My grin widens, Clifford always asks me if it's okay to hug me or kiss me to ensure I don't get uncomfortable and I appreciate it because sometimes I don't feel like shaking hands or talking. I appreciate the consideration and patience he has with me but it doesn't make me forget, he is borrowed.
Soon he will go back to his mate and I'll be stuck here with mine. I want to kiss him but it would be disrespectful to Adrian as Alpha, kissing another man in his house. I toss the lid he placed in my hand and use the now vacant hand to caress Clifford's arm with a grin. “I love that you always ask.” I whisper, “But you can't kiss me here.”
“Why?” He breathes.
The sound of someone clearing their throat and a growl echoes the room. I know who it is before I turn to look, which I don't.
“That's why.” I say backing away from him, but staying within arms reach. Now I take a look at the owner of the growl and the throat cleared. It's Santiago and Adrian, the lid I threw landed at Adrian's feet. I don't know why I didn't hear or smell them as they entered but fuck, Santiago is holding Adrian's arm. When my eyes trail to him questionably, he released Adrian.
They both come further in, Clifford is holding himself pretty well for someone who just met Adrian at his least possible best. Both men step forward, making me tense a little as I inch closer to Clifford in a panic. Santiago is the first to speak, “Hey, Cami.” He grins lazily.
I open my mouth to respond to him but before a word leaves my mouth, Adrian speaks. “Who the fuck is this?” He demands, his jaw clenching.
I lick my lips and smile faintly, “My friend, Cliffy.”
Adrian looks between the two of us, “Your friend? I don't know what kind of friend's you've got but friends don't stick their tongues down friends throats Camilla.”
I know that but I didn't kiss Clifford so I don't understand the overreaction considering I just flirted with him but-
How long were they standing there, did they hear everything I said? I look at Santiago and he winks, reading my face. Oh God, this can't be happening. “Let it go Adrian, let's go. Cami and her friend need their space.”
“Their space in my house? You want me to give this..” he points to Clifford, keeping his eyes on Santiago. “This, Justin Bieber knockoff motherfucker an opening to screw my Luna, in my kitchen? Are you out of your fucking mind Santiago!”
Justin Bieber knockoff?
Come on, that's a little mean. I frown as I look at Clifford who is looking pretty scared and confused at the same time. “Don’t worry about it, like I said earlier, the devil has a thing for me where he pretends he wants me but he doesn't want me but won't let anyone that truly wants me have me.” I whisper to him.
Santiago let out a snort, it's then that I realised I wasn't so whisper-ish with my whisper because they heard me. I ignore the setback and turn to Clifford. “I think I should leave.” He tells me.
Santiago chuckles, “You think?”
I take a deep breath and gulp, “Thanks for the flowers, I'll see you tomorrow. Lunch, my treat and I'm not talking no for an answer.”
Clifford grins lightly, “Of course, whatever you want baby.” He says taking a few steps back, I follow behind him but halt when Adrian glares at me.
“I'll walk you out.” Santiago offers, his gaze shifting to Adrian, “Safely.” he adds.
“Bye Cliff.”
Clifford offers me a smile which fades when Adrian decides to speak again. “Cliff, unless you desire to be thrown off a cliff, I suggest you don't call my girl baby and definitely don't try to fuck her in my kitchen.” He warns. No one responds but the look cliff gives me he will heed Adrian's warning and this is the end of our situation-ship.
When Santiago and Cliff disappear, Adrian grabs my arm and I flinch, giving him a querying expression. “This is what you've been doing, sucking knock off Justin Bieber's dick?”
Okay so the nickname sticks. I almost laugh but the shivers trailing down my spine don't allow me. “Yes.” I tell him, my inner psycho feeling a little too bold for my liking. I bit my lip to stop the next words but they came out anyway plus I was told to tease him so I took advantage of the opportunity. “I liked it and he liked it too, so much so that he drove six hours to give flowers.” I pout.
His eyes flicker between the bouquet of flowers and me before solely resting on me. “You're to throw those flowers in the trash right now.”
I shake my head, “Nope, I like white roses and Cliffy spent a lot of money on them so I will be keeping them.”
“I don't like knockoff Justin Bieber or them, so trash them or else-” He warns.
I roll my eyes and gulp so fast he misses the action, “The flowers are not for you, you don't have to like them, I do and I'm keeping them or I can go back to my parents house with my roses and fuck Cliffy in their kitchen.” I tease.
Adrian let out a growl, his grip on my arm tightening, “This how you want to play Camilla? Fine, lets fucking play. You can keep your cheap flowers, but you're going to be punished for trying to fuck that boy in my kitchen.”
I wanted to interrupt him when he called the flowers cheap but I stayed quiet for the sake of peace, which judging by his contemptuous expression, I won't be getting.
He drags me out the kitchen with him, as we make it past the stairs, Santiago and everyone we encounter stares fearfully.
Our destination is my bedroom, he pushes the door behind him when we are both inside. I fold my arms over my chest defensively as he circles me, like his prey. “On your knees Camilla.” He whispers into my ear. I ignore the request and shake my head, afraid if I speak I'll screw up.
“GET. ON. YOUR. FUCKING. KNEES.” He snaps.
That does it, the growl sending shivers down my spine as I drop to my knees.
Adrian's hand fists my hair and yanks it down, forcing me to peer at him. “Take it out.” He roars softly.
I ponder over his request for a second, my eyes widen at the realization of what he wants me to do. My mouth runs Sahara dry as I begin to fiddle with his belt, keeping my eyes on his. When I finally take the belt off, I do away with his zipper, yanking his pants down along with his briefs. My eyes widen as I stagger back an inch when I get a glimpse of his cock, Adrian chuckles bitterly at my reaction. I take a look at his gritty length, it's magnificent.
I didn't think I would ever use that word on a cock but here we are, and there is no other word I can use because his cock is exactly that. In both length and width, he is packing hard. God must have his favourites, Adrian despite all his devilish ways is top of that list. Like come on, Adrian is absolute perfection and he carries Big D energy.
I figured he was big because of the fuss about being under him that women make having being under him but this? I can't stomach this.
Tease him, they said.
Now I'm faced with the largest cock I've ever laid my eyes on, nope, I can't do this.
If it were an inch, no three inches smaller, I would give it a try but it's -
Something hard collides with my left cheek and I gasp.
Did he?
I look up at Adrian grinning at me maliciously. He slapped me with his cock, is this normal?
“Open your mouth like a good girl so I can fuck you like the bad girl you've been.”
My mouth? No, I can't do this.
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