79 - More Secrets

Cookie is going to have a field day with you on his crew. You may end up with your own crew in a short period of time. - Camille





By the time Camille closed her eyes and slept in blissful exhaustion on Darkness’ shoulder, the sun was just cresting the horizon. And when she opened her eyes, the sun was high in the sky and the other side of the bed was empty.





Sliding out of bed, she winced at the slight tenderness between her legs. Her reflection smiled back at her from the mirror as she looked at the marks on her thighs, hips and neck. Fingerprints showed where he had held her last night – on the inside of her thighs where he held her legs open to eat her out, on the outside where he held her thighs as he drove into her and on her hips from when he was behind her.





Surprisingly, there were no marks on her wrists from being cuffed to the headboard. But there were plenty of marks from where the paddle had struck her thighs. Brat was still clearly legible in a few places. Her hand went to the small mark on her neck where Darkness had bitten and sucked a little too hard.





Not that she was complaining. Darkness had been thorough in his love-making and in his domination. She could have asked for nothing more than what he had given her for her first experience. Her only regret was that she had not had him in her mouth. But today was just starting for them.





Glancing between her dress and his shirt, she chose his shirt and slid it on. Only the buttons at the top that were not fastened the night before remained on the shirt.





Holding it closed, she padded barefoot down the hall and towards the voices that were coming from the living room. As she neared, she pulled the shirt tighter around her body.





“…overnight before. Just wanted to check in.”





“Yeah,” Darkness said, and she could hear the pride in his voice, “the Jeep belongs to my fiancé.”





“Oh, I didn’t realize that you were engaged.”





“We are as of last night.”





Camille came around the corner and felt the other man’s eyes scrape over her. When his eyes met hers, there was no judgment, only amusement.





“You must be the future Mrs. Darkness.”





Camille couldn’t help but give a little laugh as she smiled at him, “Yes, sir.”





Turning, Darkness smiled at her as he held out a hand to her. She snuggled in against his side and rested her free hand on his bare abdomen. He wrapped one strong arm around her and reached around his back with his other hand. He carefully pried her hand free as David spoke with her.





Camille pressed in closer to Darkness when she felt the shirt fall open as he pulled her hand around to rest on his opposite hip.





“He’s been an absolute godsend to us. My son, Damien, just absolutely adores him. Keeps wanting to come back over and help them some more.”





“I’ll come get him when we start painting,” Darkness promised.





“He would love that,” David laughed. “He wears that tiny hard hat every chance he gets.”





“Oh!” Camille exclaimed, and she looked up at Darkness with a giant smile. She moved slightly and then pressed back against him as she felt the fall open a little more. The smile that Darkness gave her made heat rush to her core because he also felt the shirt open, and they were once again skin to skin.





“I have a picture of him helping you blow the insulation.”





Darkness nodded at her as David asked, “Can I get a copy of that? My wife would love it.”





“Absolutely, I’ll get it printed out for you. Unless you want a digital copy. I can get that over to you later today.”





“Is there any way that I could get both?”





“Absolutely.”





“Now there is another reason that I came over,” David admitted. “Jenna’s parents are moving to Arizona for my father-in-law’s health, not that you really care about that. Anyway, my wife has shown them pictures of everything that you’ve done over here. They are wanting to turn it into a short-term rental since it has six bedrooms. Would you consider taking on their house as a project? It would be a paid project and not for rent.”





“I can put it to my godfather, Zydeco, he’s the foreman of my crew,” Darkness told him. “I don’t see a problem with it, we only have one more project on the books right now.”





“That sounds great,” David smiled. “I’ll let you two get back to …” he cocked his eyebrow at Darkness, “celebrating.”





“Oh, yeah,” Darkness chuckled. “There is some serious celebrating going on here.”





Laughing, David offered the other man a fist bump. After confirming when Darkness and Zydeco could come look at Jenna’s parent’s house and work out the details before they left for Arizona in April, the other man walked down the walkway and towards his own house.





After closing the door, Darkness turned his attention to the woman who was still pressed against him. “Are you hungry?”





“I am.”





The admission was soft, but heavy with innuendo. He grinned down at her as they shifted slightly to face each other. The shirt was hanging open now, and he looked at her body with a dark and carnal hunger.





“What do you want?” the simple question was practically growled.





“You,” she admitted quietly.





“Lose the shirt.”





She pulled it off the shirt and let it fall to the ground. Keeping her eyes on his, she sank to her knees and waited for his permission. He gave her a little nod and her hands moved to his waist band. Pulling down his zipper, she tugged the cloth down his legs. He stepped out of the cotton and kicked it away from him.





Camille gripped him at the base of his cock before she ran her tongue up his length. She swirled her tongue around his head, paying extra attention to the C-bar of his Prince Albert piercing. He gave a soft moan as she trailed kisses back down to the silver balls of his lorum piercing at the juncture of his shaft and balls.





Another moan escaped him as she sucked one ball into her mouth. Her hand stroked up and down his shaft as she sucked on one ball and then the other. When he growled her name, she grinned up at him and made her way back up his shaft.





Continuing to stroke him, Camille sucked on just the head of his cock. His large hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and encouraged her to take more of his length in her mouth. Giving a soft hum, she adjusted her head and his shaft before moving down him.





She pulled back before moving back down a little further than before. Repeating the motions, she took him into her mouth until he touched the back of her throat. Adjusting herself again, he felt her swallow him.





A guttural groan escaped him just before he began swearing in Creole. Camille pulled back and then went down a little further. More swear words, in Creole and English, flew out of his mouth as she took almost the full length of him into her mouth and throat.





“_Ma Belle_, Camille, I’m going to cum.”





She hummed in acknowledgment, causing him to lose himself and began thrusting roughly into her mouth. The idea that she had the power over him caused him to lose control.





With a final thrust, his hips rocked forward as his hand forced her head down a little further.  Ropes of cum shot out of him and down her throat. He braced his hand against the wall behind her as he caught his breath.





“Camille, baby…” he pulled back slightly, and she shifted to accommodate his remaining length. “_Ma Belle_, where did you learn such wonderful talents?”





Sitting back on her heels after he pulled his cock out of her mouth with a soft pop. A line of saliva and cum stretched between her mouth and his shaft. She reached up and wiped her mouth and chin.





“Are you sure that you want to know?” she asked softly with a mischievous grin.





“Probably not,” he admitted with a small grin as he helped her to her feet. Kissing her, Darkness pushed her against the wall, savoring the taste of his own cum on her tongue and lips. “I’ve never had anyone take me so far.”





She gave a small laugh, “I have my secrets.”





“I’m loving your secrets,” he gave her another light kiss. “Are you still hungry?”





Smiling against his lips, she gave a little laugh. “I’m starving for real food.”





“Then let’s get you dressed and then fed.”





“What are you going to wear?”





“A grin.”