Author’s Note: I was scared to put this fic down as an option for my 600 Follower giveaway because, 1) I knew this thirsty crew would jump all over it, and 2) I didn’t know if I’d be able to write something even half as good as the original Dirty D(eeds). But after a month of brainstorming, a bottle of wine and a few margaritas (not all at once!), it’s finally done. I hope this lives up to everyone’s expectations after the wonderful reception Part One received.
You can (and should!) read Part One here. This picks up right where we left Damien and Cami.
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As Camille leaned down to unlock the handcuffs, she placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. “You did good Detective, you answered all of my questions to my satisfaction.” She released him from his confines and he stood up slowly, rubbing his wrists where he had pulled against the metal. “I’d be happy to reward you for your cooperation.” She smirked over her shoulder as she sashayed back over to the table and set the handcuffs down with a clank.
She felt him behind her before she even had a chance to turn around. He placed one hand on lower back, bending her over before taking one hand in his and then the other to place them flat on the table in front of her. He pressed himself against her ass and placed his nose in the crook of her neck, whispering gruffly in her ear. “I’d like to show you what I had in mind that first time I saw you in that skirt. Are you ready?”
A shiver ran up Camille’s spine, a chill of anticipation despite the moist heat of his breath tickling the flesh on her neck. Already buzzing from her orgasm just moments before, she could feel the dampness pooling in her panties as her body yearned for more. “Yes …” was all she could mutter, her voice coming out in a breathy exhale while Damien rubbed himself languidly against her backside. She stood still and waited patiently, relishing the feel of his hard body pressed along hers.
Damien took a step back without warning, leaving her standing cold and alone grasping the table. She flicked a curious glance over her shoulder, only to find him watching her with a wicked smirk on his lips. She could tell he wanted her already … that much was evident by his engorged cock that had just trailed its way across her the lace of her undies. But what really got her was that look in his eye, the one that drove her crazy … the one that hinted at the truly naughty things rolling around in that dirty little mind of his. That look sent a jolt of electricity through her body as she turned around to face him head on, pressing the backs of her thighs against the table. “Well, Mr. Detective Man?” she taunted him, quirking her brow playfully.
“Hmm …” Damien chuckled softly, inching towards her slowly as he looked her up and down. “Patience, Baby. I’m in charge now.” He stopped directly in front of her, slipping his body in between her legs and leaning forward so that she was arching her back and pressing her bare breasts against his torso. She felt his hard-on warm on her belly, the tiny bead of excited moisture slicked across her skin. Her core pulsed, aching to be filled by him after the faint contact. He dipped his head low, capturing her lips in a slow kiss before his mouth traveled along her jaw.
“You asked what I wanted to do to you.” He whispered in a gravelly tone against her cheek before dropping to his knees before her, rubbing his thumbs over her hipbones and trailing little nips along the edges of her panties. “I wondered how you smelled …” he murmured in a husky voice, nuzzling down over the fabric towards her center, “I wanted to pull you to me and inhale your scent.” He pressed his nose into her folds through the lace, the tip of it tickling her nub as he breathed her in deeply. “Mmm … and you’re just as sweet as I had hoped.” Camille felt the tingles radiating from her belly through her body to her limbs, his words filling her with a longing for release again.
Damien hooked his thumb and forefinger on her panties, a half-smile meeting his lips as he raised his eyes to find her dark stare upon him, waiting with bated breath. His eyes remained locked on hers as he slid the garment slowly over her hips, down her thighs and past her knees, dropping them in a puddle of lace at her feet. One hand slid back up her legs, finding the wet heat between her thighs and massaging gently. Camille’s head fell back with a gasp, the tension in her body gradually accumulating. “Look at me.” Damien demanded in a low growl. Camille tilted her head down just as he removed his fingers, putting two fingers slick with her juices into his mouth and pulling them out slowly. He gave a soft groan of appreciation and his eyes flickered shut for a moment, but when they reopened his pupils were darker and his eyes danced hungrily to hers. “I wanted to taste you for myself, I imagined you tasted delicious.” He wrapped one hand around her hip and kneaded the top of her ass, the other one gripped her left thigh and threw it over his shoulder. He nibbled his way up her inner thigh, his gaze never leaving hers as he approached her aching core. “And I was so fucking right.” He murmured in a husky voice before he licked his tongue along her slit, lapping at her clit as Camille shuddered and grasped his hair in her fingers to steady herself.
“Ah fuck, D.” She moaned, bucking her hips against his mouth as she guided him with her hands. Not that the man needed any help, he knew exactly how to tease her. Flicking her nub with the flat of his tongue, then plunging it into the entrance of her center … alternating until she was panting and moaning, gyrating on his tongue. Damien knew her body so well, knew how to push her over the edge … so as soon as her legs started shaking, he latched on to her clit and inserted two fingers to pound into her, thrusting until she came with a yell only seconds later. He laughed softly against her slick skin, a look of pride on his face as he wiped his mouth against the flesh of her thigh.
Camille stumbled a bit as her leg fell back to the floor and Damien stood upright, pressing small kisses along her shoulders and neck while she drifted down from her high. “Damn, D … I think I really like your fantasies.”
“Hmm …” Damien let out a indistinct noise, something between a half-chuckle and half-moan, as he continued to blaze a trail up her neck and jaw. “That was for you, I always insist on ladies first …” he murmured, pressing a sensuous kiss against her lips before pulling away. He ran his thumb along her lower lip, pulling it down to expose the soft, wet flesh inside. “Mmm, but don’t think I didn’t think about all the naughty things I would do with this mouth.”
Fuck, Camille felt the heat pooling again in her belly at his dirty words. She loved to suck his beautiful cock almost as much as he loved it when she did. “Oh really??” She whispered in a teasing tone, stepping up on her tip toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips before sliding down his body to her knees.
She licked along his inner thigh, wrapping one hand around to his backside and kneading his cheek as she pulled him closer. Her fingers trailed along his other thigh, eliciting a groan from Damien as she let them settle to cup the crown jewels nestled between his legs. Her eyes met his as she tilted her head upwards, giving him a naughty smirk when she grasped his dick in her palm and pumped him a few times. He was already breathing hard by the time she opened wide and took his whole length in the mouth.
Camille started slowly, moving back and forward with her mouth along his member as she adjusted to his size. However hearing his breathy grunts above her was all the encouragement she needed to pick up the pace, taking him deeper and deeper until she could feel the tip of his cock pounding at the back of her throat. She couldn’t deny she loved the feeling of power it gave her to control his pleasure so completely like this.
“Fuuuuccckkk, Cami … that’s so fucking good.” Damien encouraged her, lacing his fingers through her hair as he thrust into her mouth. “God, Baby you’re so good at that.” But when Camille felt him start pulsing in her mouth, she was surprised to feel him pull her away as he stepped back panting. “Damnit, Cami, I’m so close …” he exhaled in short pants, “but I’m not done with you yet.”
Damien pulled her to her feet, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her naked body against his. His mouth met hers in a fervent kiss, only pulling away just a moment later and pressing his forehead to hers as he steadied his breathing. He finally opened his eyes, staring deep into her bluish-green orbs and lifting one hand to trace a finger along her cheek. He gave her a soft smile, his lustful glare full of affection as well. “Turn around, Baby.” He commanded, his voice deliberate and firm.
Camille could feel the anticipation flooding her senses as she turned again to face the table, her body thrumming to be touched and nipped and fucked. Damien gently coaxed her forward over the table, taking both hands in his and pressing them to the table in front of her. One hand ghosted the curve of her hips, gripping her ass before raising itself and – smack!- meeting her cheek again. She shuddered at the contact, then writhed back against him desperately. “You know what I really wanted to do to you that day, don’t you?” He groaned against the flesh of her neck, slick with sweat and sensitive to every flicker of air and graze of his lips.
“Hmmm?” She whined, her only method of questioning in her current lust-filled state.
Damien’s hand kneaded at the meaty skin of her behind again, before raising it again and – smack!- making swift contact at the now-stinging flesh. Camille jumped forwarded in pleasant response, then pushed back wiggling against him, begging for more. She felt his hot mouth at her ear, his soft breaths tickling her skin. “I wanted to bend you over my desk in that very office, just like this. I wanted to pull that tight little skirt up around your waist so I could admire that hot little ass of yours up close and personal.” He rubbed his palm over her plump round cheek, down her curves and then towards her dripping center, causing her to gasp softly and instinctively buck her hips back against his digits. She felt the rumble of laughter deep in his chest pressed against her back, knowing he was enjoying this entirely too much. “I wanted to feel how wet you were for me, how much you wanted me …” he slid one fingertip into her core gently, circling the outer rim in a tauntingly slow rhythm. Camille squirmed at his touch, desperate for him now. “I wanted to drive you wild until you begged me for it.” His voice dropped to a low growl, and Cami could hear the sound of his hand pumping his dick behind her.
“Please D …” she whispered softly, pushing back against his hand.
“Please … what?” He asked, his tone commanding yet proud.
“Please … please fuck me, D.” She begged him without restraint. The only thing that mattered right now was her and him and the carnal satisfaction that they both were yearning.
“How do you want me to fuck you, Baby?” He stroked his cock through her wet heat, covering himself in her arousal. “Do you want me to be gentle … go easy on you?” His tip tickled her entrance, driving her beyond crazy to feel him inside of her.
“Hard … fuck me hard.” She whimpered.
“That’s my girl.” Damien growled and slammed his length inside of her, causing her to jolt forward and grip the table upon impact with a loud moan. He waited for her to steady herself against the surface before pulling back out slowly and then pounding into her again.
Damien repeated this tortuous rhythm, in and out, fucking her hard until she was groaning his name. “Damien! Ugh, god!!”
Damien’s lips quirked up in a boastful smirk as he continued thrusting into her, one hand gripping her hip while the other laced through her golden waves. “That’s it, Baby, say my name! Say my name when you come for me.”
After the constant stimulation, his commanding tone was all it took to send Camille tumbling over the edge again. She felt her walls begin pulsing around his cock, the pleasure emanating from her lower belly through her entire body as she convulsed in ecstasy. “Oh yeah, Damien!” The fluttering of her climax around him drove Damien to his own, thrusting into her a few more times until he let himself go, spilling himself inside of her with a low groan.
As they came out of their daze, pushing away from the table to stand upright, Damien placed soft satisfied kisses along the back of her neck and shoulders. “Mmmmm …”. Camille giggled at his obvious contentment, turning around to face him and looping her arms around his neck. She tugged the hair at the nape of his neck, looking up to meet his drowsy stare. “So, was your fantasy as good in reality as you hoped?”
A dopey grin spread across his lips and he hummed with satisfaction, closing his eyes briefly and taking a deep breath before meeting her gaze again. He leaned in close, pressing his forehead against hers. “Mmm, no Baby … it was even better.”
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