C3 Chapter 3

~CAMILLE~

~CAMILLE~

I stare through the glass of the car as we make our way through the long quiet street of Naville Avenue. He diverts into a lane and drives through a long breezy road before reaching a private estate with a huge gate, which is built away from other houses. He drives through another long quiet road before he stops in front of a huge golden gate which opens as soon as he places his fingerprint on a small device by the side of the steering.

My eyes grow wide in awe at the modern stylish mansion which sits on high ground with glowing lights which brightens up the driveway. The building is a glass mansion which looks like it was made from flawless architectural designs.

Just as we step out from the car, three people all dressed in white and black uniforms come out to greet us. He even has servants?

"Welcome back Sir Niklaus. Should we..." The only man who has an apron on starts to say but Niklaus cuts him off.

"No thank you, butler Stevenson..." He waves off whatever it was that the butler wanted to say. It seems he already knows. "You are free for the night."

The butler nods his head and then Niklaus turns to me. "Let's go inside." He leads me inside the house and my mouth opens in shock at the beauty of the house. The inside is way more beautiful and magnificent than the outside. I watch Niklaus take off his jacket and my cheeks flush when my eyes fall on his chest. Holy moly! How can one man own such beautiful body? I watch him make his way over to me giving me a clearer view of those unholy abs. Taking a clearer look, I can see that he has tattoos on the right side of his chest and down his stomach close to his waist. They aren't too much though but they are beautiful and big, so they take up much space on his body. Oh gosh, one might think I'm a pervert right now with the way I am staring at his body.

"Should I get you a drink?" He asks me and it takes me a moment to register what he just asked.

"Um, no, I'm good."

"Well, I'm thirsty." He says with a grin on his face as his eyes stare right at mine.

"Oh, you are? You should get a drink then."

"That's exactly what I'm about to do." He licks his bottom lips and to my surprise, he reaches for my waist and pulls me against his chest and without wasting time, he clashes his lips with mine. His kiss is more urgent this time and it takes me a moment to catch up with his speed. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist before he carries me up the golden staircase and then through a hallway. As he continues kissing me, he opens the door to a large room before he gently places me on the bed but then I place my hands against his chest, stopping him and he pauses with a confused expression.

"You want me to stop?" He asks in a calm voice.

I shake my head, "No." Instead of jumping right into it, I want to take things slow. If I am going to be distracted, then it has to be properly. Just like he wants to satisfy me, I am going to do the same.

"I... I want to give you a handjob first." What the heck did I just say? I want to what? Why did I say that as if I am an expert in it? And who gives a handjob on a one night stand? Oh, Camille.

Niklaus moves away from me and lie on his back against the bed before lifting himself up against the headboard.

"Okay then, let's do it that way. Come to me." He agreed? I thought he was going to brush it aside as childish. He holds his hand out for me and I move over and place my hand in his. He covers my hand with his and pulls me over his body. I place my knees at his sides and straddle his lap. My stomach begins to stir as I feel our bodies touching.

"Now, this is a very exciting position." He smirks at me. I swallow hard as I start getting nervous. What... what should I do now? I might not actually be a virgin but trust me, I act like a virgin when it comes to a lot of things during sex. I am used to being pleased and not the other way round but tonight, I want to try something new even if it's with a stranger. Max was not my first boyfriend but he was my first every other thing. He was the first person I had sex with and the first person I fell in love with.

I let out a quick sigh and slowly move my hands to his bare chest. I gently press my hands against his chest before I slowly trace my fingers over the lines of the tattoo on his chest and he closes his eyes. I slowly move my fingers down to his waistline and caresses his skin softly and I hear him sigh lightly. I guess I'm having quite an effect on him. I trail my hand gently along the waistband of his trousers. Jeez, I am so nervous right now. I slowly remove his belt and slide down his trousers before placing my hand on top of his boxers. I slide it down slowly and as I wrap my hand around his length, he sucks in air between his teeth and licks his lips.

The last time I tried to do this for Max, it ended in disaster. I embarrassed myself, fumbling through what was supposed to be a simple handjob until he told me to stop and just let him take over. I’d almost squeezed the life out of him, and after that, we never tried again. I even watched videos afterward and bought dildos, hoping to get it right the next time, but there never was a next time. He never asked. He never wanted it.

Looking back, my moments with Max were nothing like what I had hoped for. He was my first, and I thought his restraint meant respect—that he didn’t want to push me because I was a virgin. But now I’m not so sure. Maybe he was already with Ava. Maybe I was just a convenience he used until she was ready to be with him.

We barely did foreplay. He’d told me it was because I was inexperienced, and I believed him. But the truth is clear now: I was stupid. If I can have this kind of effect on a stranger, why couldn’t I have the same on my ex? The answer is simple. Either he stopped wanting me… or he never loved me at all.

I shake my head and chide myself for thinking about him. I slowly start stroking him, feeling every throb. I stare at him as I work my hand on his length watching the way he seems to be at my mercy, muscles tauting as I tighten my grip. I hope silently not to grip him too hard to repeat my mistake. I would just die from embarassment. Each stroke pulls rugged moan from him and it gives me a little confidence that I'm doing well. I guess all those videos and practice with dildos helped.

"Hmm." He groans quietly with his eyes still shut. I don't know if I should increase my speed or not, I guess I should just go slow. I lean closer and starts trailing soft kisses against his neck earning a moan from him.

"Hmm, that feels good." he says softly. "Keep going. Go faster." He whispers.

My lips trail along his neck, my tongue brushing his skin before I suck on his earlobe. He jerks, a low sound rumbling in his chest, and I quicken my pace around him while scattering rapid kisses down his throat. His hands find my chest, cupping my breasts, and the sudden pressure makes me gasp.

I claim his mouth again, and he kisses me back with hard urgency, his lips demanding, his tongue rough. His fingers knead my breasts through the fabric, slow and purposeful, before sliding to the back of my gown. The zipper lowers with an unhurried tug, and the dress slips down to my waist.

He unclaspes my bra with practiced ease, the straps falling from my shoulders like silk. His palms close over my nipples, his thumb and forefinger teasing until a shiver wracks my body. His mouth captures mine once more, his kiss devouring, leaving me no space to breathe, no space to think.

"Hmm" I moan into his mouth as I increase the speed of my hand movement around him. I continue to move my hand up and down as our tongues explore each other's mouth.

"Fuck. I'm going to cum. Look at me." He says, pulling my face to his before exploding in my hands and I too feel wet down there by just seeing him cum and staring at me with so much in his eyes. I watch come down from his climax, staring at me with satisfaction. Should I applaud myself right now or what?

"That was fucking good, I have never cum so fast before." Niklaus says with a lazy smile on his face.

"Seriously?" I ask with a disbelieving expression on my face. Is he trying to say that I am the first person to make him cum that fast? Me?

He nods, "Yes, I never cum by just a handjob. It's a first."

"So does that mean I'm good?"

"It means you're fucking more than that." His palms cradle my cheeks as his mouth claims mine, his lips closing around my bottom lip in a slow, deliberate suck. My tongue slips past his, and he answers with a hungry pull, his hands gliding down until they grip my waist. He shifts, leaning back against the headboard, tugging me closer until the kiss deepens, rougher, needier. Then, just as abruptly, he breaks away, his breath warm against my skin as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Don’t you think it’s my turn to return the favor?” he asks, and I blink at him, confused. The favor? Then it hits me, and heat floods my cheeks. I avert my gaze, knowing I must be blushing like a fool.

His arm tightens around my waist before I can think, and in the next second he flips us, his body pressing me into the mattress. He braces himself on one arm, the other tugging my gown down and tossing it to the floor. His fingers trace a slow, deliberate path over my bare thighs, leaving a shiver in their wake.

"So sexy." He says softly and gives me a light squeeze making me jump a little. He moves his head down and places light kisses on my knee making his way upward.

His eyes fall on my wet panties and he smirks. "You are already wet for me..." He bit his bottom lip. "I want to taste that wet pussy of yours, Camille. May I?"