Cameron Loves Mia: Heaven

Mia sat in the driver's seat, applying the last of her eyeliner. She never really liked wearing makeup, only sporting lipgloss and mascara most of the time. Suddenly, she heard her phone vibrating in the passenger seat.

"Hey, Cam! Wassup?" She asked, tucking her phone underneath her ear as she searched for blush in her small makeup bag.

"Whatchu doin' tonight?" Cameron asked.

"Gays night, me and the whores are goin' out. Why, wassup?"

"I was gon' ask if you wanted to go to a party my homie's throwin'."

"House party?" She asked.

"Mm-hmm," he answered.

She could hear the faint sounds of men laughing in the background.

"Ugh, I wish. We goin' bar hoppin' tonight. Rain check?"

"Shiiit, ain't no more parties left 'til graduation."

"I ain't missin' that shit!"

"I'ma hold you to that," he said, "'Cause I ain't tryna hear none of that fomo shit later on."

"I promise I'm not. I'on care what the fuck I'm doin', I am NOT missin' grad night."

"Aight, be safe out there, yeah?" he asked.

"Will do. Have fun!" She replied.

"I'll shoot you some pics."

"Bet."

She hangs up the phone just as someone opens the passenger door.

"Who was that?" They asked as they sat down, closing the door after them.

A masculine woman, wearing a grey basketball jersey and a matching fitted cap, pulled down the visor in front of them, checking their reflection in the mirror as they tucked away the flap of their durag.

"Cam," Mia answered.

"He comin'?"

"Hell no," she chuckled, "Why would I invite him to 'gay's night?'"

"'Cause you invite that nigga everywhere," they answered, rolling their eyes as they flipped the visor back to its original position.

"I ain't dumb, Tootie, I know the rule."

"I'm just sayin'," Tootie replied, "You don't go NOWHERE without that nigga."

"We gon' keep sittin' here or what? 'Cause we still gotta go pick up the twins."

"I'm calling 'em up right now," Tootie said, fastening their seatbelt.

"This don't look like no bar, Tootie," Mia said, squinting as she peered through the darkness.

"I ain't got no bar MONEY. We at my cousin' house."

"Why you ain't say that?" One of the twins spoke up from the back seat.

"C'mon, Tootie, we came to get lit! Not go to a fuckin' family reunion," said the other.

"Aye, y'all wanna BUY drinks or GET drinks?" Tootie asked.

"All I know is, some shit pop off, I'm fuckin' leavin'." Mia stated.

"Why y'all trippin', fam? I got it! We cool." Tootie said, trying their best to sound convincing. "Pull up right here."

"Ayo, TREY!" Tootie yelled as they walked through the door.

The house was already crowded; Mia joined hands with the twins as they maneuvered their way through the living room, into the kitchen. They watched as Tootie approached a tall, slim man, and greeted him with their own personal handshake. It was clear that they'd gotten themselves into a groove, completely doing away with introductions.

"Y'all stay here," Mia yelled over the music, "I'ma go find the drinks."

After a few minutes, she returned with three half-full solo cups, each covered in saran wrap with a straw punched into it, secured with a rubber band.

"Girl, what the hell?" One of the twins yelled, laughing as they grabbed a cup.

"I mean, I LIKE it," shouted the other.

"Right?" Mia replied, shouting. "Safety first, bitches," she yelled, raising her cup. "TOOTIE! Where the bud at?!"

Two paternal twins in coordinating outfits danced by the bonfire in the backyard, laughing wildly as they passed a half-finished backwood to Mia, sitting in a worn down lawn chair. Singing along to the music pumping from inside, it took a while for her to notice a message on her phone: 1 attachment from Cameron. She grinned, hoping to see him enjoying himself, wherever he was.

Instead, what she saw was a picture of her sitting in a lawn chair, seemingly taken from inside of the house. She sat up suddenly, eyes wide.

"What the fuck?" She said to herself, frantically looking around for the culprit. She then received a text message:

[Hallway, 1st left door]

Befuddled, she stood up, making her way back into the house.

"I'll be right back!" She shouted over the music, barely catching the twins' attention.

"Hello? Hellooo?" Mia knocked on the door twice before entering.

She'd only slipped halfway through the door before being yanked into the bathroom by a tall, dark figure wearing a plain black crew-neck, a simple gold chain dangling around his neck. He quickly pushed the door shut, locking it behind her.

"Cameron, what the fuck are you DOIN' here?" She laughed; she didn't realize how crossfaded she was until now.

"Sshhh," he hissed, grabbing both sides of her face.

He kissed her with urgency, as if he'd been itching to get his hands on her all night. Before she could react, he pulled her up by her backside, her snug-fitting black dress just barely covering the tops of her thighs, and placed her on the edge of the sink.

Breathless and dizzy, she reached for the edge of the sink to help balance herself. He clumsily grabbed the back of her head with one hand, his tongue hungry for hers, and began pulling at his black joggers with the other. With just enough clarity to figure out what was going on, she rushed to reach for him, quickly pushing his shoulders back.

"I don't want people lookin' for me," she whispered hurriedly.

"They won't," he murmured back, sliding both hands up her thighs as he kissed her again, reaching underneath her dress.

His vein-covered hands gripped her hips, yanking her closer to him. Afraid she might fall, Mia slammed her hands onto the countertop, bewildered by how hurried he was. His fingers searched for her underwear, a simple, black thong, and gently slid them aside. Cameron's aching length bobbed out of his waistband with enthusiasm, a delectable trail flowing from him. He didn't even expect to see her tonight; staying away from her became impossible the moment she walked through that door.

With one hand firmly gripping the back of her neck, the other aligning himself at her glory, he kissed her deeply as he completely inserted himself. She hastily reached for the wall beside her, letting out a muffled yelp. He tasted the moans on her tongue, his pumping muscle now slick with her. The second their lips parted, she threw her head back and gasped.

"Oah!" She let out.

Before she could draw her next breath, he clasped a hand over her mouth, his eyes wide.

"Mn-mn," he hummed, shaking his head inches away from her face.

He gently pushed her head against the mirror behind her, his hand still covering her mouth. Her eyes, wild and wide, focused on his.

"No noise."

Gripping her hip with strength, he mercilessly thrust his way deep into her. His speed made her grip the edge of the sink with everything she had. The booming sound system helped drown out the sound of muffled ecstacy coming from her, and he wanted to take advantage. He leaned into her, his face inches away from hers.

"I couldn't stay away from you," he said, his voice low and silky.

The smell of coconut rum on his breath was a massive turn-on; she couldn't think straight if she wanted to.

"Ahh, FUCK, you look so good, baby," he continued through gritted teeth.

"You know I can't keep my fuckin' hands off you. I can't help myself. I just can't... fuckin'... help it... ughh," he whimpered, tightening his grip on her waist.

She raised her legs, allowing him to pound deeper into her. Her moans grew louder under his hand, her eyes threatening to roll back with every thrust. Her grip on the sink was slipping the more furious his lust became.

"I just need one, baby. Just gimme one, and I'll let'chu go," he said, panting.

Despite the gravel in his voice, the look on his face was tender, pleading. This part of him always spoke to her, her insides quivering as he melted her heart with his stare. He never needed to ask; as far as she was concerned, Daddy always gets what he wants. 'Take it, Daddy,' she thought to herself, feeling a deep tremble in her thighs; she was close. VERY close.

"Nngh, fuck, I can already feel you 'bout to cum," Cameron said breathlessly, keeping his eyes glued to Mia.

She looked so pretty being taken like this; he wanted to watch her fall apart. He knew he would miss her tonight, but he didn't think he'd get to show her just how much. He was addicted to watching her succumb to his hunger; the more she struggled, the hungrier he became. He didn't want to last long, they didn't have the time. So, he allowed himself to feel her completely, her muffled cries music to his ears.

The rhythm of her clenching muscles matched the throbbing of his own, the harmony between them growing more vicious as they approached true bliss.

"Mm-hmm, I know you' right there, baby. C'mon, give it to me," he implored.

She couldn't help her body's reaction every time he spoke. She nodded at him, using the last of her strength to look him in the eyes before letting it all go.

"Yeah, that's it. Almost there, baby," he encouraged her, watching her pupils slowly disappear behind her eyelids.

"Mm-hmm, there you go. It's comin'," he said, pacing himself for the perfect timing.

"It's comin'..." he said again, feeling her insides swell up around him.

He watched as her back arched against the mirror, hands wildly reaching for something, ANYTHING, to hold onto. She let out a gutteral scream, trusting him to silence her before anyone noticed.

"There you gooo," he cooed, fucking her through her orgasm.

Even without looking, he can hear her pleasure leaking from her, dripping onto the tile floor. He waited until she couldn't take it anymore, grabbing at his shirt and clawing at the hand on her mouth, before pulling himself out of her, his liquid love escaping him, leaving trails of white cursive on her pubic mound. He pulled her into him, taking her bottom lip into his mouth before one final burst came shooting from him. She could feel the vibration on her lips as he grunted into her mouth.

Pressing their foreheads together, they stayed there for a moment, smiling and breathing heavily into each other. He lifted his waistband back over his dripping, wild beast, and lifted her up off of the countertop. She went to grab some toilet paper to wipe herself off, but he stopped her.

"No. Leave it," he said, returning her thong to its original position, his pleasure puddle soaking into the fabric.

She pulled her dress down over the mess and leaned against the sink, catching her breath as he fixed her hair.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Mm-hmm," she whimpered, giggling.

"Where's your lipgloss, in your bag?"

"Mn-mn," she shook her head, fanning herself back to reality.

He took his pointer finger and hooked it at the top of her dress, pulling it just low enough to reveal the tube of lip shine tucked into the center of her bra. He removed it and handed it to her before turning her around to face the mirror. Getting a glimpse of her figure from behind made him hungry for more, but he needed to behave himself.

He continued fluffing the curls on the back of her head as she checked her makeup for damages. Once she felt she was good to go, she turned to him, pulling him in by the front of his joggers, and kissed him passionately, determined to make it count. He watched her, charmed as she flashed him a smirk, lipgloss in hand, and opened the door.

Thankful no one was waiting for the bathroom, she made her way back outside, trying her best to seem normal as she reapplied her lipgloss. She grabbed the last bottle of ale from the cooler next to the back door, stuffed her gloss back into her bra, and returned to the old lawn chair, subtly inspecting her dress for any residual white spots.

"Oh, there she is," said one of the twins, tapping the other.

"Good, we was 'bout to come lookin' for you," the other shouted, passing her the last of the backwood.

"Was I gone that long?" Mia yelled, tucking the blunt between her lips as she popped the cap of the frosty glass bottle.

"Almost," the twins shouted back, simultaneously.

She put the backwood between her fingers and took a swig as she picked up her phone, afraid her little adventure had kept her for too long.

It'd only been 7 minutes.