Faithless. ~2~

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!!THE FIRST HALF OF THIS CHAPTER IS SMUT!!

I giggle semi nervously as Cam looks over me. His eyes almost look hungry as they search my body, it made butterflies erupt in the pit of my stomach, and also made me feel like I was already naked. I was, as usual, wearing one of his shirts and barely anything else underneath. 
"Stay still." He says, his voice rough and husky as he leaned down and captured my lips with his. We'd never kissed like this before. This kiss made my hear beat fast against my chest, and as our lips moved together with him biting and sucking at mine, making them feel red and swollen, I couldn't get myself to take a breath. 
It's only when he chuckles as he pulls away from our kiss and duck his head down again, that I was able to take one. He kisses my cheek and nips at my ear before he whispers to me. "Breathe, Love. You can't be passing out just yet." 
I force myself to take a few more as he kisses my neck. I gasp as I feel him kiss and bite and suck on my neck. It sends a thrill through me, imaging what my neck will look like the next morning. I can even feel his bulge against my core. 
"Lift your arms." He whispers, his brown eyes bright with lust. As I do what he asks, he gives me another kiss, and I shiver as his fingers slowly drag up my body as he lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it to the other side of the room. He pauses as his eyes now slowly looked over my body, as if he was trying to take in every detail of it. 
"You are so beautiful." He says, finally using a voice above a whisper. He reaches down and takes off his shirt and threw it alone with mine. "I almost feel bad for what I'm going to do to you." He downs down at me as he hovers above me again. 
Keeping one arm braced against the bed, he continues his attack on my body. He continues to suck on my neck, as if he is continuing the trail he had temporarily abandoned. He kisses between my breasts before he takes on of my nipples into his mouth. He expertly sucks and licks at the now hardened nub. I did my best to stay still, but it makes me squirm and moan as his lips left one nipple and attached to the other. 
I feel him smile against my skin. It made my heart flutter in my chest as he got lower and lower. I imagine the trail of hickeys that he was leaving on my skin. He kisses my hip before he pulls down my panties. He's very slow and meticulous with his movements, as if he was waiting to hear me whine before he continued. 
He holds my hips down as he kisses and sucks on my inner thighs, slowly making his way to my pussy. My most desired area. I gasp as I feel him spread my lower lips and slowly lick up before his tongue circles around my clit. A low, airy moan escapes my lips and I decide against staying still. 
As he sucks and flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, I reach down and tangle my fingers into his hair, tugging as he gives my hips a not so gentle squeeze, and a part of me hopes that they'll bruise. The feeling of bliss that he's giving me is a very welcomed change compared to the chaos that was swirling around us outside of this apartment. 
As he continues to eat me out, my moans got louder and more desperate, my thighs would threaten to close and squeeze around his head, and I can feel him smirking against me. Finally, he lifts his head as he slowly slid a finger inside me, he kisses my belly, just below my belly-button. He leans over me once again, kissing me, letting me taste myself on his tongue as he slowly fingers me. 
"I thought I told you to stay still." He says as he pulls away. His fingers move agonizingly slow inside me, as if he was punishing me for not being able to stay still. "I might have to make you wait." 
"It's not my fault you make me feel good." I gasp as he pushes his finger deeper inside me, grinning down at me as he did. He keeps it paused inside me, seemingly letting me feel it before he adds another finger and slowly started again. 
"I'll go easy on you this time." He says, still grinning as he watches me squirm. "Mostly because your arm is still healing." 
It takes me a moment to speak as I feel his fingers work inside me. In previous interviews, Ben had hinted at the fact that Cam didn't know what he was doing. But I now had the first hand experience that he, in fact, did know what he was doing. I moan and whine, squirm and growl as his fingers press and curl against my G-Spot, and it felt even better as he ducks his head back down to give my clit attention again. 
I can't get over the fact of how Cam made me feel so much better than anyone I had ever slept with before. I had never felt an orgasm so fast my entire life, and I can tell that he can feel it too. 
"That's right, Baby." He says, his voice breathless from the effort of making me cum. His fingers pick up their pace. "Let it out." 
I can't hold it back anymore, I close my eyes as tightly as I can, my good hand grips the sheets under my body. I cum hard, so hard that I can barely hear him chuckling over the sound of my moaning. I'm surprised by myself at how loud I had gotten. 
"Good girl." He sits up on his knees and cleans his fingers off, as if he couldn't bear the thought of leaving any of my juices to go to waste. "Don't relax, we're not done yet." 
I giggle as he made a show of taking off his boxers. He whips them around his head before he let it go flying across the room. He grins down at me, peppering kisses all over my face and grinning as my giggles turn to laughter. 
"God, I love your laugh." He mutters as he kisses my lips and leans his forehead against mine. "I love you." 
"I love you too." I reach up and cup his cheek, my thumb gently rubbing against his cheekbone. I pull down for one more kiss as he reaches down to adjust himself before he slowly pushes into me. I moan against his lips as I feel his cock slowly stretch me. I wasn't sure if he was letting me feel every inch of his cock entering me, or if he was giving me time to adjust. 
Cam's cock was easily the thickest I had ever taken. I cling to him with my good arm, letting the tips of my fingers glide against his ribs. I was waiting until he starts to thrust before I marked him up, but I know that I want him to wear my markings as well, especially since I had to go to our meeting with Denis tomorrow with his marks visible to the world. 
Once he's fully sheathed inside me, we were both panting for air, he nuzzles his face against the crook of my neck, breathing heavily as he starts to thrust. I slowly run my nails against his ribs and shoulder blade, grinning as his muscles flex and tense under my touch. I turn my head, kissing the side of his head as he grips my hip and gives it a squeeze before he thrusts harder into my pussy. 
I hear my moans get louder as he grunts. My nails finally scratch against his skin, causing him to give my neck a gentle bite. 
Sex with Cam was different than having sex with anyone else I'd had sex with. Yes, he's rough, but he was only rough because he knew I could handle anything he threw at me. 
And as we lay there, snuggling under the blankets with his hand idly tracing patterns against my shoulder, I realized that I had forgotten about all of the Asking drama, but that night was the most peaceful and easy sleep I'd had in a long time. 
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The next morning, I feel a comfortable soreness spread around my body, and memories from the previous night flooded back to me. I smile, and get excited as I pull the blankets away from my body and I squeak as I catch a glimpse of Cam's handy work. 
I quickly get out of bed and practically run to the bathroom and quickly turn on the light and admire my naked body in the mirror. 
Cam had left a necklace of hickeys around my neck, they trailed down my collar bone and on to my breasts before they continued down my stomach and disappeared at my hips. Looking down, I saw that they were all over the insides of my thighs. I lean against the counter and smile to myself as my hair falls into my face. 
"You okay, Love?" Cam calls from the kitchen. 
"Yeah." I call back as I turn on the shower. "I'll be out in a second." 
Showering as quickly as possible, I was my hair and body. I get dried off and dressed. I don't feel like wearing anything fancy, so I put put on a tank top and flannel over a pair of jeans. I do my hair and makeup, then shove my feet into a pair of boots. Coming into the kitchen, Cam was cooking eggs and bacon. 
He is also fully dressed, and the moment he saw me, he grins and pulls me closer to him. "You look beautiful." He kisses my lips then my neck before he gently presses me back against the counter. "You feeling okay?" 
"I'm feeling more than okay." I reach up and drape my arm over his shoulder. I idly play with the ends of his hair. "I'm a little sore, but I like it." 
"That's normal." He kisses one of the many marks that he gave me, before he pulls away and continues to cook. 
"How are you feeling?" I ask as I hop up on the counter and watch him cook. 
"I'm good. You fucked up my back." He flashes me a grin. "But that is to be expected." He looks me over one last time before he plates my food and hands it to me. "You okay with everyone seeing them?" 
I return his grin as I start to eat. I can't really explain why the thought of our friends seeing and knowing what he did to me made me feel so exited. "I mean, that's the point, right?" 
"I suppose so." He watches me eat for a moment before he chuckles and hands me my meds, and starts to eat with me. When we were both done with our food, he stands between my legs and held on to my hips. "We're gonna make a great first impression on Denis." 
I giggle as I wrap my legs around his waist. "I think he'll have to get used to it." I lean up and peck his lips. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you." 
"Oh, well, I think the feeling is mutual." 
Our next kiss turns into a make out session that lead us to starting to take our clothes off. I had just started undoing his belt when our phones started to ring. I sigh as we pull away and take a moment to catch our breath before we answer the phone. 
It's June that was calling me, and I could only assume that it was her Terror Twin was the one calling Cam. I take another breath before answering. 
"Yeah, I know, we're running late." I say as I grab a container and start packing up our food. "We had a late start this morning." 
"Oh, that's fine." June says. "We just wanted to let you guys know what we all decided to come to your place instead." 
"Oh, so, why-" There's the sound of a body hitting my door, followed by another body and the sound of shouting. I sigh in the manner a disappointed mom would have at her misbehaving kids. "Which ones is it?" 
"James and Sam, they decided to race." 
"Got it." I end the call as Cam does the same with Ben and open the door. It was, in fact, James and Sam, who had been arguing about who had won, but they both stopped as the door opened. 
"Oh, hey, Ella." Sam says as he side steps me and into the apartment. 
James smirks as he looks down at me and his eyes trail down to my neck. "Hey, Ella. Busy night?" 
"You could say that." 
One by one, they all shuffle into my apartment, all of them collectively clocking the marks on my neck. Denis was the last one who entered my apartment and set some Dunkin' Donuts on the counter. 
He looks down at me and blinks a few times before he clears his throat. "I umm.. thank you for letting me into your place." He sits down on the couch with Dawn and Ben. "And into your family." 
Dawn and I share a glance before we both look at June. The three of us are the most reluctant about letting Denis in the band. Mostly because we didn't want Dawn to get hurt the same way she had before. I suppose one could say that June and I had silently decided to protect Dawn no matter what.
Cam carefully pulls me into his lap and rests his chin on my shoulder with his arms wrapped around my waist. "It's no problem." He says, even hearing him say the simplest things made my heart flutter. "We're really big on giving chances." 
Ben smiles as brightly as he could. "It especially helps that are a fan." 
"Yeah," Denis still stands awkwardly, but I could tell that he was starting to relax. "I've listened to you guys since Writing Her Ballad released." 
June smiles and looks down at her hands. It was one of the before moments where I've seen her look vulnerable. It was an even rarer thing to watch James reach over to hold her hand. It was nice, watching them get used to each other again. 
"Thanks, Denis." She finally says. 
Our moment of tenderness was promptly ruined when Sam clears his throat. "So," he says. "The fuck happened to your neck?" 
"Oh," I feel my cheeks warm. "A bug attacked me last night." 
Ben let out a snort of laughter. "Was that bug's named Cam?" 
"Yes, in fact, it was." I say, my head cocked to the side. "And it, if you must know, was amazing." 
"Oh, I bet it was." Ben says, smirking as he looks over my neck. "I expect a play by play later, Biersack." 
"Oh, you'll get all of the dirty little details later, Bruce." 
The rest of the day was spent inducting Denis into the family. We all event went out for lunch before we went down to the beach. While the guys and Dawn hung out at the bonfire, June and I slowly walk down the beach by the water. 
"So, we're gonna be watching Denis, right?" I ask, glancing at her as we stop walking and stand in the water. "I mean, he seems nice, but..." I trail off, not being sure how to finish that thought. 
"The vibes are off." June finishes for me, nodding as she kicked at the water. "He might just be nervous about joining a band that's been around for over a decade. 
"It is hard to be the new kid in a group of people that have established bonds like we do." 
She grins as she raises her head to look at me. "Especially when two of them can't keep their hands off of each other." She gently nudges me with her elbow. "I've never seen either of you like this before." 
I feel my cheeks warm as I reach up to touch my neck. "Yeah, I guess it really hit us, didn't it?" 
"Hit you?" June laughs. "More like ran you over with the biggest eight wheeler known to mankind." 
"We're not that bad!" 
"Your neck would beg to differ." 
"It would not!" 
"It would too!" 
"Fine! Okay, yeah, I guess it would." I sigh as I run a hand through my hair. "I've never felt about anyone like this before. Not since..." I trail off as I shove my hands into the pockets of my shorts. 
June looks at me with sad eyes, and reaches over to give my shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Who was it?" 
"It really doesn't matter." I wave her off. "Not anymore. I'm healing and he's helping me heal." 
"Does he know he's helping you?" 
"Uh... no, not really." We slowly start walking back to the group. "I met you guys right after it happened." I smile faintly. "Spent two years with this guy, sixteen to eighteen. Looking back on it, I guess I was in love with the idea of love." I take a breath and look up at the sky as I feel tears prick at my eyes. "For two years, he took me out on dates, fucked me, told me he loved me and he'd get me the most beautiful gifts." 
"And then?" 
"And then he went off to college in Tennessee. We did the long distance thing for a while, and during his winter break, he gave me the best week of my life. One day, he took me down to the beach in Malibu, at sunset, and it was romantic. Then... he told me that he confessed his feelings to his roommate at the dorms." I look at her. "His male roommate, and he also shared his feelings." 
"Oh my God." 
"I know. The worst part is, we weren't officially dating. I begged and pleaded, but he never wanted to put a label on it." 
"The whole thing is the worst part." She stops us before we got to the rest of the group. "And that's why you started to believe that to love was to destroy." 
I nod, taking a breath to calm down before I look over at Cam. "I don't know what changed this year, I don't know what it was about him... but..." 
"He shook your faith in the quote." 
"Yeah, I guess he made me, for lack of a better term, faithless." 
June smiles as she pulls me into a hug. "I'm proud of you, Ella. Like, really proud." 
I chuckle as I return the embrace. "Thanks, June." 
We rejoin the rest of the group, and as always, Cam pulls me into his lap and nuzzles his face into my hair. 
While he might not know it, Cam had shook my faith this summer. He'd healed me in ways that no one, myself included, never had. He shook my faith in a quote I'd read so many years ago, and that meant that I was faithless. And it was an amazing and light feeling to be able to say that. 
Cam is my light at the end of the tunnel, and one day, I'll tell him what happened and why it messed me up. But for now, I'll enjoy this honeymoon phase. I know, from the bottom of my heart, that I love him, and that loving him would never leave me broken. 
I am, finally, Faithless and hopeful.