Rebel {Shameron Fanfiction}

Chapter 19: Naughty is Nice

I look down at my parents' frightened faces. It was almost like their faces were lost in time. I called 911 and sounded distress about it. When they came to pick up the body I pretended to cry and frightened by this, but as soon as they left, I wiped my fake tears and giggled.

"You dirty little liar," Cameron said putting his large hands on my hips.

I shutter at this new feeling. He realized this and started rubbing my hips with his thumbs. My breath hitches when he did this. I feel him grinding on me which made me feel very weird in my lower region. My heart is beating out of my chest.

"Do you like this princess?" He asked huskily.

"I never f-felt like this e-ever," I stuttered,"I l-love t-this."

I felt him squeezed my butt harshly which made me whine. I bite my lip holding in a moan. He turned me towards him and slipped his hands up my shirt, now feeling the effects of my body starting to react to his touch. My face immediately flushed red from all my excitement.

Then Cameron decided to try to take off my shirt. Then I realized then I slapped his hand away. He raised an eyebrow and walked towards me. I kept backing away from him until I was backed into a wall. He placed his hands on my cheeks. I begin to start hyperventilating as he might find out about my biggest secret.

He looked down at my arms and started to shake his head. I was unsure why he was shaking his head. Then he started to roll my sleeves when I slapped his face. He held his cheek and looked back up at me. I bit my lip when I looked into his sad eyes that are black as death. Then his eyes widen and watered.

"Cameron, please do not look at me like that way," I said angrily.

"What way?" He asked stepping closer.

"That innocent way that makes me feel weaker than I already do," I said looking down.

I leave his grip and try to run away, but he pushed me on the soft couch, pinning me down. He sat on my waist and started to unbutton my shirt. I try to break free, but he was stronger than me. He saw my stomach with black and blue bruises; also some purple and yellow. He unbutton my sleeves and he saw my artwork.

I shed a tear to see his blank expression staring intensely at my scars. I rambling of how sorry I was, how weak I am, and more. All he did was just stared at my face which is red with embarrassment. He brought my right arm up his mouth and started to kiss my scars.

"You are extraordinary," he whispered,"You are loved, you are cherished, and you are truly breathtaking."

My lip started to quiver when he uttered those words. He did the same to my left arm and leaned down, starting to kiss my neck. He found this spot on neck that almost made me moan. He smirked at this started to suck on the spot. I bite my lip and covered my mouth.

"Why are you being so quiet?" He whispered in my ear.

"I do not want to be annoying," I whisper back,"I am embarrassed to feel like this, I feel, so-- so naughty."

"Naughty is nice," he said sucking on it more.

I moan softly and covered my mouth. I felt my face turn red and I was mentally  screaming inside my head. He stopped kissing my neck, looking down at me. He licked his lips and came on top of me again, kissing my lips sweetly.

"Your moans are so fucking hot," he said making me have goosebumps.

He started kissing my stomach licking one of my nipples, circling his tongue around it. My back arched and I moaned softly once more. He giggled and did the same to the other. He then took off his shirt which made me drool. His abs are so defined and you can cut your fingers off of his v-line.

"Enjoying the view," he said snapping me out of my thoughts.

"More than you could imagine," I said leaning on my elbows.

He leaned down again kissing me passionately. I decided to have my revenge and bite his lip, making him moan in my mouth. I slide my tongue in his mouth and started to massage his mouth. The room filled with soft moans and yelps when our lips were connected. We let go and I looked up at him. I wanted to touch his abs, but I was hesitant.

"You can touch me, you know that right?" He asked smiling.

I gently put a hand in the middle of his chest. I rubbed my hand up and down, skin feeling like a soft cloud under my touch. He rolled his head back and I can feel his heart beating faster. His breath hitches and for once I felt like the dominant one. I pushed him back on the couch and crawled on top of him.

"You like being touch, do you not?" I asked smiling down at him.

He nodded furiously and started to squirm. I felt something growing underneath me. I realized what it was and moved a little. He whimpered a little and I move myself back. He was at a venerable state which made me feel amazing because I actually felt that I was the dominant one for once.

"Please," he whined.

"What do you want, pup?" I asked in a whisper.

"Please t-touch m-me again," he whimpered and squirmed.

I moved my butt on his waist which made him really excited. I started to become excited as well. I went a little slower to torture him a little bit. Which made him whine and whimper. He grabbed my hips and started to massage them, knowing that it is my weakness. I bit my lip and stated to roll my hips faster. He moans loudly which made my pants feel oddly tighter.

The way he whines, whimpers, and moans makes my body excited. The way he touches me makes my heart beat out of my chest. He makes me feel these emotion that I have never dreamt of feeling. Maybe being naughty is nice.