The bad boy & the church girl. (EDITING)

Chapter 19.

Cami's pov.

I woke up hearing my phone ring on the side table beside me. I reached for it, silencing it quickly. I turned slightly to see a peaceful Zane, fast asleep. I looked back to my phone and saw a picture of Tristan and me. Tristan's calling.

I slowly untangled myself from Zane and walked to his bathroom and locked the door. I hit the green button on my phone to answer the incoming call.

'Hello?'

'Hey babe, where are you?'

'Uh- busy. What's up?'

'Okayyy, um I wanted to take you to lunch.'

'Sounds good. Where?'

'Um, come to my apartment. We'll order in pizza.'

'Okay, I'll be there at 12.'

'Alright, bye beautiful.'

'Bye.' I said shortly and hung up. I turned and looked in the mirror while leaning on the counter. My red hair was a mess, my pale skin was flushed and my eyes were stressed. I am stressed. Suddenly the bathroom doorknob jiggled and Zane spoke.

'Camille? Are you still here?' He sounded franic so I opened the door quickly and he instantly relaxed.

'I'm here baby.'

'Hmm.' He hummed and hugged me nuzzling his head in my neck. 'I love when you call me baby.'

I laughed and hugged him tighter running my fingernails down his back. 'Zane?'

'Hmm?'

'I need to take a shower.'

'Okay.' He said not letting go of me.

'I can't really take one when you're attached to me.' I laughed.

'Fineee.' He drawled out and kissed my forehead before leaving the bathroom. I shut and locked the door before stripping and jumping in the shower.

Zane's pov.

I changed my t-shirt and slipped on a pair of jeans and ran downstairs. My parents were both at work by now and I want to make Cami some breakfast. Yes I know "bad boys" shouldn't know how to cook, but I do. And I'm proud of it because my mom taught me. I grabbed the pancake mix, the carton of eggs, and the pack of bacon and got to work.

I was finishing up when I heard soft footsteps approaching. I turned and saw Camille with wet hair and a naked face enterting the kitchen. She wore my black nirvana t-shirt with my gray sweatpants. She looked so comfortable and I've never seen her more beautiful. I dropped what I was doing and took three long strides to meet her. She watched me intently until i was centimeters from her face. I put my finger under her chin and tilted her head so it angled toward me. My free hand clutched her hip and then slid slowly to the small of her back. She sucked in a sharp breath and hummed. 'You look so beautiful.' I whispered raspily. I lean into kiss her on her irresistible lips but I swerve and kiss her forehead. Her lips went from puckered to a frown really quick. And I chuckled softly making her pout.

'Zanee..' She whined.

'Camille...' I mocked her.

She narrowed her eyes until she smirked mischievously. Before I could question her she pulled me by my shirt so she was flush against me. She ran her fingers through my hair and then a finger across my cheekbone until she reached my lips. Her thumb brushed my bottom lip before she leaned in and kissed me slowly. I groaned into her mouth at just one soft kiss can make me rock hard. She added pressure onto my lips and slid her hands under my shirt. I shivered but pulled back to remove my shirt. I didn't waste a second reconnecting our lips again. But this time more aggressively. I slammed her against the wall and grabbed at her thighs massaging them. 'Jump.' I growled against her lips. She did as i said and i pushed my prominent erection against her core.

'Oh god..' She moaned as I sucked on her neck and collarbone.

I played with the end of her shirt asking permission but willing to stop if she didn't want to continue farther. She rolled her eyes and pulled her, well my shirt clear over her head in one fluid motion. I was expecting a tank top underneath or even a bra but no, i was greeted by her perfect perky breasts.

'Fùck Cami.' I growled as I took her in.

She blushed. 'Sorry..' I put a finger to her lips cutting her off.

'Don't apologize, don't you feel what you do to me?'

She blushed harder and nodded. I started massaging her breasts smirking when she started breathing heavy.

'Tell me what you want baby.' I whispered in her ear.

'I-aahh!' She moaned as my wet lips met her hard nub. I took her nipple in my mouth while my hands softly trailed down her pale stomach. 'I need you Zane.'

'Where?' I growled hovering over her swollen breast.

'Everywhere.. Please Zane, I'm so wet baby.' She moaned as she tried to push my mouth towards her breasts again.

'Fùck yes..' I set her down and grabbed her hand leading her to the living room after turning off the stove in the kitchen.

'What are you doing Zane?'

'I want to hear you scream my name as you cùm.' I say bluntly.

She takes in a sharp breath and her eyes widen. I push her lightly onto the couch and hover over her. I lean into her ear and whisper letting my lips brush her skin with every word.

'Have you came since before my accident Cami?' I ask even though part of me won't like either answer.

She bit her lip and looked up. She paused searching my eyes lost in thought.

But then she finally nodded.

I closed my eyes and tried to control the feeling of rage washing over me.

'Who? Tristan?'

She shook her head quickly. 'He doesn't want to do anything until marriage.' She said softly still staring deep into my eyes.

'Someone else?'

'Yes. But not a guy.' She blushed.

'A girl?!' I all but screamed even though i felt my dick twitch at the thought of girl on girl.

'Yes..' She paused. 'Me.' She locked my eyes and all of these pictures flashed in my mind of Camille masturbating to thoughts of me.

I kissed her neck again. 'What did you do?'

'What?' She sounded shocked.

I slid my sweatpants off of her and rubbed her clìt through her black lacy thong. 'Did you do this?'

She nodded biting her lip.

'Answer me.'

'Yess.' She moaned immediately.

I slid off her thong and went back to her swollen bundle. 'How about this?' I growled.

'Oh yes..'

'I bet you did this?' I said while I slid a finger slowly in out of her. Her hips bucked up to meet my fingers thrusts.

'Yes, oh god. Zane..'

I pulled my pants off to give my hardness some room because she was killing me.

'Whose fingers did you imagine in you Camille?'

'Yours, baby.'

I added a second finger.

'Good, only mine?'

I sped up.

'Fùck yes. Just yours Zane. Faster!'

She clawed at my back.

I brought my thumb up and rubbed her clít slowly as I finger fucked the hell out of her.

'Yes!! I'm gonna come. Harder... Right there.. Yes right there! Oh Fùck, yes.' She came all over my hand, soaking my couch.

She pulled my head to her chest as she came down from her high.

'Zane?'

'Hmm?'

'I never could make me come like you do.'

'Good, no one can but me.'