Vice

56: The Right Way

**Trigger Warning: Sex. This time it is the good kind.**

"Yes." The word tumbles from Natara's lips. 

Her heart races. Who knew "yes" could be such a dangerous word?

Cameron's soft mouth shifts to a smile and he presses his lips excitedly to hers. 

The kisses are quick and flitting - the opposite of what she expects. She expected the kisses to feel rushed and sloppy like they had before she had sex with Jace or passionate and hungry like they felt before with Cameron Vice.

But they feel entirely different. Gentle, carefree, and loving.

Each fluttery kiss on her lips spins her heart into a flurry and brings a smile to her face. Cameron's fingers trace along her sides as the kisses deepen, spiraling swirls of electricity through her body.

To her embarrassment, Natara still finds herself grinding against him as he raises his hands to her shirt and unbuttons it, kissing his way down her neck to every subsequent new patch of skin he uncovers down her chest. 

Kissing down to her navel, he tugs open her shirt and glances up at Natara. Her face flushes deep red as his eyes travel from hers down to her fully exposed bra. Cameron kisses his way back up her stomach to her chest and caresses her chest out of its restraints. 

As his mouth reaches the newly exposed skin, licking and sucking, a moan slips from Natara's lips and her body shudders.

Her face warms and her head feels fuzzy. She grabs handfuls of his shirt and tugs it upward. Cameron pulls his mouth from her chest and lifts his shirt off. 

Natara's thoughts flash back to the last time she saw him shirtless, back in the hotel room after he went down on her. The memory amplifies the heat coursing through her body.

Cameron repositions Natara from the wall, fully removing her shirt and bra, until she lays with her back pressed against the cool metal of his desk. 

The rest of their clothes follow, tumbling into a heap on the office floor. His hand slips into his wallet, pulling out a condom packet. Natara nods as her eyes land on the wrapper and he tears it open, slipping it around himself. She stares shamelessly below his waist the entire time.

"You sure you want this, Natara?" He hesitates, his bright eyes drilling into hers. 

"I want this." Her brown eyes stare back.

Cameron presses his body into hers. A whimper escapes her lips and Cameron runs his fingers through her curls, still looking her in the eyes. He presses no further, remaining still while looking down at her. 

"Y-you can keep going," she stutters. He pushes fully inside of her, planting gentle kisses on her forehead, and continues moving slowly. To Natara's surprise, the initial pain vanishes and a near-endless trail of moans tremble from her lips. 

She grinds her hips into his and he wraps his arms around her, enveloping her in a warm hug as his body lays against hers. His lips press against her cheeks, her lips, and her jawline, kissing everywhere they can find as he moves.

Every brush of Cameron's lips and graze of his fingertips is electrifying. Natara's body radiates with pleasure and compassion, and the feelings grow inside of her until her body trembles and her breaths become frantic. 

She digs her nails into his back, her toes curling, and a moan escapes Cameron's lips. He moves faster, moaning again. The sounds he makes drives Natara even crazier and she grips him harder, violently grinding against him, until both of their bodies tense up and it feels like all of the pleasure inside of her erupts and flows out. 

Her skin buzzes as Cameron removes his body from hers, leaving her panting and sweating. 

He lays on the desk beside her, also breathing heavily. For good reason, Natara thinks. She wouldn't be in good enough shape to do everything he did to her without having a heart attack. Instead of closing his eyes or casting them toward the ceiling, he turns his head and looks at her. His gaze is needy. Vulnerable.

"Natara, I care so much about you." His voice is gentle and his words are soft. 

Natara doesn't know if she's ever seen someone look so genuinely honest. And Mr. Vice is the person she least expects to be like this. But, when she really thinks about it, there were a few things that showed his feelings for her. 

She could tell from the way he looked into her eyes as they made love. How he traced his fingers along her cheekbones, jaw, and sides. How he looked at her flawed, chubby body as if it belonged to an angel and not an anxious eighteen year old with no special qualities or gleaming life accomplishments.

Jace hadn't looked at her when they had sex. He closed his eyes and occasionally stared off into the distance. He didn't touch anywhere else on her body besides occasionally grabbing her chest. It felt...distant. 

Mr. Vice had teased her, grinded completely bare against her. He'd taken it slowly, pressing in gently, trailing kisses all over her cheeks, neck, and chest the entire time. He'd asked if it was too much, how she felt, and how hard she wanted it. It was incredible. 

And when it was over, Natara had felt her own body tremble, shudder, and tense up inside. Just as she had when he'd gone down on her at the hotel.

Sex with Mr. Vice was the best thing she'd ever felt in her life. 

But it doesn't make her feel any less guilty for cheating on Jace. What is she doing? Why did she sleep with him and not her boyfriend? Why does she want the moody boss who could kill himself at any moment over the upstanding well-liked nice guy she's dating? 

She doesn't tell Cameron Vice if she cares back or not. He doesn't pressure her to. He tugs her closer and pets her hair. He doesn't ask her about ending her relationship with Jace, either.

Natara isn't sure why everyone in the office is talking about her and Jace. She assumes it's because Jace is just so popular and well liked. She wonders what they've been saying. 

She also wonders if she should break up with Jace or stay far away from the engaged, suicidal Cameron Vice. She buries her face in his chest. She doesn't know what to do. She doesn't even want to think about it right now.

A loud "click" interrupts her thoughts and the door to Cameron's office swings open. Natara looks up. 

Mr. Vice Senior stands in the doorway.