Finesse Page 9

“Damn,” Cameron looks at me with approval. Faith gave me the best lacefront money could buy and Cameron’s wallet had a lot to say. “I love it.” He contemplates if he could touch it with his hands.

  “You can but if you mess my work, I’ll mess up your ass!” Faith yells as other people concur. Gotta love a group effort.

  Cameron runs a finger through my hair and I heard a low moan from him. I really hope he doesn’t mess up my weave tonight. “I love it, I love it.” He purrs. He kisses me and we hear a collective approval from the shop. Hey now! I heard that! Shit, if he paid for my hair, I would do more than kiss him, girl!

  “Ready to go, baby?” He asks.

  “Let’s go.”

  A SUV with blacked-out windows awaited us as we exited MillionHair. “We’re being escorted this weekend,” Cameron calmly says as if it’s telling me what time it is. “We’re going to go shopping and then I have a surprise for you later.”

  “A surprise?” My mind races what surprise it could be. With Cameron, the possibilities are endless. “Can I get a hint?”

  Cameron kisses me as the driver shuts the door. “No.”

  ~~~~~~

  Now that I had a taste of the finer things in life, I really don’t want to go back to bullshit.

  Upon entering a luxury store, we’re greeted with glasses of champagne. A woman takes my measurements. Everyone is friendly and I don’t get the fake vibe from them. “What can I get?” I peruse the store.

  “Whatever you want,” Cameron replies and my mouth hangs open again, “this is your birthday gift, baby. Whatever you want, you can get. Shut down the store.”

  I walked throughout the store with a personal concierge attending to my every need. I tried on no less than 20 outfits and sipped champagne as I did it. Cameron spent time on his phone and conversed with the staff, getting to know them as I paraded outfit after outfit.

  He handpicked the ones he liked – no, not that one. Yeah, that one – and made sure I had enough accessories to go with each outfit. He didn’t like the jewelry selection in one store so he took me to another one. You’re wearing nothing but the real, he insisted and I wasn’t about to argue.

  I know what the price tag was of said shopping adventure today and it was well past six figures. We didn’t just go into any mom and pop vintage store; everything was high-end from the shoes to the clothing to the ice on my neck and wrists. Even my socks were designer.

  I know what it feels like to be spoiled and Cameron blesses me. Money wasn’t an object to him and it was clear to everyone he had plenty to share. This is his love language and I respect it.

  I also know what it feels like to be told to shut up and be happy with what I have without questioning anything someone does in exchange. Other men I’ve dated have done this. Cameron is doing this as well.

  Eleven

  “Is there a reason why I had to be blindfolded for this?” I hold onto Cameron for dear life as we walk down a quiet alley. I’m not a fan of being blindfolded, even though that’s Cameron’s kink. And I’m not a fan of being blindfolded in an unfamiliar place. I clearly trust this white boy too much.

  Cameron sent the driver back to the hotel to drop off my bags as we went to our last adventure. We had dinner at another great restaurant and I took some pictures for the ‘Gram to showcase my beautiful meal.

  We walked around the city with Cameron’s security not too far from us at any given time. He showed me different parts of Harlem he was very familiar with. I asked him the different places he’d visited and was very impressed by his passport stamps.

  He’d lived in a variety of places in just a short time and had that little bit in common with Laurie, my mother. He’d learned to read people well, and scope out an area before fully coming into it. He never liked being blindsided by something or someone.

  Cameron’s demeanor changed depending on whom he was with. When he was with his boys, he could be serious or playful, but never both. With me, he was boyish, funny, and romantic. With his parents, always respectful and acquiescent.

  It was something he’d learned from his father and studied very well. They were alike in many ways. They had the same charming smile, the way they could start a conversation with just anyone and have that person be enamored with them; how they knew the most random facts and completely useless information yet made it all seem like it was something everyone had to know.

  They both enjoyed a good, expensive Cuban, and Eric taught Cameron how to golf because that was expected growing up wealthy. They didn’t spend a lot of time with each other but when they did, it was always barbeques, watching a game (usually in person and always, front row seats), and taking time for the regular photo-ops for their fans.

  They were also different in many ways. Eric was very traditional in his appearance and was rarely caught without wearing a polo or his Oxfords. Cameron loved his Jordans and jeans, and rarely strayed away from them.

  Eric’s friends and associates looked exactly like him, thought like him, and acted like him; Cameron was the white dot in a sea of chocolate and it seemed he preferred it that way. Cameron never spoke slang, not because he didn’t want to offend me but rather, he just didn’t want to. Eric was the probably the type that still said getting jiggy with it.

  I still couldn’t help the obvious contrast in their lives. Sons rarely strayed away from their fathers in both attitude and lifestyle, yet it seemed Eric accepted it. Eric and Cameron were thick as thieves and were each other’s biggest fans.

  I spent more time wondering about that more I was comfortable with. Cameron was taking me to a private place and I’m blindfolded walking down Harlem. I heard whispers and not-so private comments about what was going on. On-lookers were surprisingly respectful, though I get the feeling they had to be, not necessarily they wanted to.

  “We’re here.” Cameron’s deep voice brings me back to my senses. We’re inside a shop and I honestly can’t tell what kind it is. It’s awfully quiet and I don’t hear any other voices with the exception of one. I heard Cameron talking to someone in the distance.

  “Just lock it up when you’re done, kid.” An older man tells Cameron. “Have fun.” He leaves.

  I don’t know if I should stand or sit so I just fold my arms and hope I don’t look too stupid. “Where are we?” I finally ask after a long silence.

  “Take off the blindfold, baby.” He instructs me and I hurriedly take it off. I look around see it’s a record store. I shrug.

  “Okay?” I question. “Why are we here?”

  “My, your memory is surely going at your old age.” Cameron chuckles at me and I stick my tongue out. He lays down a few blankets and I see a picnic basket to the side. He lays down on the blankets and motions for me to join him. “I do recall a certain young lady wanted to lay down and listen to records all night. So, you have your pick of the litter.” He pops open a bottle of champagne and pours two glasses. “We have the whole store to ourselves. Security will be outside guarding it and we can leave anytime you want to head back to the hotel.” He hands me a glass and clinks it. “To you, baby. Happy Birthday. I hope it’s the first of many more we’ll celebrate.”

  And so it began, we spent the evening listening to old records and enjoying each other. Shalamar serenaded us with “This is for the Lover in You” as we fed each other strawberries. The System warmed our bodies with “Don’t Disturb This Groove.” We talked about Prince’s genius pen when “I Feel For You” by Chaka Khan was played.

  We must’ve listened to dozens of songs and yet, it felt like we just got started with our night. When I excitedly explained how much I loved “Groove Me,” Cameron didn’t make fun of my choice. Instead, we went into a lengthy discussion about Teddy Riley.

  We slow danced to “Whip Appeal” and made out during “Sweet Love.” It was so romantic, so perfect, and so…everything I’ve ever wanted.

  “What’s on your mind, beautiful?” He asked me as our bodies were pressed together, hearts beating together in perfect syn
c as if we were ying and yang.

  “I’m thinking…” My mind is everywhere on what I want to say yet the only thoughts are how I want to sink my teeth into Cameron’s skin, taste his salty flesh and cry out his name as he thrust deep inside me. “…I’m thinking I need to go back to the hotel now.”

  Cameron stopped dancing and read my eyes. He didn’t have to ask what was wrong or if I was feeling okay. He already knew what I wanted and was more than happy to give it to me. “Let’s go.”

  ~~~~

  “I think I need to be drunk to do this.”

  “I prefer you weren’t, but maybe if you had a glass of wine it might loosen you up.” My eyes cut to him. “Your nerves, not that.”

  I smile as I watch Cameron get up from the bed and go get a glass of wine. Once we arrived back to the hotel, we made love. Then we fucked. Then we made love again.

  I never knew the difference between the two and Cameron taught me. It was one thing to make love to someone you were in love with; it was whole ‘notha ball game to fuck someone you were in love with.

  It was raw. It was emotional. It was unbridled. He held me down as I came all over his cock and he wouldn’t stop until I came again. He licked my pussy as if he were craving it all his life and he finally got what he wanted.

  He encouraged me to talk dirty back to him, and not just be meek and mild. He explored my body as he’d been long familiar with it. I wanted him to fuck me deeper and harder, giving him everything he had. It was still never enough.

  Now, we were both about to chart into unfamiliar territory – anal.

  I’ve read about it and watched many a porn during my alone time and away from roommates. I’ve had other girls share with me their experiences in range from totally gross to totally hot detail.

  Now Cameron got me so sprung on him, I was willing to let him do in my all of my holes.

  He brings back a glass of wine and I see it’s almost full. My eyes narrow at how big that glass is then I suddenly remember how big Cameron’s dick is and I understand. I probably need to be a little fucked up to do this.

  “No pressure tonight, baby.” Cameron reassures me as he sits beside me on the bed. He hands the wine to me and I take a gulp. And then another. And one more before he stops me. “I think that’s enough, Tiger.” He winks and takes a gulp of the wine. He sets it down on the end table and climbs back on the bed with me.

  Cameron rolls on top of me and his cock is still hard. I don’t know if it’s help or he naturally has that stamina. I would like to think it was the latter and not the former. He slid inside me, enough to fully coat himself and slid back out.

  “On your side,” he nudged and I obeyed. He lifted one leg up and slid a finger inside my pussy. Then another one as his thumb played with my clit. My body moved in response as Cameron kissed my earlobe. “Good. You’re ready.”

  He moved his wet finger to my tiny opening and gently inserted it. Then, he inserted the second finger. There was an intrusion, not a warm opening. “Shhh…easy.” He purred in my ear and I let out a deep breath. My whole body relaxed and he was able to push in more.

  He removed his fingers and soon replaced it with his cock. He didn’t dare to put it all the way in because we both knew I wouldn’t be able to take it. Instead, he guided me, squeezing my breasts with one hand as the other played with my clit.

  We moved faster and faster. He dared me to take more of him and I taunted him by telling him to do it. The orgasm shocked me and I screamed his name. He pulled out and came all over my ass. We were spent, tipsy, and more in love than ever.

  Cameron briefly got up to wash himself off and me too. He asked how I was feeling. I smiled with “fine.” He nodded and gave me another glass of wine to drink. We fell asleep again, only for one of us to reach for the other during the night. Sometimes, the sessions were short. Sometimes, they lasted a while.

  Every time we made love or fucked, it brought us closer than before. I didn’t want to get too attached to Cameron. Men like him have women all over and know they can have their choosing. Yet, I felt as if I couldn’t let him go.

  And I didn’t want to.

  Twelve

  “Well, don’t you looked well-fucked?”

  I roll my eyes as Cameron laughs behind me. “Nice to see you, too, Hayley.”

  Hayley gets up and gives us both hugs as we entered the apartment. Que picked us up and took us back to my place. We haven’t been on the ground not even an hour before my girl comes in to bust my balls. “So, how was New York, guys? What did you do besides see the ceiling and walls?”

  “We went out to dinner and went sightseeing, nasty ass.” I stuck my tongue and Hayley shrugs.

  “And she got some nice birthday gifts.” Cameron mentioned. “I needed to spoil my woman.”

  Hayley’s arched eyebrows rose and she makes a noise. “Your woman, huh? I heard that! I’m glad you lovebirds had a great time. It was needed for this one!” She points to me.

  “Yadda yadda yadda…” I show off the bracelet Cameron got for me. “A pretty nice birthday gift, huh?”

  Hayley’s eyes widened. “OMG!” She flips my wrist and stares at the sparkly gift. “Pink sapphire and diamond tennis bracelet?”

  I never underestimated Hayley’s hustle for being a gold-digger. It’s rather admirable she’s so honest with it. This is a woman who turned down a man who made a hundred thousand salary because she felt it was too little. “I would ask how you knew but…”

  “I know a thing or two on jewelry.” Hayley says with a proud smile. “I know my stuff.”

  My head naturally shakes with part-amusement and part-disgust. Hayley could make the richest man poor within a month and I don’t doubt her game. “I feel sorry for Que’s wallet already.” I shake my head as Cameron’s chuckles.

  “I feel sorry for my wallet!” Que chimes in as Hayley punches his arm. “Hey!”

  “I hate to cut this short, ladies, but I need to jet. I have some business to take care of.” It’s always business with Cameron and it’s always that business he refuses to say what it is exactly. He gives me a searing kiss and lightly taps my ass. “I’ll call you later, babe?”

  I miss him already. “Yeah, later.” The men leave and I just stare at the door. I never thought I would fall in love so quickly and honestly, I’m still not entirely sure it is love. But all I know is I don’t want the feeling to end.

  “So, tell me about the weekend?” Hayley pulled me to the sofa. “I want to know everything!”

  “Well, he surprised me by taking me to Harlem. We went to a jewelry shop where he got me this.” I dangle the bracelet. “And a few other pieces. He bought me new clothing. We ate at the best restaurants, went sight-seeing…” I sighed and my head fell back. “And I let him fuck me in all of my holes.”

  “You took it up the ass?” I felt Hayley’s eyes widen. “White boy turned you the fuck out!”

  “That he did. That he did.” My body is still screaming from the memory. He eased into anal and didn’t pressure me. I’m not going to lie and said it instantly felt great, but after a little coaxing, I couldn’t get enough of it.

  My mind travels from our sexual exploits to a more pressing issue – why Cameron is always so busy? “Has Que ever told you what he and Cameron actually do for a living?”

  Hayley shakes her head and shrugs. “I know Que has a restaurant and bar. He also owns a nightclub. It was the same one we all met a few months ago.”

  “Besides that,” I counter, “was there anything else they might have mentioned?”

  “No, not at all.” She goes to the kitchen and begins to prepare a snack. “Why? What’s going on?”

  “I don’t know.” I sit down on the couch and chew my lip. “I just get the feeling there’s more than what Cam is telling me.”

  “Like what?” Hayley holds up a Persian cucumber. “Cucumber?”

  “Um, yeah, sure.” The weekend was a whirlwind of events. We shopped, we dined, we danced, and we made copious amoun
ts of love. Cameron kept me busy so I didn’t have to wonder about what he was doing other than the jewelry store trip. Everything still felt…off.

  I can admit sometimes I get caught in my own neuroticism that it drives me nuts. It’s a gnawing feeling about Cameron I can’t shake. Is he too good to be true? I don’t know, maybe. But I don’t think he’s completely true blue.

  Hayley returned with a spontaneous charcuterie plate and we both dig in. “Cameron and Que work hard, Tay. They own a lot of businesses together and even some in other countries, from what Que told me.” Hayley turned to me. “Why? Did something happen?”

  “We went to a jewelry store and he was gone for a long time. He said he was handling business but it took over an hour.” The memory still stays with me. “He didn’t mention the jewelry store being a part of his businesses.”

  “Why do you care?” Hayley asks. “If it’s none of your business, Tay, then respect that.”

  “I know better than to be in a man’s business when it’s nothing I need to be concerned with.” I know how men are and most importantly, I know how wealthy men are. Cameron showed me in few ways I needed to STFU about what he’s doing. “What if it’s underhanded shit?”

  “Are you going to break up with him if it is?” Hayley asks. “Be real. If you found out Cameron was involved in some illegal stuff, would you look the other way?”

  I know what the answer is. The same answer I thought about when Cameron told me how his mother reacts to his father’s affairs – ignore it and enjoy the lifestyle. “Depends on what it is, I guess.”

  Hayley smiles at me. “And that right there tells me you’re willing to stay with him.”

  “Whatever.” I rather not deal with the potential truth than to come up with a clever lie. “I see you got new fits.”

  “Went shopping and Que told me to get whatever I wanted so I did,” Hayley is wearing just some shorts and a light sweater but I also know they didn’t come from the flea market. She’s probably wearing a few hundred dollars worth of clothing. “Then we had sex in every room in his home. We literally just finished when he dropped me off and went to go pick y’all up.”