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  Make Him Beg

  a Phaze HeatSheet by

  Jalena Burke

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  S'Mores

  Cameron Montgomery was working outside again and Shannon was sick of it. She came home every night alone while he labored in that damned garage of his. Tinkering with his toys, trying to get this to work, that fixed right. He slaved over everything but their relationship.

  Well, she was tired of playing with her toy. She wanted a warm mouth and a hot man. She was young, full of sexual energy. Sure, he worked outside and only a few feet away from the house, but he was always too busy for her. He crawled in bed at midnight and woke before her to get to his real occupation, only to come home and labor in the garage.

  Don't tell her to go out there, pay him some attention, strip for him, or anything to get his attention. Be nice even. She'd tried that. It either made him angry or just flat out didn't work.

  She jammed the car in park and tore the key out of the ignition. She couldn't even park in the garage because of his big mess. She slammed the door to her beat up Honda—you didn't seem him fixing her things—and stalked pass him.

  He wore his cap on backwards. His jeans were torn and scruffy. He never looked better when he was like that, sporting his black t-shirt promoting oil she'd never heard of, arms banded in ropy muscle, chewing on a toothpick while he concentrated.

  He never concentrated on her like that.

  If he noticed her anger, he didn't comment on it.

  She shut the door without greeting him.

  He didn't follow her inside. Had she expected him to? Hoped that he would? She threw her car keys across the kitchen counter. They slid and crashed to the floor. She'd regret that later when she couldn't find her keys. It'd be in the morning, when she was hurrying and already running late.

  She dropped her purse alongside her keys and huffed to the bathroom. She glanced in the mirror, fingering the split ends of her hair. In desperate need of a trim, her highlights were fading, and she could stand to lose about five pounds, ten if she really looked.

  "What's the matter with you?"

  Shannon jumped. Cameron stood behind her, his reflection staring at hers through a mirror littered with remnants of toothpaste. She really needed to clean house, but right now she was tired. Tired of her job, tired of cleaning. Tired of being a wife, eating by herself, going to bed alone.

  She wanted to be something else for a while. Somebody else.

  Maybe she could put on a maid costume and clean. Yeah right, as if that would get his attention. He'd have to be inside to even notice.

  She spun around and stepped past him. “Nothing is the matter with me."

  He shot out his arm and captured her, heaving her towards him.

  Edging his face closer, he scowled. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. She tasted cinnamon on his breath from the gum he liked to chew. Gum and toothpicks, he was always chewing on something except her.

  He dropped his grip on her hand, but his face remained inches from hers.

  She avoided his eyes. She always got lost in that big bowl of molten chocolate, and she couldn't afford to right now. She'd be lost if she did. Her mind wouldn't be able to function.

  Her hands stayed in a straight line against her body. Rigid and unmoving. She inched her chin up. His lips came to her ear. Warmth sizzled out of his mouth and into her, trailing down her spine, buzzing her skin.

  "Don't start this,” she said, trying not to beg. They hadn't made love in so long. How could she stop him?

  "Why are you mad?” he asked again.

  "I said I'm not mad."

  "Don't play that game."

  His tongue shot into her ear. Her knees almost buckled.

  She splayed her hands out on his chest and tried to push him away but really, she used his chest as an anchor for her. Otherwise, she'd fall.

  He didn't budge.

  "Okay,” she said a little too softly. A little more compliantly than she would have liked. “You piss me off."

  "I know. I always piss you off.” This time, his tongue shot into her other ear.

  "You don't give me the time of day anymore. You work, and then you go to that damned garage and work until midnight. We've been eating cereal for dinner the past few weeks and you don't even care."

  "I care,” he said. “I'm just trying to get this car done so we can afford something besides cereal."

  This car he spoke of was a side job he was doing for a friend, for extra cash. Yeah, they needed the extra cash, but not if it resulted in divorce in the end.

  "You don't care,” she repeated. Feeling her lowest always brought out the worst in her. He wouldn't understand, he wouldn't listen, and she missed those special times, the friendship they used to share.

  "Oh, bullshit.” He wrapped his hands around her butt and squeezed, grinding his pelvis into hers.

  The buckle on his jeans shot ribbons of fire through her.

  "Anthony asked me out for drinks. He gives me too much attention. Maybe I should accept his offer."

  Cameron's eyes narrowed. Stupid move on her part. She had absolutely no desire to have drinks with any man.

  "Oh, really?” His fingers squeezed into her ass cheeks harder. Her breath danced up her chest, into her throat. He pushed her backwards until she struck the solid granite of the countertop. He pulled her skirt up and wrapped her legs around him.

  "Does Anthony make you wet like this?” Cameron whispered into her mouth.

  She opened her mouth, wanting him to kiss her, fighting that need. “Nobody but you makes me wet like this."

  She spread her legs wider, begging him to kiss her. He didn't.

  He dropped her legs and fell to his knees. He slid his hands up her thighs and pushed her thong away. His tongue traced her thigh, the lips of her pussy and then straight into her.

  "Oh, God,” she moaned, clasping his hair. Up and down, in and out, she rotated her hips to his beat.

  She was on the brink of losing it. She loved to see her husband forceful like this. But her plan, the one that included making him beg, the one that included ignoring him, was going awry.

  "You think Anthony would eat you out like that?” Cameron asked as he shot up from the floor.

  Shannon shook her head. She tried to grab him, but he pushed her
hands away.

  He took his time unbuttoning her shirt, tracing his knuckles across her skin, causing her head to spin. Her skirt and panties were next. She saw herself in the mirror, body flushed and ready for sex. Eyes wild, hair disheveled. She looked sexy. She felt sexy, and wore nothing but her lacy white bra.

  Thank God for Victoria's Secret.

  "Touch yourself,” he said.

  He cupped her breasts, over her bra, and smoothed his hands down her body. They were like sandpaper, polishing her. It was erotic, the silkiness of her body against the roughness of his. The denim of his jeans pressed against her and she felt his cock, hard, on her ass. She pressed towards him, slightly, teasing him.

  "Play with yourself, and watch,” he said into her ear.

  She razed her fingers across her body, taking it slow, making a show for him in the mirror. She felt bristles of heat as he nipped her, across the shoulder, up to her ear, down her neck. Hips swaying, she bunched her breasts together, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

  Slowly, methodically, she trailed her finger into her wet heat.

  Sticky. Warm. Smooth. She arched her head back to land on Cameron's muscular shoulder, and cried out.

  "Does that feel good, baby?"

  "Yes."

  He placed his hands on either side of her hips, moving her against the tightness of his jeans while he brought her finger up to his lips, tasting her. Their eyes locked in the mirror.

  He thrust his finger into her, and then brought it to her mouth.

  "Taste."

  She tasted. Sex and grease. Sweat and man. There was something erotic about it. He didn't smell like GQ, but the essence of this man should be marketed.

  He pulled himself away, tearing off his shirt, shoes, jeans and boxers, and stood naked behind her. He was so hard and ready for her.

  Now, she could stop. Tease him. Make him want it until he couldn't take it anymore. Make him beg for her as if he'd never have her again. It'd be pleasurable for awhile, but she couldn't hold herself back. She wanted him inside her, and she wanted it now.

  She shoved her ass out, steadied herself on the counter with her forearms, and wiggled.

  He was just about to enter her pussy from behind when she moved away.

  "I don't think so,” she sing-songed.

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  Cameron followed Shannon into the kitchen, his cock still hard. Okay, so he knew he'd been ignoring her lately. Not ignoring, exactly, just working extra hard. Not giving her the attention she needed. But he wanted their life to be easier than his parents. Than her parents, who continued to struggle to this day. And he knew he wasn't doing such a good job of it right now. He did restorations for a living, working on cars, working in hot, sweaty shops. Making okay money sometimes, but it was like a rollercoaster, depending on the economy. He wanted more for her. He wanted to give her more. He didn't want to live in this run-down shack of a house for the rest of his life.

  She worked in an advertising office, with high-end CEO lords. He could never compare to that. Instead of trying, he hid himself, deeper, into his work. That only pushed her away, he knew, but he still did it.

  She worked with men in suits and tidy fingernails. Grease was permanently etched in his.

  He shoved both hands in his hair. What in the hell was he doing? He hadn't given her the children she asked for. He hadn't given her the time of day in the last few weeks. She was a beautiful woman, and he was pushing her away. What was wrong with him?

  Was he testing her? Pushing her away to see if she'd stay? Trying to find out how much she loved him? If so, he'd be the one to fail, because he loved her so damned much and didn't want to lose her.

  He would if he kept this up.

  "So this Anthony guy,” Cameron asked as he strolled to the counter, resting his forearms on the granite top. Shannon opened cabinets, making herself busy, looking like she was about to cook. He didn't want food, he wanted her.

  He grabbed her hands and drew her into him. “What's he look like?” he asked, though he knew. He'd met him before, but he wanted to know what his wife thought of him.

  "Not like you."

  "What's that supposed to mean?"

  "I'm not interested in Anthony. I'm interested in my husband, but we don't do anything together anymore but fight, and I'm starting to wonder if he loves me."

  "I love you."

  "You have a bad way of showing it."

  Yeah, he did. He always thought working, making money for his wife, was showing his love. Apparently she didn't see it that way.

  "How about this?” he asked as he thrust his cock alongside her pelvis.

  Shannon laughed. “You lust me?"

  "Oh yeah, baby, I lust you a lot."

  She stepped back, smiling. Her eyes gleamed as she continued to retreat. He strode forward. So she wanted to play that game, did she?

  She laughed, and took off running. She wore only her bra. He reached his hand out and grabbed the back of it, stopping her. She shrieked.

  He pulled her in by the back strap of her bra, turned her around, and pressed her into the wall. “I wanna fuck you."

  He removed the lace that covered up those beautiful tits and took a nipple in his mouth. She stopped wiggling.

  His tongue caressed her skin, so sweet with that lotion she put on every morning. Something with brown sugar in the name.

  "You have to beg first,” she said.

  "Oh yeah?” he asked.

  He plunged his tongue into her mouth and kissed her, hard, soft, and everywhere in between. He brought her right leg around him and placed his cock against her pussy. He didn't enter her, only moved his hips against her. It drove him mad, but if she wanted him to beg, so be it.

  "I'm begging,” he said in her mouth.

  She arched her head back. He let her leg fall. He stepped back.

  She opened her eyes, wide with surprise. He continued inching backwards. She'd be the one begging tonight.

  The phone rang.

  "Fuck,” he said. “Don't answer that."

  She smiled, turned away, and answered the phone.

  "Charlotte, hi. No, I'm not busy. What's up?"

  Cameron groaned. Charlotte was Shannon's best friend, and she hated him.

  He stepped towards Shannon and thrust his cock against her ass. He shoved her forward, her elbows fell to the table, and he entered her from behind while she talked to Charlotte on the phone.

  He stroked his hand on her clit as he dove in and out of her.

  "Actually,” she said, breathlessly, “I am a little busy. I'll call you back later."

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  Shannon bid her goodbyes to her coworkers and stepped outside. Friday night, and she finally had plans to do something besides go home. Cameron was taking her out to dinner, a movie, and they might stop off at a hole in the wall hotel afterwards.

  She'd threatened him again. She hated to do it, but she was getting so close to leaving. She wanted more out of life. Didn't he understand that money wasn't everything to her? She didn't have it growing up, why should she have it now? She was perfectly happy making ends meet from paycheck to paycheck, as long as they could afford some alone time every now and again. Even if they could afford it, they didn't do anything, so what difference did it make whether or not they had money?

  She'd talked to her best friend, Charlotte, about her problems. Charlotte had offered her a place to stay if necessary. She loved Charlotte in her own special way, but didn't want to leave Cameron.

  She and Charlotte had experienced each other one night, many years ago, in college. To this day, they didn't feel awkward together, but they both knew they preferred the company of men, not women.

  Although at times, Shannon wondered.

  She drove up to the house with a smile on her face. She'd take a quick shower and they'd go out to eat. She would wear her slinky black dress. The one that didn't need anything else.

  Afterwards, who knew what would happen.

  The lights in th
e garage blazed. Cameron was knelt on the ground, tinkering with something on his current project.

  Her heart pounded in her throat, threatening to burst out of her and explode into tears. Not this again. She would not do this again. He was not going to come inside the house and think he could make it all better with sex. Make love to her, then go back outside and work. Apologize, leave her with an orgasm, and then continue doing the same damn thing.

  It wasn't going to happen.

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  Cameron swiped the grease from his hands on a cloth and used his air compressor to blow the dust from his clothes.

  He'd seen Charlotte go into his house, and knew he was in deep trouble. Charlotte hated him, and if she was here, there was only one reason. Shannon was pissed at him again.

  He'd promised to take her out tonight, and planned to. They had plenty of time. He didn't expect to go right after work and figured he'd finish some things up before she made it home. They would shower together and get ready.

  Or so he thought. Shannon hadn't even stopped by to say hello when she got home. Hell, he didn't even know she was home until he heard Charlotte's car pull up and saw Shannon's parked in the usual spot.

  Shannon was getting grumpier, accusing him of spending too much time in the garage and not enough time with her. Well hell, he was trying to make ends meet, trying to supply a better life for her. What did she expect of him? At least he came home at night. At least he didn't go out partying with the boys every night.

  At least he didn't cheat on her. She accused him of cheating on her emotionally, putting more emotion into his cars than he did in her. That was utter bullshit, but if Charlotte was here, he better go inside and makes things right.

  Charlotte didn't like him. No matter, he didn't like her either. Charlotte was single, and Cameron thought she was a bad influence on Shannon. Charlotte only cared about one thing: partying. She wanted to break them up so she could have Shannon for herself. A party buddy, and no telling what else.

  Cameron banged the door closed and glanced around, not knowing what to expect. His shoulders tensed.

  Shannon and Charlotte weren't anywhere to be seen. They were probably locked in the bedroom badmouthing him. He washed his hands in the sink, taking his sweet time, and then gulped a cold glass of water, letting it wash the acid tang from his mouth.