They hated her, and they wanted her gone. It was plain to see that they saw Cameron as a competition, and they were more than happy to get their names and pictures in the papers.
But Cameron didn't leave her side, and when they had put in a sufficient amount of time, they left and headed for a club he had promised an appearance while he was in Chicago.
They were ushered to the VIP room, where they had a private table waiting for him, and a couple of his 'people', which included Riley and a few of his band members.
The drinks started flowing, and Madison felt the urge to dance. Cameron was more than happy to comply with her wishes as they made their way to the VIP dance floor. Both of them danced as if they were the only ones in the club, creating so much heat between them that they ditched the club much faster than they had anticipated. They didn't even bother to tell anyone in their entourage that they were going, but their intentions couldn't have been clearer to anyone who saw the way they danced together.
The driver of the town car got an eyeful as he drove them back to the hotel. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. They had promised that it would be slow, but damned if the heat was too much for both of them.
The stripping started in the elevator as Madison unbuttoned Cameron's shirt and pulled it from his body. They fumbled to their suite, and after a few tries with their lips locked together, the door finally opened, and the rest of their clothes were shed.
"I can't go slow anymore," he said, even as he reached between her legs and felt the wetness there. Madison dropped her chin and moaned, arching into his hand.
"I can't either..."
"Where..."
"Right here."
They didn't make it to the bed, not even to the bedroom. He simply picked her up with his broad hands planted firmly on her ass and held her against the wall, at just the right angle to slide into her. One long thrust and they both moaned together. The long days of agonizing desire were finally being sated.
"I'm so glad I'm not too drunk this time," she said, and he laughed hard.
He took her against the wall, right next to the door. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on, pressing her feet into his ass, rocking with him in a rhythm that threatened to make him come if he didn't slow down. He finally pushed hard against her, giving her no more room to move. His hand snaked between them as he looked up into her eyes.
Neither of them said a word as he played her as easily as one of the instruments on his stage. She panted with pleasure, her eyes bright with passion, until she suddenly arched her back so hard he stumbled backward. She came with a shout. He watched as her whole body flushed with red, as though she was blushing from head to toe with the power of her orgasm.
"Let's see if you can do that again," he said, and didn't let up with his hand. His cock was throbbing with need, but what he had just seen was too hot to have just once.
By the time she was at the second orgasm, he couldn't hold back any longer. His valiant effort abandoned, he thrust into her again, hard and fast. She was so close that this time, all it took was the pounding pressure of his body against hers to get her off. She didn't even try to be quiet - this time she squealed so loudly that Cameron was certain all the other hotel guests heard them.
Not that he cared.
He pushed into her one last time and came. He bit down on her shoulder to stifle his own cries; she would have a neat line of bruises there in the morning. Madison wrapped her body tighter around him and held him against her until the last of his orgasm shuddered through him.
When it was over, sheer exhaustion overtook both of them. Cameron's legs started to shake. He lowered her feet to the floor, and she kept going down, pulling on his hand as she did. They both wound up on the floor, on top of a pile of discarded clothes.
"That was...insanely good," she said, and yawned.
Cameron laughed weakly. He wasn't sure he could stand up anytime soon. He felt dizzy and euphoric,