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Sharpe's Sergeant	By : Sable899 Category: S through Z > The Sharpe Books Views: 1683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sharp series of books that this fanfiction is written for, nor do I know Sean Bean. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This story is fiction.

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Chapter 4 Fancy a shag?

It didn’t help that Cammie did her best to touch every part of Sean she could get her hands on during the comedy of Sean trying to pick the two of them up off of the floor without exposing the fact that he had developed a raging hard on. Fortunately, everyone started returning back to their own business once the kiss had finished and it looked like the show was over.

Standing face to face, Sean could tell that ‘Cammie’ had had a little more than enough to drink. She seemed to be quite lacking in inhibition. Sean quickly determined that while she looked like an angel; she had a devilish glint in her eye. She wasn’t gushing over him or trying to be coy and demure as most women he chatted up in bars, she was simply sizing him up, starting with his cock. When she got to his face there was no glint of recognition, nothing to even suggest that she knew who he was although she seemed fascinated by his eyes. As he looked her up and down he broke into his famous smile and determined that if he missed this opportunity he would regret it the rest of his life. He had to taste her, touch every inch of her, feel himself deep inside her, and hear her call his name as he made her come. He had to have her. He quickly gathered her into him, crushing her firm tits against his chest, lifting her feet from the floor, fearful that she might get away. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck as her legs tangled with his, pelvis crushing against his raging cock.

“Fancy a shag?” Sean, taking a chance, whispered into her ear so that only she could hear.

Camden couldn’t believe it; could she actually be staring into those same green eyes that had haunted her all evening? The eyes she had tried to put out of her mind, knowing that she would never see them again? In a city the size of London, how likely was that? Regardless, her hot wetness spreading between her thighs convinced her that this man wasn’t just a delicious piece of British beef, he was Prime Rib. Her entire pelvic region was doing somersaults at the thought of him making her climax. No man had ever made her feel this way at first encounter.

“Hmmm, with a total stranger? That’s a hard decision to make,” Camden answered in a velvety voice as she slipped a hand down inside his trousers to squeeze his hard on, knowing that she had him hooked, “Or maybe not.”

Sean’s cock gave a twitch as he realized that she had given no indication that she knew who he was making the thought of being with her overwhelming all other senses. He almost came in his trousers thinking about how hard-edged and business-like she had been, not even acknowledging his existence when their paths had crossed earlier that day and now here he was touching her, making her breath come hot and fast, feeling her blood rise. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent, the scent of bergamot and coriander; the perfect mix of sugar and spice. The thought of her not knowing who he was meant that she would have no fantasies about Sean Bean the actor. There would be no role-playing; he wouldn’t have to live up to any preconceived notions of Sharpe, or 006, or Mellors or Boromir. He knew that she had him, had him good and wasn’t even aware of it.

The taxi ride to Sean’s house was a blur and was mercifully over quickly. As they entered the house, Sean realized he didn’t stand a chance. Camden was in complete control. The minute he got his jacket off and dropped it to the floor, she turned and shoved him flat against the solid oak of the front door. Never had a woman treated him so roughly; never had he enjoyed it so much.

“What a naught-eh, naught-eh girl you are,” Sean gasped as she ripped his shirt buttons off and pushed it back over his shoulders. Licking her lips languorously, she slowly undid his trousers, shoving them down along with his underwear only to begin massaging his fully erect cock. He was helpless to prevent anything she would do to him being as awed as he was by her recognition of the power of her own body.

“You have no idea how much naughtier I'm going to get,” Camden purred into his ear as she let him pull off her tee shirt and quickly unfasten her bra, letting them fall to the floor. Next came her jeans and the scrap of lace that served as her panties. As her jeans slid down her legs, she completed pulling them off by stepping on each leg until they lay in a pile on the floor. Her cowboy boots spun down the hall with a quick kick from each foot.

Sean’s balls were throbbing and his cock jerked to see her milky white breasts. He bent his head to run his tongue over each of her swollen cherry-red nipples. She threw her head back at the sensation, shoving them further up so his tongue could tantalize each one in turn. Each time he flicked his tongue around them she would shudder all down her spine and her hands would stroke his rock-hard shaft. He ran his hands down her silken skin until they found her softly rounded ass. As he pulled her closer he could feel the soft fur of her pussy pressing against his loaded cock as he sent his tongue searching for hers.

Camden knew she was quickly losing herself as she felt Sean's overflowing sensuality overwhelm her. She had never been with such a man; a man dripping testosterone, a man who oozed sex from every pore of his body. His hands had a certain elegance as his long slender fingers expertly stroked her skin and weighed the heaviness of her tits as she sighed and moaned with pleasure. The feel of his tongue wrapping around hers made her dripping wet as hot bolts of electricity shot into her already swollen clit. She felt herself spiraling out of control as he lifted her up to wrap her legs around his hips, his dripping cock rubbing against her sopping pussy. He teased her with his erection while his hands searched for her folds, expertly slipping two fingers into her as they found their target. As his slender fingers skillfully stroked her slick tunnel, his thumb brushed against her clit, nearly pushing her over the edge.

“Unhhhh, oh my god, just fuck me, fuck me now!” Camden groaned deliriously, “Right here, right nooowww.....”

Sean's cock was growing ever harder, throbbing, wanting to feel her warm depths. Still holding her on his hips, he guided her soaking pussy onto his pulsing manhood. As he entered her silken tunnel, she lot out a gasp and moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear. She was so wet that he slid all the way in with barely an effort and started pumping into her with hard, fast strokes. He knew he wouldn't last long as he felt her pelvic muscles contract and her hips strain upward. They came together as he exploded inside her and she let out a cry for the gods on Mount Olympus to hear.

Now subsiding, they were both panting and gasping while Camden kept her pussy gripped tightly around Sean's cock, her muscles gently contracting every now and then. It took several minutes of them clinging together like that for them to regain some semblance of being able to function halfway normally. Sean wanted to just hold her there like that forever, afraid if he let go of her that she would vanish, that she was merely a figment of his imagination, until he realized that he was still backed up against his front door.

Camden's senses began to creep back into her dazed brain as she felt him begin to soften inside her, until his shaft finally slipped from her pussy's grasp and she lowered her legs to the floor. Only then did she dare to look into his green eyes again.

“I s'pose we put the cart 'afore the horse, lass, not bein' introduced an' all” Sean said softly, gazing into those killer blue eyes of Camden's, “I heard yer mates call you “Cammie.”

“It's Camden, actually, Camden Cantrell” she corrected him in her seldom used Kentucky accent, “I hate being called 'Cammie'. And just who might you be?”

“I might just be 'Sean', Sean Bean,” he said somewhat hesitantly, relishing her lack of recognition, hoping she wouldn't recall the name from the ‘Nina Incident’.

“Pleased to meet you Sean Bean,” Camden shot back with just hint of recognition in her voice, “Something seems very familiar about you, but damned if I can figure out what.”

“Maybe it will come to ya,” Sean said, his famous toothy smile lighting up his whole face, “Maybe something will jar yer memor-eh.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I'd rather have something besides my memory jarred.” Camden shot back with a wicked grin as his seductive voice, working its magic, had her primed and wet and ready to go again, “Don't even think you get the rest of the night off just because you've been such a good boy!”

“In 'at case, I think it would be wise if we went to me bedroom,” Sean growled softly, beginning to trace his fingers along her neck as his cock began to rise to the challenge, “It's got extra soundproofin'.”
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