19. Cameron
Ava went silent, and I grinned into the phone. I’d debated FaceTiming her but chose the phone call. There was a chance she’d be more honest if she couldn’t see me. I was actually surprised she opened up to me about her work. Not at all surprised she was pissed I called Isaiah. I figured using Lydia as an example would get her to see my perspective.
I wasn’t expecting talking to her for so long to be so easy, and I definitely wasn’t expecting her to pepper me with so many questions about my life, my practices, and my teammates.
I definitely wasn’t expecting her to admit to me being her dream.
“You know what I mean, Cam,” she finally said, but there was a tremor in her voice that could only be nerves.
I readjusted the pillows behind me in my bed. As soon as I got home, I took a quick shower and climbed into bed in nothing more than my boxer shorts. Which was a dumb idea considering I’d been hard since she answered the phone. The boxers kept my dick contained, though, where it’d stay, at least for the time being.
“Not sure I do, Sunshine. Wanna elaborate?”
I needed her honesty. Her openness. I needed her to tell me she was scared or pissed. We couldn’t do this if I was the only one pushing for it. I knew it’d take time, but I needed something.
“I’ve had a crush on you since I was thirteen, and don’t tell me you didn’t know that. It’s been years, and no matter how hard I tried not to like you or get over you, I couldn’t. So yeah, you were a dream, but now it’s all going so fast and you’re spending the night and people are looking at me, and… shit. I don’t know. It’s just fast.”
I wasn’t slowing down, either. I planned to keep us moving forward.
“I didn’t know you’d had a crush on me that long.”
She scoffed. “Right. Did you think I just happened to start a stuttering problem when you turned fifteen and got all those muscles?”
I laughed at how irritated she sounded, and I imagined her blushing at the admission. I had noticed her occasional stutter, but it wasn’t until I was a couple years older that the fact she blushed every time I looked her way made her crush obvious.
Fuck it. I shoved my hand beneath my waistband and grabbed hold of my hard length. “I used to have to jerk off after seeing you, all that blushing you did made me so damn hard.”
“Cameron.” My name was a rasp and it sounded sexy as hell.
I didn’t let up. “Tell me something.”
There was a pause, a rustling sound, and, hell, I hoped she was climbing into her bed. “Anything,” she finally said.
My balls tightened as she said it. “Where are you?”
“I um… I just climbed into my bed.”
Perfect. “Even better. Grab one of your toys I know you got hidden somewhere.”
“I don’t… I… did you snoop?”
Her irritation only made me harder. “No, Sunshine. You’re sexy as hell, and your ass and hips are built for a good, hard fucking, and my guess has been, trust me, I’ve thought about this more than I should, that there was no way Kip was doing the job you needed, so I figured you had them to finish what he couldn’t.”
“Holy shit, Cam.”
“Am I wrong?”
Not that I liked the visual of her with another guy. But Kip was Kip. He was a guy, but not the man she needed.
“He did everything just fine. Most of the time.”
“My poor girl.” I tsked. “Being left unsatisfied at any time is a crime. I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen again. You got your toy?”
“Um… yeah. But…”
“Turn it on, let me hear it.”
“Cameron…”
“Let me hear it, baby. Then I’m going to listen to you scream, thinking of me, calling my name, and I’m going to be so proud of you for doing something like this with me.”
“Are you… are you in bed?”
“Been hard since you answered the phone. So damn hard for you, I’m leaking cum all over my stomach.” A moan so damn needy came through the phone. “Now let me hear your toy, Sunshine.”
A constant buzz came through the phone.
“Tell me about it. Is it big? Or just one you use on your clit?”
God, I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Couldn’t believe she was going along with it with only a slight hesitation. Granted, if I could see her, I had no doubt her cheeks would be eggplant-colored from nerves and her pulse would be racing.
“Both?” she said, after a long enough time it took her to debate answering. “It’s not huge, but it works, and it has a part for my clit.”
“You’ll need a bigger one. Something to stretch you out. Don’t worry. I’ll order you one.”
“You’re not buying me a sex toy, Cameron.”
The hell I wasn’t. I was big, and I didn’t want to hurt her. “Trust me, Ava. You’ll thank me for it. Now, you wet?”
Silence, and then her breathy little moans came through the phone, and God, how I wanted to know if she was testing herself with her fingers or her toy. “I’ve been wet since you told me about your dream this morning.”
“Jesus.” My eyes slammed close, and I sucked in a breath. My dick pulsed in my hand, and I wasn’t lying to her. I was leaking like a loose pipe all over my damn self. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been this hard.
“Use your toy,” I demanded, my teeth grinding together. “I’m gonna come at the very thought of that, and I know the noises you make won’t take me long.”
“This is weird.”
“It’s fucking sexy as hell, and you better get used to it because we’re going to be doing this a lot.”
It took a second, and then she was there. The buzzing sound was gone, but the noises that came from her were so much better. “Oh. Shit, that feels good,” she moaned into the phone. Whimpers quickly followed.
“That’s it,” I told her. “Fuck yourself. Make sure you’re slamming that in as hard as it can go, because once I’m finally back inside of you, I won’t be able to be soft. Not with you.”
I jerked myself. My balls were so damn full and tight it was painful, but every sound that came through the phone made the pain worth it.
“Cam… Cam… I’m gonna…”
“Do it, Ava. Let me hear my good girl.”
She screamed then and came, chanting my name and curse words until nothing more than the most incredible, gorgeous, and sinful sounds came through the phone.
I shot off like a rocket, my cum spitting all the way to my chest as I groaned through my own release and climax.
“Shit, Sunshine. I’m not sure I’ve ever come that hard. It’s all over me.”
She laughed then, quietly. And then she rocked my fucking world.
“Will you, um… will you send me a picture?”
“Oh, you are filthier than I expected. You bet your ass I will.”
I took a picture, texted it to her, and heard the beep on her phone when it came through.
“Look at it.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
“Oh,” she gasped. “You… um… you are big.”
I was also still hard in the picture and with the way I was holding my dick, it almost came up to my belly button. I wasn’t even offended she’d forgotten. It’d been dark that night, and her first time would have been painful either way. I’d done the best I could back then making it good, preparing her, but I knew more now. “Now you know why I need a toy to help get you ready for me.”
“I, um… need to clean up. And then maybe go pinch myself to make sure this really happened.” Nervous laughter came through the phone.
She had nothing to be nervous about. Not when it came to me.
“It happened, Ava. And when I see you Saturday, I’ll make sure you know it’s real in person.”
“This is going so fast,” she said again, and that fear was back.
“Funny.” I climbed out of my bed, my knees still weak from the orgasm but my dick still hard. I figured that was the state I was going to live in from now on. Hard, every day, thinking of Ava and those sounds she made. “I feel like it’s been a decade too long.”
Ava
I can’t believe you bought this.
As predicted, I walked around in a perpetual state of semi-hardness all week.
The last thing I needed was to receive this text from Ava, complete with a picture of the toy I ordered and rushed delivery on right before I headed to the field.
Thank God for sports cups that would keep me contained on the field. None of my teammates needed to see what she was doing to me.
Me
Make sure you use it tonight. And tell me all about it tomorrow.
And just because I knew she liked it, knew it’d make her want to tear off the packaging and use it immediately, I followed up with another text.
Be a good girl for me.
“Ready?”
A hand slapped on my shoulder, making me swallow down a grunt and quickly clear my phone screen.
“Yeah.” I turned to Curt, our second-best tight end behind Marlin. “How are you feeling?”
He’d been struggling with a pulled hamstring muscle. It wasn’t enough to keep him out of the game, but enough he wasn’t playing as well as he could.
“Not bad. Be better in a few weeks as long as I take it easy. Nothing will stop me from taking the field in the first game.”
“That’s exactly what I like to hear. You heading to the hotel after practice?”
With our game tomorrow, we’d spend the night at a hotel. If we wanted, guys with wives and families or whatever could head home for a couple of hours, but it didn’t make sense to drive back home, then come back to the stadium, where we’d catch the bus to the hotel anyway. Usually we practiced at a different practice facility on the other side of Denver, but on days before home games, we always did a walk-through on the stadium field.
“Yeah. Might spend some time on the treadmill there, keep everything loose.”
“I’ll join you.” I wouldn’t play much tomorrow, and not being active drove me crazy. Plus, now I’d have to work to banish all thoughts of Ava and the toy I sent her from my mind. I’d have time to call her once I was at the hotel, but not much, and even though I had the room to myself, I wanted to see her use it on herself in person, not when I needed to be quiet in a hotel room.
“Sounds good. How’s Potter looking to you?”
“Still nervous, but getting better. Can’t figure it out either. I know he didn’t play last year, but it’s not like this is his first year or anything.”
“Yeah, but last year he was third string and played for like one quarter in the preseason. Now he’s the backup. More pressure for him even then.”
“True. I think he might just need to relax. He carries around our playbook like my grandma used to carry her Bible.”
Curt rolled his eyes. “Kid does seem to be too serious, and that’s saying something coming from me.”
Curt Biles lived, breathed, ate, and slept football. I wasn’t sure he did anything else. If he wasn’t hanging out with guys from the team, he was probably watching game film alone at home. He loved it that way, and I admired his singular focus even if I wouldn’t live that way. His position was harder, with more competition, and tight ends were drafted at a much higher rate than quarterbacks.
As long as I didn’t start massively screwing up or get injured, this spot was mine. Other positions didn’t have the security. And even if I screwed up, Potter wasn’t close to being ready to take on the starting role. At least not yet.
“Movie night in my room after dinner and the team meeting. Maybe a night relaxing with his teammates will help.”
Biles gave me a fist pump. “You’re on.”
Bonus: It would keep me from spending all night jerking off to thoughts of Ava and what she was doing. Even if I wouldn’t play much tomorrow, I couldn’t be too damn tired to throw a football because I spent all night draining my other balls.