15. Chapter 15
Sebastian
Cameron Cole had absolutely zero right to tell me to go away when he had my girlfriend in his room.
If it hadn’t been for the tiny terrors following me down the hallway, I would have busted open the damn door.
But, I was considerate. If that stupid behemoth was defiling my Princess, I didn’t want Jasper and Juniper to see anything when I opened the door.
So, instead of fetching Cameron and Mason for dinner like Sophia had asked me to, I made an excuse and vanished into my apartment.
You know, I had really done Mason a favor by installing cameras throughout the house. It meant that I could protect her better. No one in this house could so much as insult her without me knowing.
I slipped off my hoodie and tossed it onto my bed before crashing into my desk chair and opening my laptop. After just a few clicks, I could open up my cameras.
At first, it was a grid with a view of all the rooms. Sophia and Lucian were completely engrossed in dinner with the kids, but they weren’t my concern. After a moment of searching, I found Cameron’s room and double-clicked on the small screen to enlarge it before leaning in to view it closer .
Mason was lying on Cameron’s bed with her knees bent while he showered her in kisses. Her laughter filled the air, and a strange feeling flooded my system.
It wasn’t quite anger or even jealousy. After all, I’d gotten off to Mason's sex tape so many times that I could tell you what happened when. I was used to her having sex with someone else. But what I wasn’t used to was whatever this strange, empty, magnetic feeling in my chest was.
Cameron pulled away and flashed her a dreamy smile that made my heart soar. I didn’t find him particularly attractive or anything, but he had a nice smile.
Mason’s chest heaved as she regained her composure. She pressed a hand to her chest and propped herself up on her elbows.
“You alright? No pain or nothin’?” He seemed genuinely concerned.
Should she be in pain?
“What’d you do to her?” I mumbled.
Mason’s dark hair swayed as she shook her head no.
“Good.” That was Cameron’s last word before he practically tackled Mason to the bed.
If it weren’t for her reigned giggles, I would have gone downstairs and made him regret touching her.
I was terrified he’d hurt her, but the longer I watched, the more Cameron seemed like a golden retriever eager to play with his owner.
“You’re sure it’s okay if I go further?” he panted.
Mason seemed almost too excited at the idea of fucking Cameron. A lesser man would have used this to start a fight. But I knew if I argued, she might ask me how I knew she was excited about that, then I’d have to explain the cameras.
There was a spark of pure, unadulterated joy in Cameron’s eyes as he grabbed the neck of Mason’s skeleton-themed shirt.
He hesitated for a moment before tearing through the material like it was wet tissue paper.
Mason’s excited gasp mixed with the sound of ripping cotton and a spring tightened in my stomach.
I looked down to see my cock slightly pressing into my sweatpants.
A tingling sensation crept up my neck, and my breathing hitched .
A rush of embarrassment mingled with the budding arousal, and I thought about slamming the laptop shut just to save my pride… but no one was here to witness my shame.
Plus, it wasn’t Cameron turning me on. It was Mason.
Just Mason. Nothing else. Cameron just happened to be there, kissing her neck in a way that made Mason’s back arch.
I knew what that sensation felt like: Alex had a beard, and he’d kiss my neck in an attempt to get me to finally fuck him.
But I knew my virginity was for someone special.
Still, I wondered what Cameron was doing differently to make her moan with just his lips on her neck. My cock went full mast, and a bead of pre-cum dampened my sweats. I stood up just long enough to slip the cotton down to my ankles.
When I sat down, the plastic mesh material of my chair was cold on my ass. Even that didn’t stop me from gliding my hand down my erection. The balls on the three piercings spanning the underside of my cock twisted, causing a shiver of pleasure to ripple through me.
It’d been a while since I last masturbated.
After having sex, the feeling of my hand or even a toy could never compare to the warm, tight, wet feeling of Mason’s pussy, so I usually saved my needs for her to satisfy.
But there was something about watching the way her expressions changed for someone as lowly as Cameron that got me going.
She could be upstairs getting the best cock in her life. Instead, she was settling for the human equivalent of a grizzly bear. The act alone could have been seen as a jab at me, and that’s when an idea hit.
She wanted me to get jealous. She wanted me to watch her fuck Cameron. Mason Albright wasn’t an idiot, and she wanted to remind me of that fact by punishing me. And what a beautiful, fitting punishment it was.
I was so desperate for this girl that I’d drink her bathwater if she commanded me to. But Mason knew the best way to drive me crazy was to deprive myself of my drug of choice: her.
When Cameron pulled back, Mason’s chest was rosy, and her knees started to shake .
“I ain’t even touched you yet, and you look like you’re about to come,” he taunted.
Mason’s dissonant gaze widened as she feverishly shook her head no. That’s when I realized she was probably having another one of her episodes. It wasn’t uncommon for Mason to stop speaking for hours or even days, especially when she was worked up for a prolonged period.
But, when she got like that, I assumed sex was off the table. But there she was, ready and willing to accept Cameron’s unworthy cock?
“I bet I could make you come with just my hand.” His low voice sent a chill down my spine, and I stroked my cock a little slower. “But you don’t want that, do you?”
This time, Mason’s silent refusal was a little slower, as if she wasn’t sure.
This caused a crooked grin to sprout on Cameron’s lips. He lay beside her, causing me to realize just how massive this man was. He had to be nearly two feet taller than Mason, and his gargantuan frame made Mason look like nothing more than a toy.
My heart beat a little harder as my hand stilled. My cock throbbed against my palm as Cameron walked his touch down Mason’s exposed stomach, following one of her stretch marks along the way.
“Do you know how absolutely perfect you are, pretty girl?” His voice was low and raspy. “That’s right, my girl is gorgeous.”
My chest felt so hot I couldn’t breathe.
Mason shot him a coy smile, and Cameron traversed lower, sneaking a hand into the waistband of her pants.
She went tense as her lips parted.
“And to make it better, you are absolutely, undeniably mine .” The possessive edge in Cameron’s voice caught me off guard.
Mason knew she was mine, and I made that painfully obvious. But, with her words not cooperating, she couldn’t defend our relationship. I should have been angry, but all that did was fill me with the desire to prove Cameron wrong. To remind Mason who the fuck she actually belongs to .
Before I could linger on the subject, Cameron did something that made Mason jerk. She pulled her lower lip into her mouth and tipped her head back as a look of bliss colored her perfect face.
She reached over and squeezed Cameron’s arm so tight that his tanned flesh bulged between her fingers. Without thinking, I started to stroke myself again. My breathing came in small, needy gasps as I tipped back in my chair.
Mason made some sort of breathy whine that caused Cameron to freeze.
I did the same, and he withdrew his hand.
His fingers glistened with Mason’s arousal, and I thought about what it’d feel like to suck her off his fingers; if he’d react when I ran my tongue along his digits and bit his fingertips when he withdrew them from my mouth. Would Mason like it if it did that?
“No one said you could come,” he warned.
I looked down at the pre-cum glistening on the head of my cock. I’d gotten close, too. If I was down there, would Mason and I have finished together?
Mason stared him down as if she was silently daring him to tell her she couldn’t. She never got that attitude with me. Was that a sign of her loving me more? Or… was there something he could do for her that I wouldn’t.
Cameron looped his fingers into her pants before yanking them down with one fluid movement. With her clothing out of the way, he stood and removed his own. I looked away for a moment so I wouldn’t scar myself by seeing Cameron’s penis, but after a moment, curiosity got the best of me.
I needed to see what would have Mason so willing to belittle herself.
My first peak was a small one. I cracked an eye and shut it just as quickly as it opened. But what I saw had to be wrong. I’d need to dedicate more attention to this… for Mason, of course.
So, I turned back to the screen. In the time I looked away, Cameron had put Mason on all fours, and her face was toward the camera. Her cool toned tattoos helped her stand out in Cameron’s mostly warm-colored room. She was like a blackbird sitting on the branch of a maple tree.
Cameron ran a massive hand down her back, stopping to rub it for just a moment. Mason’s head sunk into the comforter as she groaned with pleasure.
I made a mental note to schedule her a real massage .
“That feel good, pretty girl?” Cameron asked.
Mason’s weak mhm was muffled by the comforter.
“Good, just try to relax for me, alright?” His voice was soothing, but my soul nearly left my body when I noticed the toy in his hand.
It wasn’t that I’d never seen a butt plug, just that I’d never seen one like that. Instead of the standard smooth shape, the blue silicone was in a swirled shape–almost like a less severe corkscrew, and there was a small black remote near Cameron’s knee.