15. Chapter 15 #2
He grabbed a nearby bottle of lube and coated the toy before carefully rubbing it in. Once it was ready, he pressed the toy into her. Mason let out a muffled moan as he searched for the remote. When he found it, he pressed the center, and a barely audible vibration filled the air.
My eyes widened, but Cameron acted as if it were completely normal. Like they were doing fucking missionary or something.
But he didn’t stop at just putting a vibrating toy into her ass. Cameron’s hand snaked forward as he twined his fingers into Mason's short, silky hair. At first, it looked like he was rubbing the nape of her neck, but after a moment, his grip tightened, and he yanked Mason's head up.
Her lips were parted, and her eyes closed. As she heaved in a breath, I started beating my cock like it was a death match.
“Look at how well you're taking my toy. How does it feel, pretty girl?” Cameron mused.
Mason remained silent as she tried to look down, but Cameron pulled her head up again.
She now bit her lip and gripped the comforter.
“If I had to guess, you feel full, and the vibration is new, right?”
He let go of Mason just long enough for her to nod.
“Do you think you can take a little more? We’re not done yet.” His tone was sickeningly sweet, but his words were all but menacing.
And, despite not wanting him anywhere near my girl, I was quietly pleading with whatever divine being lived in the sky that Mason would say yes. I wanted to see Mason pushed to her limits. I wanted to see her cum for this behemoth of a man like the whore she was.
When she eventually nodded her head, I was so hard that my cock could have cut diamonds.
Cameron’s grin widened as he ran his tongue along his teeth. They were remarkably white, considering the years he spent smoking.
He palmed her ass for a moment, seemingly fine with just enjoying the way Mason looked bent over. But, after what felt like forever, Cameron shifted around, giving me a full view of his penis.
Why the fuck is he so big.
I was thankful that I was just watching the two from afar because my jaw dropped at his sheer size.
He should have to register that thing as a weapon, Jesus Christ. How the fuck was Mason going to take him? Also, she already had something in her ass. Where was he going to go?
My questions were soon answered as Cameron slowly slid into my girl. Her mouth widened in a gasp as he lazily rocked his hips. He had to look up for a moment, and I swore his eyes rolled back.
“She feels good, doesn’t she?” I sputtered although no one could hear me.
Mason choked on a breath, and Cameron took that as a challenge. He let go of Mason’s hips to pull her head up once more. He then used his free hand to slip two fingers into Mason’s mouth.
“Look at that, all of your holes filled by one man. What do you have to say about that?” he mocked.
Mason moaned as he thrust into her again. This time, he went hard enough to make her tits bounce.
The spring in my stomach tightened so much that it was one wrong move away from snapping .
“It’s more than that, though. I’ve filled all your holes, and now.” He removed his fingers from her mouth, leaving them connected by a strand of saliva .
He continued to slide in and out of her as his hand reached for her stomach. His touch was reverent like he’d worship the very ground Mason walked on if she’d let him—which was the only way to treat someone like Mason.
“Because of these little marks, there will always be undeniable proof that, at one point, every inch of your body belonged to me.”
And just like that, the coil of arousal snapped, leaving a hot burst of cum to exit me and land directly on the keyboard of my laptop.
“God dammit.” I panted, grabbing a nearby tee shirt to sop up my mess.
How to get semen off of a laptop was something I never wanted in my search history. Under normal circumstances, I’d just take it to a repair shop and let them handle my mess… but this one felt too personal to leave in the hands of an underpaid teen.
It took me nearly forty-five minutes to pop off the keys and wipe everything off with rubbing alcohol, but now all that was left was to wait…
which I hated. I didn’t want to risk damaging my laptop by turning it on too early, so instead of watching the cameras for the rest of the night, I ventured downstairs, hoping to see my Princess. Instead… I saw him.
Cameron was in the kitchen, his copper hair slicked back and his shirt off. In the low lighting, I could make out scars on his impossibly broad shoulders and back. I should have questioned him about them, but the long, red lines that stained his flesh distracted me.
I swallowed hard as I realized that they probably changed positions after my little accident and that Mason probably did that.
She never left nail marks on my back.
I drew in a deep, shaky breath and tried to think about anything other than him railing my girl.
“Where’s Mason?” My voice came out shaky, but I had no idea why.
Cameron slowly turned to face me, and I noticed the short glass full of brown liquid in his hand .
“Hmm?” His grumble was so low it practically reverberated in my chest.
Instinctually, my gaze flickered to his crotch. His maroon sweatpants didn’t show anything inappropriate, and for some disgusting reason, that disappointed me.
I forced myself to look up and hoped the dim lighting would hide the inferno in my cheeks.
“Mason, my girlfriend. Where is she?” I forced myself to sound irritated.
Cameron shot me a cocky smirk as he planted his hands on the kitchen island.
From this position, I could see everything I never wanted to.
The definition in his tree-trunk-like arms, the dusting of wiry chest hair covering his front, and just how soft he looked.
If he actually cared about his appearance, Cameron could have an impressive physique.
But, all his muscles were hidden under layers of overindulgence.
“She’s the mother of my child.” He stated calmly. “So you can stop with the my girlfriend line. It just makes you seem desperate.”
I was a little taken aback by Cameron’s… directness. Sure, he and I had never been friendly, but he’s also never outright denied my claim over Mason. I stood and stared for a moment as he lifted the cup to his lips before taking a long swallow.
When he finished, he placed it on the granite countertop.
“You drink?” He didn’t sound too interested in his own question.
“I, uh… yeah, I do,” I admitted.
He blew out a quick breath as he slid the glass over.
“Take a sip of that,” he ordered. “It’s the good stuff.”
I looked down at the glass as I took a deep breath. Was this some sort of sick test? Was Cameron trying to poison me?
Normally, I’d just knock the glass over.
I didn’t have much experience in bars, but I knew that if someone bought you a drink, it was more often than not drugged.
That’s just how the world worked, especially when the drink came from someone with a fake name, but something in me spurred me in a different direction .
The cup was cool and weighty in my hand as I pressed it to my lips. Instantly, the liquor caused my chest to burn, and I almost immediately spit it out. But, if I were to do that, I’d show Cameron that he was better than me at something, so instead of swallowing my pride, I swallowed the whisky.
I almost gagged as I did, but I kept it down.
A corner of Cameron’s lip tugged up, but his smile was more sarcastic than genuine. “You’re lookin’ at me funny.”
His comment caused me to stop breathing as I looked away. I reminded myself that this sudden shift in his behavior was probably because of the liquid courage in his system and not because I’d seen his penis.
He reached over the counter to grip my chin, and my heart nearly leapt out of my body as he forced me to hold his gaze. The lack of lighting made his brown eyes appear impossibly dark.
“Listen, I know you don’t like me.” He drawled.
“I hate you.” I confirmed, but those words came out much softer than usual like I had to remind myself of that fact more than him.
He nodded in approval but didn’t echo my feelings. “But, even with that… I know you love Mason.”
I ran my tongue along my teeth as I thought, letting it linger on my canines as I waited for him to continue, but he never did.
“So… where is this going?” I spoke slowly, hoping he’d catch onto the fact that he hadn’t given me nearly enough information.
Cameron pressed his elbows to the counter and looked at the floor for a beat. His chest rose as he took a breath before focusing on me once more.
“I saw you and Dale talking during service before, well, you know.” He cleared his throat before standing to his full height. It was weird having someone actually tower over me. “And, I need you to tell me everything y’all talked about… for her.”