Cammy got them out and dropped them onto her pillow as she tried to remember a time when her mom was still here. The memories faded with every year, and now the room smelled like Brent as she dropped onto the pillows and took a deep breath. It was all Brent, and Cammy looked around to see a bachelor’s bedroom, complete with a huge television and king sized bed with warm brown paint on the walls.
The door opened again, and she looked as Brent walked in with a couple of glasses and set them on the table by the bed. “I want you to masturbate for me, Cammy.” She gulped and stared at him as he sipped from one of the glasses. She’d always wanted to do that for someone, not just anybody. She wanted to do it for Brent, and here he was asking her to. “Touch that dirty cunt for me. Make it spit for me again.” Her fingers slid between her legs as he took a seat at the end of the bed and watched carefully. This was a welcome sensation to her, but the idea of him watching her made it that much hotter as she stroked and touched herself before sliding some fingers inside. “How many times have you done that with me in mind?”
“So many.” Cammy keened as one of her most secret dreams came true and she came with him watching her. Cammy couldn’t stop touching herself, and she rubbed her clit fiercely as he watched to cum again. “Oh my God. I am so horny right now. I don’t want to stop cumming for you.” Cammy jerked as another explosion dampened her fingers and she gripped the sheet with her hand.
Brent dropped between her legs and held her hand in his as he dipped his tongue over her to lick her. “Honey. You taste like fucking honey.” He licked her again before drawing her clit into his mouth. “I want to lick you until you’re wet and begging for me to take your tight cunt. My cock is ready for you, Cammy.”
“Give it to me. Give me your cock. I need you to fuck me hard.” He shoved her legs apart and licked her thoroughly as he found every fold and taste of her juices. Brent spread his fingers over her nipples and spread her taste onto one before he started fucking her with his hand again and sucked it off with his teeth.
“Are you ready for me?” Brent asked, and she reached for him as she tugged at his shirt. Brent stood and dropped his clothes to the floor before he reached into the drawer of the nightstand. “I am getting you on something, we don’t need these. I need to feel you bare.”
“Are you safe?” Cammy asked as she watched him cover himself and look over her body.
“I always fuck without a condom, if I fuck at all. Sometimes I spank them and watch them come before I shoot all over their backs. It’s not always about sex but with you…I can’t wait any longer,” Brent told her before he moved to the bed and drew her feet to his shoulders. Cammy watched as he positioned himself before her, knowing that this was her first time at anything but awkward attempts at sex. “Are you a virgin, Cammy?”
“Not technically but I’ve never felt anything during sex before.” He slid forward and carved her open with his massive cock as she cried out.
“And now?” Cammy screamed that she felt everything as he buried himself inside of her and stilled so she could adjust. Brent pulled back and drove into her again, sometimes slowly and sometimes hard and fast. She knew that she was close, but Cammy tried to hold it until he gave his command and she watched as he smiled down at her. “That’s a good girl. You’re a natural, Cam.” Another deep thrust. “I am going to cum baby. I want you with me.” She was screaming his name when he pushed into her again and gripped her hip with one hand while he leaned on the other.
“Shit, you feel so good. So tight,” Brent moaned her name as he jerked into her one more time before he collapsed on the mattress. “You’re everything that I thought you would be, Cammy.”
CHAPTER 5
Brent offered her some wine after they’d relaxed for a while and asked if she was hungry. “I know that you ate, at least I hope you did.”
“I think we had some appetizers,” Cammy replied as she felt too heavy to move. Her body ached everywhere, but it was a pain that she never wanted to forget. It was a pain that she didn’t want to give up, and Cammy blinked as he kissed her shoulder.
“I’ll order some of the Thai that you like. They’re open late.” Brent reached over the bed to grab his phone and dial a number before he placed an order easily and hung up. He dropped beside her on the mattress and turned on the television as he too in her useless form. “Are you okay?”
Cammy moved to sit up and drink more wine before she forced herself to answer. “I’ve never felt like that. I’ve never cum like that or anything like that.” She looked up at him as he pushed her hair back with his hand. “What’s happening to me?” Her voice started to rise as he stroked her breast and nipple with one hand.
“I am teaching you how to give someone control. I am teaching you about the best sex that you could ever have,” Brent assured her as she stared at him with sad eyes, “I am giving you life, Cammy.”
She downed the wine, needing the intoxication to distract her from the overwhelming thoughts that she was having. Cammy knew that she was sinking to a dangerous level, but she talked herself out of being afraid as they ate on his bed with forks and more wine as they discussed the upcoming Stanley Cup Finals. Brent was always a sports fan, and Cammy had a close friend in school that was originally from Canada and had gotten into hockey back then. She argued her point with the reigning West Coast team versus the east coast team as he laughed and shook his head.
Moments like this made him seem more like her stepfather that took her in and loved her, and the guilt started to set in. She dropped against the pillows and Brent took notice. “Are you okay?” He asked as she nodded and stared at him.
“I just remembered growing up with you after you met Mom. I always felt so welcomed by you.”
“You still are, just differently. We grew into something different.” Brent looked at her. “Did that feel good to you?”
“God, yes.”
“It only gets better,” Brent promised her as Cammy shuddered and curled her feet up to her chest. They watched some of the scores quietly before he took the leftovers downstairs and she settled back. This was a comfortable room, and she knew that she could sleep in here, sleep in his arms.
“Shit,” Cammy said as she sat up when he walked back into the room wearing his shorts that he’d slid on to go back and forth through the house. She blushed as she realized that he was there.
“What’s wrong?” Brent asked as she looked down at the floor.
“I just thought that Tasha works tomorrow. I should go to my room.”
“Tasha works at nine. She also works in the rest of the house and has been instructed not to bother us in our rooms.” Brent stared at her as her mouth fluttered open and closed.
“She can’t find out that we’re doing this.” Her eyes were wide, and he closed the door and dropped his shorts easily.
“Doing what?” Brent asked as he pressed her back onto the bed and kissed her stomach. “What are we doing?”
There were so many things that she could say, but Cammy only allowed one word to cross her lips. “Fucking. She can’t find out that we’re fucking.”
“She won’t.” Brent moved his lips over her neck as she gripped his body and pulled him closer. He took her on her knees this time, hard and deep as she cried out his name.
They slept after that and Cammy woke up at eight to sneak back into her room as she dragged the imaginary tail between her legs. She crawled into her bed in her light and airy room as she looked around. She didn’t want this anymore, and Cammy closed her eyes as she tugged the sheet up over her naked body. She wanted to think that this was just sex and control for him, but this would end badly when it finally came to a close. They couldn’t repair what had happened between them, and Cammy started to cry softly in bed before she drifted off to sleep for another couple of hours.
Cammy got up and showered before she dressed in some shorts and a tank top to go downstairs. She looked into the mirror for a long time as she braided her hair over her shoulder, taking in every detail. There were no marks on her skin, nothing showing what she was doing with him. There was nothing in her face or her eyes that she could see, but Cammy knew that she was different.
Her core ached as she walked, but it was a pain that she no longer knew how to live without. There was a pain in her heart that she knew would only grow stronger. “Hi. Tasha.” Cammy smiled at their assistant as she went into the kitchen and poured some coffee. “How was your weekend?”
“Great. We went to Santa Barbara to see Gene’s parents for the day.” Tasha scrubbed something in the floor before she looked up at Cammy. “Yours?”
“Relaxing. I went to have drinks with Chloe. That was fun.” Cammy smiled as she looked around the house. As large as it was, it sometimes felt like it was closing in on her.
“How fun. How is she?” Having worked for them for a while, Tasha knew most of her friends, and they all loved her.
“Good. Summer and all.” Tasha told her that Brent had gone into the office, and Cammy nodded as she pretended to look at something out of the window.