by Wyatt, Dani
She followed his instructions and in a split second, his mouth was on her again, this time taking a bite out of each ass cheek as Victoria gasped and jerked.
Pain shot down the backs of her legs, pulling the skin into goosebumps as he laid his teeth into her again.
“Owww,” Victoria moaned into her forearm as she rested her head against the back cushion.
“Just marking my territory, babe. My brand will be all over your ass.”
He bit down hard enough that it jolted her, but it also sent a shock wave directly from her ass into her belly, a rush of heat and tingling dancing between her legs.
She wanted more, it hurt, but it seemed to only throw gasoline on the fire and she felt her hips cock up and back, opening herself and inviting him to give her what she so desperately needed.
“Feed me your pussy.”
Cameron lowered down behind her. He could smell her pussy’s heat.
Victoria pressed her hips up and back until she felt the flick of his tongue on her soaking entrance. He sucked at the fountain of her flow and circled her nub until her hips quivered on his face.
“Good girl.”
Victoria yelped as he moved up, his tongue circled her dark entrance, slipping his fingers down lower and into her soaking heat. The sensation of his mouth on her ass turned her belly into a spring wound far too tight as he finger fucked her pussy and his tongue began to open her from behind.
“God, oh my God — “
There were no words for how this felt. He swirled around slow, licking her dark bud and driving his fingers upward in time with the pressure from his tongue. He worked the tight ring of her ass, then his tongue pushed gently until her body yielded and opened slightly.
Her hips were shaking as he attacked her ass with his mouth just as he did to her pussy. His tongue unrelenting until he pushed just inside, his fingers working fast and hard in her soaking core until everything else it the world fell away and she came with a jolt and a scream as his tongue fucked into her tight, dark star.
Victoria struggled to catch a breath, the orgasm pulsing and tingling from her toes up to her scalp, while Cameron devoured her.
She never dreamed someone would want to do that to her, or that she would ever want them to. He didn’t ask, and she was fairly sure he never would, and it had given her a freedom to just feel and not worry or think about what was happening.
If he was more gentle, slow and easy, asking her what she wanted, she was sure she would have cowered away from the things he did to her.
If she thought too much about what they were doing, she would be under the sheets with the lights off, missionary only, or not at all. But, Cameron knew her, knew she needed to have the choices taken away in order to be free to experience the pleasure that she never dreamed could exist. Especially for her.
Victoria felt a reckless abandon with him. She wanted to do things she could never have contemplated before. He knew her and even more than ever before, she trusted him like no one else in her life.
“God damn, Vic.” Cameron turned her over and pulled her into his chest. The harsh, hardness of his body pressed into her soft curves, melded their bodies until Victoria couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.
“I can’t believe this. Us, God Cam.”
“What don’t you believe?”
“I mean, come on, it’s a little crazy don’t you think? You. Me. Everything. What are we going to tell everyone?”
“I’ll tell them I kidnapped you and brainwashed you by slapping you with my dick. What the fuck do you want me to tell them? They’ve never given a mouse shit what you want or what’s good for you. I know you are not worried about ‘everyone’, you’re worried about Larry and Roger. Fuck them. They’re going to get what is coming to them one of these days and you and I will be long gone.”
“I won’t leave the gym, Cam. They need me. If I’m gone, the place —”
“Fuck the gym. Why do you have this sick loyalty to them? They’ve used you, treated you like shit, and left you to the wolves. Don’t look at me like that either.” She had that tense, worried look she got whenever Roger was railing on her about whatever imaginary thing she had done wrong.
“But — we don’t know how long this is going to last Cam. I mean, come on.”
Did she really just say that? She really has lost her mind. Must be all the orgasms are making her crazy. Girl needs schooling.
“Stop. Right fucking there. Did I not just tell you exactly where my fucking head is at where we are concerned? Do you want me to break your damn neck? Don’t even — “
Cameron turned, leaving her kneeling on the edge of the sofa cushions as he pulled her hand and Victoria almost fell to her knees.
“What. Ouch, God. You’re a caveman, my legs are not working all that well, give a girl a minute okay?”
“Listen, don’t fucking do that. Don’t even bullshit kid around about this not working or whatever. That’s bullshit. This fuckery has been working itself out for years, now we are here and it works. It’s going to work for a long fucking time. Get your ass up. I’m pissed the fuck off. Come on, shower time. Then, I have to go — “
If he let his baser instincts take over, he would have her wrapped around him and buried deep inside teaching her just how long this was going to last. Instead, he settled for soaping every inch of her until he got a handle on the battle between his brain and his cock.
“Come here.” Cameron held her clothes out for her to get dressed.
“God, you’re impossible, you know that? Just what I need another man bossing me around.”
“I’mma let that go because if I don’t you’re going to be up Shirley shit creek. Just shut up and come on babygirl. God, you’re a pain in my ass.”
After she pulled on her jeans and gym t-shirt, Cameron had them down the stairs and in the Camaro. It was dark, just the shadows of the shapes that came out at night beginning to lurk around every corner as they drove.
“I’m going to drop you at the hospital. You drive Larry and Ash back to the house, okay? Just hang with him over there. I’ll be back late, after mid-night. Just stay there and I’ll drive you home. I’m going to have to clear up this shit with Asher sooner or later.”
“I can handle Asher. It’s nothing, Cam. It will probably never come up again.”
“Uh huh. Clearly, you are delusional. I fucking waited all these years, you don’t know how men work, little girl.”
“Asher is not you. Thank god.”
Cameron took her little jab and reached over to wrap his fingers into her hair. There was a clutching need in his gut to have some kind of physical connection to her every second.
“Just do what I tell you, okay? Pick him up, hang there at the house and keep things light. Are we clear?”
Cameron’s voice deepened as he thought of Asher’s confession. If there was anyone else he trusted to watch over his brother, he would have them there, but right now, she was it.
“Just drive, you’re swerving all over the road. Pay attention.”
“If you don’t take your hand off my knee, I’m going to completely lose my shit and drive us into a parked car.”
“What? This? Is this bothering you?” Victoria tip toed her fingers up the inside seam of his jeans and the Camaro lurched forward as his foot stomped on the gas.
“No, it’s not fucking bothering me, but unless you want to be bent over in the hospital parking lot with your jeans around your knees, you better fucking knock it off. You’ve known me a long time, Vic. Are you beginning to understand I fuck like I fight? Especially with you, there’s some crazy pent up shit in here, so don’t play unless you’re ready to pay.”
Cameron put his hand on top of hers, pulling it up and pressing it down on the long, thick monster that was already rebuilding steam in his pants.
“God, does that thing ever take a break? Are all guys like this?”
“I don’t know shit about other guys and how hard their cocks are or for how
damn long. To answer your other question, yes, my cock is always on patrol. High and fucking tight as a boot camp soldier's hair cut -- at least around you. So, keep that in mind, little girl, I’m taking it easy on you right now so you can have a minute to heal, but you better brace yourself for what is coming, because I’ve been holding back like that little boy with his finger in the damn dike. You’ve got no fucking idea what is waiting for you when the real fucking circus comes to town.”
Cameron rubbed her hand down hard, then lifted it and gently pressed it down on her own knee.
“Keep that hand over there. I fucking mean it because I’m on the verge of a freak show right now. You’re quickly going to understand what a dirty mother fucker I am, I’m all in — l” His voice turned from playful to dark, serious. “Like I said before, this is no fucking joke for me, I don’t see passed tomorrow unless you are in it from here on out.”
“I’m here aren’t I? You just need to give me a minute to adjust to everything. You’re a little intense, Cam.”
She smiled and Cameron felt balls tingle.
I’m going to have to get some kind of cock ring or some fuckery. I can’t walk around 24 hours a day hard as a brick wall. Damn, down boy, give me a fucking break.
He pulled up in front of the doors to the hospital, he threw the Camaro into neutral and engaged the parking brake before jumping around to her side to open the door.
“You don’t have to do that every time — l” He could see the discomfort on her face.
“Yes, I do. You deserve to be treated like a fucking princess, so get used to it. Now, give me a damn kiss and I’ll see you back at the house.”
He stung her ass with a hard slap as she turned to go inside.
“Owww, Gawd — ” She protested, but after a few steps, she wiggled her ass back at him, then disappeared through the revolving door.
You’re in a ass heap of trouble with this one dude. We may not make it a damn week.
26
The waist band of Cameron’s light blue shorts turned dark as the sweat dripped from every intent of muscle and soaked into the fabric.
He thought of her, then all the fuckers that had ever fucked with her in any way as his fists smacked and throbbed. The heavy bag spun and weaved as Cameron’s six feet five inches made it his bitch.
He spun and kicked, then came back with a drum roll of frantic flat fisted punches.
Between her dad, Larry, Asher’s little revelation in the hospital, and thinking of everything they’d put on her with their own fuck ups and getting in too deep with a madman like Topher, Cameron was a cannon primed to misfire and take out anyone within a mile radius.
Reggie took a good look at the devil he needed to tame before the match tonight. It was just a scheduled spar, but there was a promoter hanging around. Word on the Detroit streets was Cameron was back in town working with Reggie, in better shape than ever and the promoter seemed to have more than a casual interest in what was happening in the gym that night.
“Breathe, you’re not breathing man. Focus on your breath, in and out, find those spaces between, the quiet, that’s when you bring the beast, man. You can’t run at Mach ten 100% of the time, you’re going to burn out. Pace yourself.”
Reggie did his best to chink away at the wall Cameron erected around himself tonight, but he could see it was going to be an entirely separate battle to get him to listen to anything.
“Who’s this fucking guy?” Cameron took a step back, wiping his red taped hand over his forehead.
“It’s Simon Reed.”
Fucking shit. This was not what Cameron needed tonight. Simon Reed had a handful of UFC champions under his belt. He had an eye for the underdog, for seeing raw talent and bringing it to the next level.
Cameron cracked his neck and swung his arms in a circle, trying to relieve the mounting pressure in his gut.
“Cameron, look at me. Just fight your fight, don’t fucking worry about him. He doesn’t exist. Dude, you’re gonna get there, but tonight, you just need to channel whatever this is — you’re jacked like someone just violated your sister, man. Chill — if I didn’t know you better, I’d think you’ve been hitting the pipe and haven’t slept for three days. Breathe, you’re either going to get your ass beat because you can’t focus, or you’re going to kill someone. Neither of these are optimal outcomes.”
“Fuck man, I just — I got a lot of shit going on right now.”
“Yeah? Really? I can’t tell. Well, whatever it is, you need to let it go and get with me. We have an hour before you’re going to step in the ring and it’s my job to get you ready. So, for now, just do what I fucking tell you, okay?”
With a primal growl, Cameron spun and slammed the bag with the back of his leg, sending it flying ninety degrees before it swung back and his fists gobbled it up once more like the pistons in his Camaro going balls out 110 miles an hour.
“Dude! Stop, come here. Enough, -- that bag’s tapped out, you win. Come on, we’re going in the back — “
Cameron followed Reggie, but his eyes locked onto Simon Reed as he leaned back, crossing his arms with a smug, satisfied look on his face.
After an hour of dancing around with Reggie’s voice chirping in his ear, Cameron’s heart settled to a deep, fast thud in his chest. Reggie re-taped his hands as they walked to the regulation size octagon in the front and center of the gym.
“Now, listen, he’s comes out hard, so you gotta stay on your toes. He’ll tire out, but he’s going to come at you like a bat outta hell, so just stay out of his way for the first few rounds, then, fight your fight. Slow, easy, steady — “
Cameron heard Reggie, but it was just back ground noise. He had tunnel vision as he stepped through the galvanized metal mesh door and heard the latch scrape behind him.
Reggie pulled them in as Cameron felt the sensation that everything outside of the ring turned smoky black. He slurped around his mouth guard and shook his head.
Voices clanged inside his head until he thought it would crack open. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, sitting in the house with Asher, wondering what was going on.
He finally gets to have her, and the only other person in the universe that means anything to him, tells him he’s got his eye on the same fucking prize. Cameron felt like he was carrying around two cinder blocks on his shoulders, one named Victoria and one named Asher.
“Okay guys, this is just a spar. So, come out, protect yourselves and have a good fight. Okay?”
Both men’s eyes locked onto the other, Cameron shifted his weight back and forth on his bare feet as the lights reflected the thousand glimmering droplets of salty sweat covering his massive, tattooed torso.
“Alright guys, touch fists and come out fighting.”
The last thing Cameron heard was Simon Reed’s voice from behind his corner.
“He’s done. No way he can take this guy, he’s a babe-in-the-woods and Jose’s gonna knock him the fuck out.”
Cameron took one look at the blue mouth guard behind the pulled back lips of his opponent. Time began to slow, Cameron blinked twice as Jose stepped back, his body twisted to a 45 degree angle and he shot forward like a Cobra, his left fist smashing into the meat of Cameron’s cheek and sending a burst of white light into his head.
Seconds turned to minutes as Cameron’s brain bounced inside his skull. Suddenly there was no sound, just a popping in his ears and his eyes saw everything like a time lapse of each micro-second framed individually.
Jose’s lips curled back, Cameron’s chest tightened, and that switch flipped somewhere in his gut.
Everything looked like it was surrounded by a halo of red and yellow. In the split second between Jose drawing back for his next strike, and Cameron’s body absorbing the impact of the first hit, every muscle in his body turned to unquestioning, mindless minions.
Jose’s second blow missed its mark as Cameron seized up and spun in his own orbit, like a shark coming up and out of the waves with a force far beyond
any comprehension.
He was on him from behind before Jose could turn and adapt to Cameron’s new position. Cameron dropped him from below, sweeping both Jose’s feet from under him as his arm latched around his throat in a ‘V’ as both men toppled like the twin towers, shaking the floor.
Jose’s legs flailed, but the silent, mythical beast inside Cameron was running the show and if his opponent was not yet aware, the fight was over.
Between the grunts and growls, Jose struggled to find a hold, pulling at Cameron’s locked arm around his throat like a frantic child attempting to foil a parent’s grasp.
Cameron locked his ankles around the front of Jose’s thighs, curling and dominated the seasoned fighter until that moment when Cameron felt Jose’s hand loosen from the death grip on his wrist and give him three frantic smacks signaling the end of their first date.
Jose’s body went from rock hard ferocity to slack resignation as Cameron flung himself free from the slick, skin on skin of their violent dance.
Cameron lurched up, his hand on the cage door, flinging it back as it crashed against the metal frame of the galvanized steel squares and stomped down the stairs and back to the locker room. His only focus what was happening back at the house.
She was there without him and suddenly there was nothing else that commanded his time more than getting to her and making sure shit was in order.
Cameron pounded out of the locker room door, his bag in his hand. Reggie stood with Simon Reed, both men with arms crossed and Simon immediately jerked his head around to see Cameron heading toward the door.
“Cam!! Come here.” Reggie’s voice broke through and for a moment, Cameron paused his hand on the door.
Reggie was as close a friend as Cameron ever had, his heart slammed in his chest thinking of getting to her, but he owed Reggie his time.
Simon Reed kept his eyes on Reggie, who looked like a cross between a proud father and a defense attorney.
“Dude, what the fuck? Great fight.” Reggie gave him a slam on the back, drawing him closer to the two men.
“Simon, Cameron. Cameron, Simon.”
