by Jenny Wood
“No shit?” He asked, looking a bit shocked. “I wouldn’t have guessed that about him. I should’ve, but didn’t.” He chuckled again, kissing me quickly on the lips and keeping his smile.
“I’m mad at myself for ignoring my interest in you. I knew you were sweet and funny and I swear I had to get up and leave the room every time I heard you giggle because I wanted to throw you over my shoulder and caveman you until you agreed to join me in my lair and never leave.” Jody said seriously even though he was smiling.
“I’m mad at you for not doing that.” I smiled, squeezing and pulling him down, further on top of me.
“So consider this my caveman act. You can’t ever leave.” He was outright smiling, now.
“We’ll see.” I grabbed his head and mauled his mouth; showing him my inner caveman.
Chapter 10: Jody
Nothing could’ve prepared me for seeing Cameron Rydell, lying in my bed in nothing but a pair of low riding, boy shorts. I slid my hands up his body, pulling his little strappy shirt off with it. His body was slim and beautiful. He soft in all the right places and his skin was baby smooth. I wanted to take bites out of him, he looked so good. I started with his lips, they were puffy and pink from my nibbling on them. I sucked them into my mouth and felt him squirm beneath me. I trailed my lips down his neck, down his chest and paid special attention to his small, dark, flat nipples.
I licked my way down his stomach, nipping and sucking every little bit of skin I could. His body jerked and tightened, causing the sexiest little whimpers I’d ever heard. I licked him through his lace panties, tracing his shape with my tongue. I loved the smell of him, the taste of his skin. He smelled like vanilla, always; every part of him. I couldn’t wait to taste more. I slowly slid the prettiest, frilliest panties down his long, lithe legs and threw them over my shoulder as I spread him out in front of me. He was shaved or waxed everywhere. He was perfectly smooth. I didn’t know I’d like that until now but I’d suddenly realized that it was my favorite because it was him.
“Don’t stop.” He whined and I realized I had indeed stopped, to take him in. I leaned lower, taking him into my mouth. The taste of him exploding on my tongue. I held his hips down and went crazy, sucking like I was starved for it. Nobody had ever made me lose control like this before and I didn’t care about anything else but making him come for me.
“Jody!” He gasped, trying like hell to move his hips, to fuck my mouth. I almost let him, almost. I ran my tongue down his balls and further below, tonguing his perfectly pink hole. It amazed me that it looked so pink and perfect. So tight and unused. I was used to hair or a little color; I’d seen my fair share, I couldn’t lie. Cameron looked perfect, like out a dirty magazine or something, made up to look like that. I wanted to feast on him, so I did.
“Oh! Jody!” He called out, body arching off of the bed. My control had snapped. I plunged my tongue inside him, over and over again until he couldn’t breathe. Finally, after several long minutes of tonguing the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen. I crawled up his body and took his mouth again. I reached over to the nightstand and yanked it open while Cameron sucked on my tongue like I had just sucked his cock. I grabbed the lube, blindly searching for a condom until I found a strip and brought them all. Cameron must’ve heard the snick of the lube cap because his hands gripped my sides almost painfully as he bit his own lip and groaned. His eyes were closed but his body was still writhing around the sheets. He was breathing heavily and his cheeks were as pink as the rest of him. I’d never seen anything more beautiful.
“You sure you’re ready for this, baby?” I whispered against his lips; coating my fingers with lube. I started easy, but one finger wasn’t enough for him.
“More” He breathed, mouth hanging open slightly and his eyes shining so incredibly bright in my dark room. “I need more of you,” Cameron whined. Two fingers quickly turned into three and I was ready to be inside him. I couldn’t wait to feel him. I tore open the condom with my teeth and used both hands to roll it on. Cameron’s hands were all over my body, feeling and squeezing and rubbing me down. His hands were small and smooth and I loved the feel of them on me.
I lined up at his entrance and pushed forward slowly, Cameron was having none of it. He used his legs to lift himself up and impale himself down on my cock. We both froze as he got used to the stretch and burn of his sudden attack. I held my breath, praying I wouldn’t come the second I moved. I wanted to already. Instead, I sat back and pulled him up to me. Chest to chest, Cameron on my lap, arms around my neck, he raised himself and slid slowly back down. His mouth, open against my lips, mewing his sounds into my mouth. He was so tight and hot, inside.
“Fuck, Cameron. You feel so good.” I tell him, framing his face with my hands. His eyes are lust filled and glazed over. He looks incredible right now.
“You do, too.” He whimpers again, in my mouth. He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, biting it hard, with his teeth.
“Don’t do that. I wanna hear you.” Thumbing his lip free, causing him to gasp as I hit his inside, just right.
“Oh!” He breathes, inhaling loudly and whimpering with each exhale. “Right there!” He begs, grinding on my dick, squeezing me tighter with every part of his body.
“Fuck” I curse, getting closer and closer, the harder he rocks his body on me.
“You’re going to make me come.” He whispers frantically. I grab his cock and stroke as he rocks back and forth, ensuring I stay as deep as I can, inside him.
“Fuck, Cam. Fuck baby” I growl, too close. “Yeah, that’s it” I feel him squeeze my dick and his body stills, tightly. “Come for me, Cameron. Come around my cock.” I lift my hips and pound him through his orgasm, chasing mine at the same time.
“Jody! Oh, god. Jody. Don’t stop! Keep fucking me. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” He chants as I lay him down and let myself go. Pounding him into the mattress and feeling him take everything I have to give and still begging for more.
Feeling Cameron rake his nails up my back and squeeze my flesh is what threw me over the edge. I slid in and stayed inside him, pouring myself into the condom that I wish wasn’t there. I wanted to feel myself flood him. Maybe next time.
“Holy shit.” Cameron murmured, arms and legs falling to the mattress. I dropped my body beside him and grabbed a handful of tissues off the nightstand, cleaning myself up and ridding myself of the condom. I grabbed a couple more and wiped off my chest and stomach where Cameron painted me with his come. I couldn’t help but smile as he turned to his side to face me.
“Why did we wait to do that” He giggled playfully. I turned my body to face him and pulled him closer to me.
“I don’t know, let’s not do that anymore.” I teased.
“Deal” He agreed.
Cameron laid his head on my chest and ran his fingers through the small smattering of hair I had in the center of my chest. I kept my arm around him, running my fingers through his short hair on the back of his neck and head.
“Thank you for not being weird about the panties and stuff.” He says softly, shoulders tense as he broached the subject.
“Why would I be weird about it? You looked good in it. Like, really good.” I emphasize, meaning it wholeheartedly. Seeing him laid out on my bed in his panties wasn’t something I’d ever forget anytime soon- if ever.
“You don’t think it’s strange?” He asks.
“What’s strange about it?” I asked, honestly.
“I don’t know. I’ve just always been made to feel like I’m dirty or different for liking it.” He shrugged. That pissed me off for him.
“Well, you are different, in the best ways. Don’t be ashamed for liking what you like, baby. People will accept it, or not. The people who don’t, aren’t people you need around anyway.” I offer. It’s true, I learned that, long ago.
“My mom and dad were junkies; alcoholics too. My brother Liam and I, we were different from everyone in school because we were poor and our pa
rents were popularly known for various reasons, none of them good. Liam was like you, he never cared what people thought of us. He stuck up for us a lot.” I start to tell him about my childhood, something I never, not ever, do.
“You have a brother?” Cameron asked. “Like, a blood brother?” He clarified, knowing that the Kennedy’s and I were brothers of the not blood relation.
“I did. He passed away when we were kids. He was fourteen, I was seven. I don’t really know what happened, it all happened so fast, just one second he was there, the next he was gone. My dad slung him to the ground by the back of the neck. He was always shoving us around or putting his hands on us. I thought he got knocked out or something…. When I went into the system, I was told he was dead. I never saw him again and every time I asked my mom, she’d only cry. So I stopped asking. I still don’t know what happened, don’t know if I even want to know.”
“I’m so sorry that happened to you. What happened to your dad? Did he go to prison?” Cameron asked, concern lacing his voice.
“He died that night, too. My mom killed him.” I whispered. Cameron’s small body wrapped my much bigger one in his arms and hugged me to him. It was sweet, he was sweet. I can’t describe the weight that felt like it lifted in that moment. Was it telling someone about it or just letting it go, myself? I wasn’t sure. What I was, was grateful that Cameron was here to listen.
I fell asleep long before Cameron did, my head on his much smaller chest. I woke up the same way.
The next two weeks were spent, much the same way. Cameron went back to work, make-up covering the majority of the yellow tinted bruises, but it was enough that nobody knew they were there unless they were looking. He was also still staying at our house, because although Asher hadn’t shown up any more, he did pop up from time to time, out where we were or twice at the hospital where Cameron works at. Of course, we’d known he had friends at the hospital and he made no attempt to approach, he did make it clear that he was watching Cameron.
Each time, we’d report it to Sherriff Marks who would make a call and remind Asher that Cameron was under the protective order, so if he showed up in a place Cameron was, it was up to him to vacate the place, not Cameron. Asher was manipulative and swore he wasn’t trying to cause trouble. Nobody believed him. Still, he hadn’t called or came by so I was dealing.
Cameron seemed to be okay, as well. He was spending every night in my bed; several nights a week hanging out with Kady and the rest of the guys, since Kingsley was back from his honeymoon, but still very much in the honeymoon phase. They weren’t around a lot and when they were, it was almost sickening. Cameron seemed glad to have his friend back though and Morgan liked to hover.
Jase was getting ready to graduate and had been accepted into two colleges thus far. One in Georgia and Michigan. He wanted to get a degree in Youth Services, he no longer wanted to be a teacher but he wanted to help kids like Ms. Jay does.
A career counselor at the college in Michigan had offered Jase a summer position, working for him in his office if Jase wanted to come for the summer and intern. He’d be paid and share a living space with two other students in a three-bedroom apartment. He was really considering it and only had two weeks to decide. His graduation ceremony was in three days. He was no longer attending school and graduation was a big deal, he was a nervous wreck.
Everything seemed to be going back to normal; well, a normal that meant I was in a relationship and I liked having him to come home to at night, or vice versa. Some nights he’d come in late, I’d already be in bed and he’d curl up next to me or climb on top of me; depending on how his night went.
The guys were super supportive of our new relationship; even Morgan, who I feared would warn him away from me. He didn’t though, he encouraged it from both sides. I appreciated that Lord knows I deserved a little karmatic payback for almost breaking him and Kingsley up, what felt like a lifetime ago.
Tonight was going to be a night that I beat Cameron home. I made dinner for everyone and put his in the oven, in a covered plate. Kady had requested manwiches, so we had that with cottage cheese, broccoli and ranch dip, and tater tots.
Kingsley, Morgan, Conner, Kady and I were all lounging on the sectional when Cameron came in. He smiled as he peeked into the room and saw we were all watching Finding Dory that Conner rented. I can’t even lie; it was kind of a cute movie. Jase was at his buddy Lonnie’s graduation party and I suspected he had a chick there because he’d been spending a lot of time at this kids house.
“Cameron, do you want to watch Dory? We can start it over for you!” Kady offered when she saw him peek in.
“No thanks, Squirt. I’m going to shower, you keep watching.” He smiled, adopting the nickname that we all called her. He winked at me as he disappeared down the hallway. I waited for a solid three minutes, my mind on the shower where my naked nurse was sure to be before I excused myself to join him. Morgan and Conner giggled as I walked away. Fuck em’, they’d do the same if it was Kayson or Kingsley.
I was surprised to walk in my room and not find Cameron in the shower, instead; he was spread out, completely naked on my bed with two fingers already plunging in and out of his ass. It stopped me in my tracks, the door wide open.
“I was hoping you’d follow me. Am I taking you away from your movie?” He asked, cheekily.
“I thought you were taking a shower?” I asked, watching his fingers disappear inside.
“I did at the hospital.” He breathed. “You want to shut the door?” He suggested and I complied, not taking my eyes off of him. I slowly walked to the bed, shedding my clothes as I went.
“Look how hard you got me. Just looking at you.” I tell him, palming my cock in my hand and rubbing slowly, up and down. The look on his face is enraptured as the tables turn.
“I thought about you all day.” He confesses.
“What’d you think about?” I ask, crawling up the bed, kneeling between his open legs.
“Having you inside me; your body on top of me.” He tells me, licking his lips and trying so hard to keep his slow pace. I roll a condom on and I lick my palm and get myself wet; if there was one thing that I’ve learned about Cameron, it’s that he likes the burn, of me stretching him. He loves it.
“I need you, Jody.” He whispers. All my teasing stops. I don’t give him a chance to be ready for me, I drop my body on top of him and slide myself to the hilt in one thrust. I mute his surprised scream with my lips.
“That what you wanted?” I ask him, pulling out and slamming home again.
“Yes!” He halfway screams. His hands are clutching my back as I wrap his legs around my waist and fuck him, over and over.
“Oh, Jody.” He moans. “So good.”
“Yeah.” I groan, agreeing; never slowing my punishing pace. I hope the guys turned up the volume on the TV because I’m not stopping. I push myself up onto my knees and grab Cameron’s hips and tilt them to where he’s bouncing on my cock, his back still on the bed.
“Jody!” He screams in surprise, undulating those hips in the most seductive way.
“I can’t wait to fill you up,” I tell him, the words pouring from my mouth as he watches me. His body is shaking, his fists clenching the sheets beneath him.
“Yes,” He gasps. “Do it.”
I was hoping to have that conversation with him later, the getting tested and being exclusive conversation, but now works too.
“Fuck, baby,” I growl, too close to losing it.
“Come in me, Jody. I want you inside me. I wanna feel you marking me, inside.” His filthy fucking mouth. My thrust comes harder, the bed slamming against the wall; sweat pouring from my body and onto his stomach and thighs. “Make me yours, Jody. Mark my body. Fill me up.” He begs and I lose it; shooting so hard in this condom that I wish wasn’t there. At my growled curse, I feel Cameron shoot between us, painting his own chest this time around. I drop my body onto his much smaller one, holding myself from crushing him by my forearms but burying my face
in his neck and inhaling the delicious scent of vanilla and Cameron. Whether or not I’ve ever done this relationship thing before, I can’t imagine not having him in my life, in my bed anymore. I hold him so tight, begging whoever will hear my mental begging, that I get to keep him. I think I might even love him.
Fuck.
Chapter 11: Cameron
I’m pretty sure I’m in love with Jody Mars. I was pretty sure I was halfway there before we started this whole thing, but now that we have this….relationship, of a sort. I don’t want to imagine a life without him. That scares me because, well… I don’t want to imagine my life without him. That makes me sound crazy, I know. Still, it’s the truth.
I didn’t get home until almost ten, last night. I don’t even remember when I started referring this place as “home” but such as it was. Jody and I were up half the night and into the early morning hours before I finally got that shower I said I was going to take. Now, he was at work and I was going to enjoy my day off. It was Thursday, so Conner would have a late night at the bookstore. Kingsley was working with Kayson and Jody and Morgan was working on a painting series that his friend/gallery owner wanted to showcase in her next, Spring, showcase, so he wasn’t around a lot.
Jase had settled on going to school in Michigan for a year and if he didn’t like it, or got home sick, he’d come back home. It was a good compromise for all the boys because Jody and Kingsley were weary of him going so far away from home. Jody had really stepped up and took this role of big brother seriously. Don’t get me wrong, King and Kayson did too, but Jody and Jase had something special.
