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Chapter Six

Cameron

Y es, I do want to know what Ruby did with Dean.

There is probably something sick about that, but so be it.

If I only have three days to nurture the twisted needs inside of me, I’m not going to inhibit them.

I’m going to take advantage. I’m not just a simple voyeur.

Some dude who gets his rocks off watching other people have sex.

It’s a very specific scenario that gets me hard.

And it all traces back to that day, that strange fucking day. Ruby’s last tutoring session with me.

While my father was visiting.

Yeah, this sickness is all tangled up in Ruby, just like the rest of my libido.

God, maybe even my heart.

How else can I explain how my entire world was rocked by seeing her again?

How else can I explain how fast my pulse is racing now, my stomach in knots?

“Dean,” she whimpers, loving the way I’m sucking her neck, that spinner body perched right on my stiffness, unable to keep still. Jesus, she’s so sweet.

“Bet he couldn’t keep his tongue out of this pretty mouth, either, could he?” I rasp, praying she doesn’t think I’m weird for wanting a play-by-play.

For enjoying it.

“N-no, he couldn’t,” she whispers, tipping her head to the left so I can reach more of her neck, rubbing my scruff against the sensitive patch of skin beneath her ear.

“Tell me more,” I demand.

“We parked for a while and, um…” I hear her swallow. “Are you sure you want to hear about…this?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t sure,” I assure her, stroking a hand down her wet hair. “Dean and I might hate each other, but thinking of how he probably couldn’t keep his hands off you…it gives me an ache, angel.”

She blinks, but her gaze is free of judgment. “Oh.”

“Now, I want to know.” I press our foreheads together. “Did he pull your panties down in some dirty alley and fuck you, Ruby?”

“No,” she gasps, her pupils expanding in the moonlight. Holy shit, this is making her horny, too. As if I need one more reason to desire this girl. “No, he didn’t do that. Not yet.”

“Hmm. What did he do to our little Ruby?” Without warning, I heft her higher, bringing her perky little breasts on level with my mouth, the water splashing around us.

I let myself enjoy their bounce for a moment, my balls throbbing over the barely there bathing suit top, how her hot tits are one good thrust from popping free of their scant coverings.

Need to see them. Touch them . Using my teeth, I drag aside the silver triangles, one then the other, beginning to circle her pointed nipples with my tongue, groaning over the supple texture of her.

“Did he take off your bra and suck on your tits?”

“N-no.”

“Tell me what you did with him, Ruby,” I beg, crossing to her other nipple. Taking as much of her breast in my mouth as I can, suctioning, wanting to fucking maul her.

“We…we parked for a while and I sat on his lap,” she says, breathing hard.

“Were you facing him?”

“Uh-huh.”

A sound stutters out of him. “I bet that made him hard, didn’t it? Our fantasy girl sitting on his dick, kissing him in her innocent pleated skirt.”

A breathy moan escapes her. “Y-yes, he was hard.”

“Did you like making him hard?”

An audible swallow. “Yes.”

I drop my right hand to the surface of the water where it laps against her hips, dragging my knuckle down the silver string of her bikini. “What about you, angel? Was your pussy wet and eager for a ride?”

She nods, her tits rising and falling faster.

“Did you want him to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“But he didn’t.”

“No.”

“What did he do?” I trace my knuckle down to her slit and work the soft flesh open, rubbing the silver string on top of her clit, her body beginning to tremble against mine. “He had some fun with this tight, waxed cunt, didn’t he? Even if he didn’t fuck it.”

She can barely answer, she’s breathing so hard. “Yes.”

“Did he finger you, Ruby?” I yank aside the bikini string, pressing my knuckle to her entrance and twisting. “Did he stuff his wedding band up this single girl pussy?”

That part of her constricts, her back arching, as if involuntary. “C-Cameron…”

Dear God, I didn’t expect this to get her off, too, but it is.

She’s almost hyperventilating, she’s so turned on by my sensual interrogation.

Her incredible body, slick with pool water and moonlight, twists in front of me, her nipples erect, red from being sucked, and every time I rotate my knuckle, it brings her closer to the edge.

There’s nothing but Ruby. She’s taking up my entire world, just like I always dreamed she would.

But there’s a movement past her shoulder, inside the house.

On the other side of the sliding glass door.

Dean takes an irritated swig from a beer bottle, watching me suckle her delicious nipples, my fingers between her splayed thighs. Rubbing. Teasing.

He’s pacing. Pissed off.

This is no longer about him, though. It’s about me and Ruby.

How her restless movements communicate to me that she needs filling up—and goddamn, I need that, too.

My balls are heavy with unspent come, my thoughts and my breathing ragged.

Listening to details about Ruby and Dean’s date might have stoked my fire to an inferno, but visions of her beneath me—and me, only—dominate my brain now.

And with that desperate throb between my thighs, I drag her out of the pool, carrying her a few yards and throwing her down onto one of the lounge chairs, my fingers fumbling with the ties of my board shorts.

“Spread your legs if you want it.” She drops her knees, the silver string pulled tight across that pink slit—Christ—and I shove down my wet trunks with a shudder, cock in hand.

Jacking, jacking, as her eyes widen over the length of me.

“I’d tell you I’ll be gentle, but I’d be lying.

I’m about to break this motherfucking chair railing you, angel. ”

I plant my knees on the lounge chair, my balls already verging on eruption just knowing I’m allowed to bang this beauty with no condom. The tip of my cock has barely touched down in her wetness when Dean speaks up behind me.

“Stop. Now .”

“Fuck off, Dean.”

“She’s still a virgin.”

“You’re lying.” I’m two seconds from getting up and swinging on this bastard for interrupting us. With a lie, nonetheless. “You just want inside of her first.”

“Tell him, Ruby.”

Her knees cinch together and she sits up, chewing her lip. “I…I am. I haven’t been with anyone like this.” She crosses an arm over her tits. “I guess I j-just got carried away.”

“Fuck,” I exhale shakily, in pure disbelief, my body still on fire. “ How? ”

“I asked her the same question,” Dean says, dryly. “I had to stop you, man. You were about to fuck her silly.”

“I’m still about to,” I wince, wrapping a fist around my cock, no idea how the hell I’m going to come down from this sexual high without Ruby beneath me.

She’s the only thing that’s going to satisfy me.

Maybe she has always been that—my only outlet for satisfaction.

And I never got to have her. I need her now .

“I’ll try and go slow,” I force out through the pain, reaching for Ruby’s ankle and pulling her down into a prone position, prowling on top of her, those big, blue eyes blinking up at me. Nervous but excited.

Dean moves into view beside the chair. “Why should you get to have her first?”

“She opened her legs for me.”

“She’d have opened them for me earlier if we hadn’t been in public.” Dean kneels beside Ruby, stroking her tangled blonde hair. “Whose dick do you want first, baby?”

Her gaze zips between us, troubled, even amid her arousal. “I…I…”

“I’ll lick your cunt first, unlike this idiot,” Dean says, pressing his open mouth to her temple. “A real man always licks it first.”

“Only if they’re not a good enough kisser to get her dripping wet, like me.”

“Go to hell, Cam.”

“I think we should ask your wives who goes first,” Ruby blurts.

Dean and I freeze, exchanging a measured look. We both know Ruby is right. We have to take the decision away from the three of us, or someone is going to get slighted.

I don’t give a shit about slighting Dean, but it would upset Ruby.

Before I can predict his move, Dean scoops Ruby up off the lounger, tossing her mostly naked body over his broad shoulder, fireman carrying her toward the glowing house.

I waste no time jerking up my shorts and stalking after them, my vision grainy, thanks to the lack of blood in my head.

I find them in the kitchen, Ruby still draped over Dean’s shoulder, her magnificent ass on full display—which does not help my condition—while Dean hits the button on his phone to call Polly, presumably.

A moment later, Polly’s face appears on the screen. Molly is beside her.

They’re in white robes, as if relaxing at the spa.

“Oh my,” Polly deadpans. “Guess the micro bikini went over well.”

Molly chuckles.

Dean strokes a hand up and down Ruby’s ass cheek, giving it a cracking spank. “We need you two to decide who sleeps with her first.”

Our wives’ mouths drop open. “You haven’t slept with her yet? I didn’t even think we’d make it back to the hotel before she was spread eagle.”

“It’s complicated,” I grunt, walking into the frame. “Choose fast, ladies. Who first?”

Polly taps her mouth with a manicured finger. “I have a fun idea.”

“Explain,” Dean demands, dragging Ruby down off his shoulder, her legs catching in a circle around his waist. They stare into each other’s eyes for a beat before their mouths connect in a charged kiss. “Fast, Polly,” he growls with Ruby’s lip between his teeth.

Can my wife tell it’s taking everything inside of me not to beat off, watching Dean and Ruby make out?

The hastily done laces of my shorts are stretched to the limit.

Do I want her myself? Yes. God yes. But I can’t pretend my loins aren’t in a pretzel watching him manhandle her, knowing what I know.

Remembering how we got drunk together during senior year, before we stopped being friends, and Dean confessed he fantasizes about Ruby calling him Daddy. Being her Daddy.

No matter what I do, I can’t exorcise that from my brain.

“I have an idea.” Polly says, primly. “Men. You’re going to strip down and sit on the couch. Ruby, you’ll kneel and suck them both off. One, then the other, then back again and so forth. Thirty second intervals. Whoever can hold on the longest gets to take Ruby first.”

While I’m reeling from the thought of the oncoming pleasure/torture, Molly chimes in, cheerfully. “Before you get started, Ruby, go put on that sexy schoolgirl outfit we packed for you. Just to make things interesting.”

“Bye, folks. Have fun.”

Molly blows a kiss. “Bye!”