Page 46 of SALT

When I heard her, she wasn't trying to get caught. Cameron has teased me many times over the years, but never with this, not until now.

"Tell me. Did you search for my toy so that you could picture me using it?"

"Yes," I answer honestly. The first time I ever caught her masturbating, I had come home early from work one afternoon, which is something I never do. I had a splitting migraine, and when I reached the top of the landing to start down the hall toward my room, her door was cracked open, and so was the door to her ensuite bath, where her delicate moans echoed off the tile as she pleasured herself. I stood and listened far longer than I should have, and when I finally walked away, knowing staying until the end would wreck me, I heard her come, and fuck me if it wasn't my name that spilled out on a breathless moan. The next day, when she went to school, I scoured her room in search of the toy she used instead of me.

Once she has the toy, I say, "Pull it out." I love the way she listens.

Pulling the strings on the silk cover, her baby blue dildo easily slips out. "What now?"

"Now I want you to wrap your lips around it like it's my cock." A small smile pulls at her lips before she kisses the tip and drags her tongue down its length, making my dick pulse in my hand. I stroke it hard as I watch. When she swirls her tongue around the top, a drop of cum leaks from my tip. "Stop teasing me and suck it," I command as I release myself so I can press the button and taunt her the way she is me.

"Mmm," rolls off her lips, and I curse under my breath as I try to prop up my phone. Once I have my phone set against a pillow, I see that her lips are now fully wrapped around the dildo as her pelvis has subtly started to rock against the vibration of the toy. Fuck, the only way this could be hotter was if I were sitting at the foot of the bed smelling her sweetness as it glistened inches away from me once more.

My hand once again finds my length, and I tug long and slow, imagining it is her warmth wrapped around me as I push inside of her and not my damn hand. I let my thumb off the remote, and she whimpers before popping the toy out of her mouth.

"I want you to put it in with the toy."

"Everett, I don't think it will fit with the toy."

"If I were in there, would you let me push inside of you?"

"You know I would."

Fuck! Why did I ask that? It only makes staying right here that much harder. "I told you I was big. Put me inside of you."

Her piercing blue eyes cut through the camera and steal my breath. My thumb releases the button as she lets the blue tip slowly drag down her body, her eyes steadily locked on the man she knows is on the other side, the man she wants to be inside her, and while I want to watch its descent, I can only stare into her eyes as the want I see there consumes me. No one has ever looked at me the way she does. Trapped in her blue abyss, it's not until her eyes flutter closed and her teeth bite into her bottom lip that I realize she now has both toys inside her. My thumb reclaims the button, and she drops from her wrist to her elbow as she props herself up with one arm.

"Turn over, sunshine." Her heavy lids stare into the camera in question. "Rest your head on the bed and put that ass you like to tease me with in the air." Fucking hell. More cum leaks from my tip once she's in position. There's a reason Cameron wears thong bikinis all fucking summer; she has a perfectly round ass, thick without being too muscular. It's the kind of butt you want to sink your teeth into, literally. When I see her hand snake up between her thighs to push the dildo back in, I press the button, and at this new angle, I can see her clench around the toy. "Are you still thinking about me?"

"Always… fuck me, Ev."

"If I were behind you, my hands would be digging into your hips as I pulled you back on my cock, thrust after thrust, ripping those intoxicating mewls from your pretty mouth." Her hips instinctively begin to rock, controlling the pace instead of her hand as she pushes back on the dildo. My own strokes follow suit, mimicking hers, as though I was indeed behind her, pleasuring her just the way she likes it.

"Everett, I'm not going to last," she moans. I let off the button on my remote, not wanting this to end, but it's her hurried pace as she rocks back on the dildo in shorter, faster thrusts that has my hand doing the same. She's chasing her release, and fuck if I don't want her to have it. "Come with me, Ev. Please…" Her hand fists in her comforter, and her cheeks tense as her orgasm takes hold. "Ev… Mmm, so good…" she draws out.

Her words send me over the edge as warm cum coats my hand. "Fuck…" I grind out as I catch my breath. There will be no getting over Cameron Salt. I'm fucking lying to myself to say otherwise. This is now the second time I've come in my hand because of her, and there's not a time in my life that I can recall having a better orgasm. How fucked is that?

"Did you come with me, Ev?" she asks softly as she tries to regulate her own breaths.

"Yeah, sunshine. I did."

She rolls over, pulling a throw blanket with her as she covers herself before saying, "Thanks for the birthday present."

Before I can respond, she presses a button on her phone, and the screen goes black. My head sinks back into the pillow, and I close my eyes. "I'm so fucked."

It's been a week. One week of torture, one week of pure hell. I've barely seen Cameron since the night of her birthday. The next morning, when I came down for work, she was in the kitchen looking more beautiful than I'd ever seen her before. Every day I see her, I swear I see her more. I see things I didn't know I was missing. I've been staring at her for years, but somehow, I missed the scattering of freckles on her left shoulder that resemble the little dipper, the way she brushes her hair behind her ear when she's nervous, and maybe most of all, the way she always gives me her full attention when I'm talking to her. It's the last one I think I've always noticed, but I took it for granted, and now I hate it. I hate it because she hasn't looked me in the eye once, not since I told her no.

One week ago, as she stood at the refrigerator filling her tumbler with water, our eyes connected for the first time since our shared release. My feet instantly brought me to her side, where I found my hands cradling her face, her mouth inches away from mine. I saw everything I wanted reflected in her crystal blue eyes. She wanted the same things, and I wanted to pretend a little longer that I could be the man to give them to her; that I wasn't the man that would ruin her, wasn't the man that would break her heart with ugly truths and things we can't change, but I didn't. Instead, I let her go.

Her hand reached out for mine as I released her, and her bright eyes pleaded with mine as she said, "Please, Ev. I want this. I want you to touch me."

"I can't. You don't know what you're asking."

Those were the last words I gave her. We haven't talked since, and it's tearing me up. My hand rested on her doorknob almost every night as I stood outside her door and battled with myself over all the things I wanted to say, only to settle for walking away because letting her believe her own assumptions are better than the truth I have. She doesn't understand that not all stories need to be told. They don't all have happy endings. She wants to keep me but doesn't understand this is the only way she can.

"Hey, do you have a minute?" Lauren says as she pushes open the door to my office with a knock.

"Most people knock before entering, Lauren," I say without glancing up from my computer. She's the last person I care to entertain right now.

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