Page 49 of Please Save Me

It wasn’t quite anger or even jealousy. After all, I’d gotten off to Mason's sex tape so many times that I could tell you what happened when. I was used to her having sex with someone else. But what I wasn’t used to was whatever this strange, empty, magnetic feeling in my chest was.

Cameron pulled away and flashed her a dreamy smile that made my heart soar. I didn’t find him particularly attractive or anything, but he had a nice smile.

Mason’s chest heaved as she regained her composure. She pressed a hand to her chest and propped herself up on her elbows.

“You alright? No pain or nothin’?” He seemed genuinely concerned.

Should she be in pain?

“What’d you do to her?” I mumbled.

Mason’s dark hair swayed as she shook her head no.

“Good.” That was Cameron’s last word before he practically tackled Mason to the bed.

If it weren’t for her reigned giggles, I would have gone downstairs and made him regret touching her.

I was terrified he’d hurt her, but the longer I watched, the more Cameron seemed like a golden retriever eager to play with his owner.

“You’re sure it’s okay if I go further?” he panted.

Mason seemed almosttooexcited at the idea of fucking Cameron. A lesser man would have used this to start a fight. But I knew if I argued, she might ask me how I knew she was excited about that, then I’d have to explain the cameras.

There was a spark of pure, unadulterated joy in Cameron’s eyes as he grabbed the neck of Mason’s skeleton-themed shirt. He hesitated for a moment before tearing through the material like it was wet tissue paper. Mason’s excited gasp mixed with the sound of ripping cotton and a spring tightened in my stomach.

I looked down to see my cock slightly pressing into my sweatpants.

A tingling sensation crept up my neck, and my breathing hitched.

A rush of embarrassment mingled with the budding arousal, and I thought about slamming the laptop shut just to save my pride… but no one was here to witness my shame.

Plus, it wasn’t Cameron turning me on. It was Mason. Just Mason. Nothing else. Cameron just happened to be there, kissing her neck in a way that made Mason’s back arch. I knew what that sensation felt like: Alex had a beard, and he’d kiss my neck in an attempt to get me to finally fuck him. But I knew my virginity was for someone special.

Still, I wondered what Cameron was doing differently to make her moan with just his lips on her neck. My cock went full mast, and a bead of pre-cum dampened my sweats. I stood up just long enough to slip the cotton down to my ankles.

When I sat down, the plastic mesh material of my chair was cold on my ass. Even that didn’t stop me from gliding my hand down my erection. The balls on the three piercings spanning the underside of my cock twisted, causing a shiver of pleasure to ripple through me.

It’d been a while since I last masturbated. After having sex, the feeling of my hand or even a toy could never compare to the warm, tight, wet feeling of Mason’s pussy, so I usually saved my needs for her to satisfy. But there was something about watching the way her expressions changed for someone as lowly as Cameron that got me going.

She could be upstairs getting the best cock in her life. Instead, she was settling for the human equivalent of a grizzly bear. The act alone could have been seen as a jab at me, and that’s when an idea hit.

She wanted me to get jealous. She wanted me to watch her fuck Cameron. Mason Albright wasn’t an idiot, and she wanted to remind me of that fact by punishing me. And what a beautiful, fitting punishment it was.

I was so desperate for this girl that I’d drink her bathwater if she commanded me to. But Mason knew the best way to drive me crazy was to deprive myself of my drug of choice: her.

When Cameron pulled back, Mason’s chest was rosy, and her knees started to shake.

“I ain’t even touched you yet, and you look like you’re about to come,” he taunted.

Mason’s dissonant gaze widened as she feverishly shook her head no. That’s when I realized she was probably having another one of her episodes. It wasn’t uncommon for Mason to stop speaking for hours or even days, especially when she was worked up for a prolonged period.

But, when she got like that, I assumed sex was off the table. But there she was, ready and willing to accept Cameron’s unworthy cock?

“I bet I could make you come with just my hand.” His low voice sent a chill down my spine, and I stroked my cock a little slower. “But you don’t want that, do you?”

This time, Mason’s silent refusal was a little slower, as if she wasn’t sure.

This caused a crooked grin to sprout on Cameron’s lips. He lay beside her, causing me to realize just how massive this man was. He had to be nearly two feet taller than Mason, and his gargantuan frame made Mason look like nothing more than a toy.

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