Page 42 of The Story of Us
“Well I’m not exactly dressed for dinner.”
“You’re dressed perfectly. I’ve always wanted to have a twelve year old boy with great tits over for dinner.” He tries to keep a straight face as he speaks.
“Do you realise how wrong, on so many levels, what you just said is?” He tilts his head back and considers what he said for a few seconds and I laugh when his eyes widen.
“Shit, fuck yeah, no, no, I am not, in any way, attracted to twelve year old boys, even if they do have tits like yours, or look like you in any way. Fuck, I don’t like any boys, of any age, or men, blokes, I don’t find… ”
“Okay, okay Cam, I get it, I was joking.” He rakes his hand through his hair and those dark eyes burn right into me.
“Shall we go then, upstairs?” he asks, before I can answer the other phone on his desk rings, he picks it up. “Fuck off,” he says and puts it straight down again. He stands and I slide off his lap.
“Sooo authorative,” I say to him, rubbing his chest as if I’m impressed with the power he exudes, which is actually turning me on no end. He pulls me to him and grinds the erection he still has going on into me, it presses the seam of my jeans, right into my clit and I fight to control my bottom jaw as it drops open, I clamp it shut and swallow hard.
“Oh Kitten, you have no idea.”
His breath is hot and right in my ear and on my neck. I grab his arse cheeks and pull him into me tighter, I am on absofuckinlute fire inside and I know that I’m getting wet, he pushes his fingers through my hair and holds onto the back of my head and looks down at me. “Don’t tease me Kitten, coz I will take you, right here, right now, right over this desk if it’s what you want but you are pushing me to stage where I won’t ask again, I will just take what I want.”
My head swims with his words. How can just words have that kind of effect on me? I bite down on my bottom lip, I do want him, now, on this desk but I need a clear head, I have some questions I need answering before I take this further, because being the sad little compulsive person that I am, I’m afraid I won’t care what the answers are once we have sex and I need to save myself from that fate.
CHAPTER 13
Cam led me out to the bar by my hand, the bouncers were still sitting at the bar talking and both turned to look at us, I watched as their eyes remained on my hand in Cam’s.
“I’m taking the rest of the night off Ben, take any calls and keep an eye on things, I don’t want to be disturbed unless it’s an absolute emergency.”
“What about the meet with Eddie?” Giant monster man asks… Ahh so this is Benny.
“I’ve spoken to Eddie on the blower, I want my money Ben, I let it go because I didn’t want to see him lose his house but his Misses has left him now she’s found out about his other bird, so fuck him, I want my dough.” He looks at me, then brings my hand up to his lips and kisses the back of it, Benny just stares, and the other bloke’s eyes almost pop out of his head and I wonder why that is.
“I’ll ring down in a bit for some food, I’ll call the bar phone.” He looks at me. “Let’s go.”
“What, wait, you’re going upstairs?” Benny asks.
“Na Ben, I’m going to fucking Mexico. Of course I’m going upstairs, I don’t expect someone to deliver me food elsewhere.” Benny’s eyebrows rise up, they would be hidden by the hair of anyone else but Benny doesn’t have any, he’s as bald as a babies arse and just as pink.
“Okay,” he says with a shake of his head.
Cam leads me to a door behind the bar, we go up a flight of stairs then he unlocks another door and we are in a hallway, this leads through into a large open planned living, dinning and kitchen area. Everything is white, except the sofas, which are black leather. The fireplace is huge, white marble Adams style, with a black marble hearth.
He lets go of my hand and goes over and flicks a switch and it roars to life, he turns and looks at me. “See how good I am at turning things on,” he says with a wink and I cannot think of a single comeback.
“Park your arse; what would you like to drink? I’ve got a couple of Aussie wines in the fridge I need to taste for the new restaurant if you wanna give one of them a go?” he calls out while I watch him open a fridge that’s full of wine.
“I’ll give it a go,” I call back.
The kitchen is all white with a black marble bench top that matches the hearth, I watch him as he puts the wine into a cooler and turns to head toward me with two glasses in his hand, he smiles when he sees that I’m looking at him. “Was you looking at my arse Kitten?”
I shake my head. “I was looking at all of you actually.” He smiles.
“Good girl, honesty is always the best policy you know.”
“I don’t tell lies Cam.”
“No? You don’t give fuck all away either, do you Kitten?” I sigh and shake my head, not sure if I’m ready to go there yet.
“What dya fancy eating? The menu’s over there.” He gestures toward the coffee table. I pick it up and have a look through.
“What do you fancy?” I know what I’ve said before the words leave my mouth but I keep looking at him innocently, waiting for his answer. He sits back into the corner of the sofa, drapes one arm across the back, the other that’s holding his wine glass, he rests on the arm, he’s kicked off his shoes and his right foot is resting on his left knee, he brings his wine glass up to his lips and without taking his eyes from mine he takes a sip.
