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Chapter 28:

I took Cam's hand in mine and weaved through the crowd of gyrating bodies to go back to the table to grab our things. Ron and Kelly were sitting up in the booth, talking to one another. She was busy making eyes at him. I guess Kelly had moved on from Cameron tonight. Ron smiled when Cam tried to wrap himself around me like a blanket.

"We're going to head out." I said, grabbing our things while trying to wrestle with a very inebriated 6'2" toddler. He was determined to put his hands in places he normally wouldn't and I had to keep pushing them away before he latched on.

"Treat her like a Queen, Nash." Ron said as he slapped his hands away. Cam was sneakily trying to wrap his hands around me to squeeze my breasts when I went to grab my bag.

"I plan on it. All night long. We are going back to my place to do it." Cam slurred back to him.

"Are you now?" Ron smirked.

"She's going to get naked and then we are going to get it on. We are going to have lots of sex tonight." Cam boasted proudly.

"No, we are not." I said to Ron, who was grabbing his sides in laughter.

Cam stumbled into the table and knocked over a few of the empty bottles. He began apologizing to them. He was telling them he was a good guy and would never do anything to hurt them intentionally. I grabbed his arm before he started trying to propose to them.

I led Cam out into the cool night air. He stumbled to his truck and climbed into the passenger side. He fell in sideways and laid across the bench seat. I had to shove his feet in so I could close the door. Was this what it was like dealing with me when I was wasted? How could anybody stand doing this all the time? This was an eye-opening experience.

I went around to the driver's side and climbed up to get in. I hated driving his truck, but at least it was night and there weren't too many cars on the road. The lanes always felt too small and I could barely see over the steering wheel. I turned the key in the ignition and put it into drive.

A few minutes into the short ride home and Cam decided it was time to go for it. He laid his head on my lap and buried it between my thighs. I screamed at the unexpected movement and swerved, narrowly avoiding a pole. The truck hit the curb and we bounced up onto the sidewalk. I hurriedly turned the steering wheel as I tried to get us back on the road.

"Damnit, Cameron. You almost made me hit a telephone pole." I smacked the back of his head as hard as I could.

"You're an even worse driver than I am." Cam was laughing at me with his head still nestled securely in my lap.

"Well, I would be better if you stopped trying to stick your head between my legs. Do you want me to get us home in one piece?"

"Do you know how sexy you are when you're mad?" Cam slurred while he kissed my thighs. I was struggling to concentrate on the road as he continued to move his strategic drunken kisses towards me.

"Cam, not while I'm driving." I complained as I hit the steering wheel in frustration. I was struggling to keep myself from closing my eyes and moaning his name.

"Then pull over. I want to put my tongue on you to see what you taste like." Cam's head was directly between my thighs and he was reaching up to unbutton my jeans.

Where the hell had this side of Cameron been hiding? Fuck, he wasn't making this easy for me. I had to keep my composure.

I pulled his head up by his hair and pushed him off of me. It didn't work. He laid right back down with his head on my lap. He nuzzled deep into me and closed his eyes. I rested my hand on his forehead and began stroking the soft strands of golden hair. He moaned under the light pressure of my fingertips.

"That feels really good. Don't stop." Cam whispered to me.

"Wasn't planning on it." I said, glancing down at him with a smile.

He closed his eyes, resting under my touch as I softly sang to the radio for the rest of the ride back to his place.

When we were finally in his driveway, I got out of the car and went to the passenger side to help Cam out. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders so I could help get him inside. When we got to the front porch, I leaned him up against the brick wall so I could unlock the door.

Within five seconds, Cam decided that wasn't where he wanted to stand. He walked up behind me as I was fumbling with the keys looking for the right one. I felt his hands slip around my waist and slide over my hips. He pushed into me from behind and I had to brace myself with my hands against the door to keep from falling over.

"You don't even know the things you do to me, Jess." He whispered in my ear.

That was a lie. I could feel exactly what I was unintentionally doing to drunk Cameron. It was placed firmly against my backside. I was panting for him. It took every ounce of fight I had in me to not rub up against it. I wanted to work my hips over him and let him feel what I could do for him too.

He was too drunk. He was only doing this because he wasn't thinking clearly. He looked like he was going to blackout any minute.

I gathered myself and was able to find the key that fit into the deadbolt.

Cameron almost knocked us both over when I swung the door open. He was still trying to push into me from behind. I caught us on the door frame and struggled to walk him down the hall towards his room. He had managed to find a way to superglue himself to my body.

"Cam, it's time for bed." I said, trying to get him to move towards his room.

"Oh my god, yes." He cheered. I rolled my eyes even though I knew he wouldn't see it.

I shuffled Cam back to his bedroom to go lay down. He flopped down so hard on the bed that I thought it was going to break in half. It made a terrible creak underneath him.

He began unbuttoning his pants as fast as he could. He had his jeans on the floor in seconds around his ankles. His dark blue boxer briefs were pulled as tight as they could go. He was going to rip them soon if he wasn't careful.

I walked over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of basketball shorts for him to put on. I looked down and smiled when I saw a framed picture of the two of us laughing as we were lying in the grass. Cam could always make me smile; he was the best friend anyone could ask for. Even on a night like tonight, when he was drunk and decided it was finally the time to get into my pants. I sighed, wishing he wanted me like this when he was sober. I knew drunk Cameron just saw me as convenient. He knew I never turned sex down, but tonight I would have to start for him.

I walked over and handed him the shorts. He grabbed them and spun me around to pull me down to sit on his lap. His warm breath was already on my neck before I could even register what was happening.

"I'm ready, Jess. I want you. Be with me tonight." His hands were everywhere all at once. I was going mad from feeling his desire against me. I remained on his lap for a few seconds longer, drinking him in.

I couldn't do this to Cam. I had to be strong for him.

With every ounce of goodness I had in me, I untangled him from me and hopped up to my feet. I turned around out of breath and stared into his glassy gray eyes. I knew I was making the right decision when I saw his unfocused eyes rolling back in his head.

"Goodnight, Cam." I ran to the door before I changed my mind.

"Jessa, Jessa!" He whined behind me. "Come back here and play with it."

"Cameron, you have your own hands. You play with it." I stuck my tongue between my teeth, trying to hold back my laughter. Sober Cameron would thank me in the morning if he remembered any of what happened. For his sake, I hoped he didn't. I didn't want him to feel ashamed and beat himself up over this.

I closed the door behind me and yawned. My tortured walk to the guest bedroom felt like it took hours instead of seconds. I secretly wanted to stay with Cameron, but doing so would be dangerous for both of us right now. I was on my way to getting better and he was a drunken idiot. There was no telling what would happen if I stayed in that room. He may have had enough self-control when he was sober to do the right thing for me, but I couldn't do it in return for him. I would have bent over for him and let him fuck me until it hurt. Then I would beg him for more.

I was way too fragile still for any of this.

I kicked off my shoes and went back to lock the door. I climbed into bed for the night. I was exhausted, extremely turned on, and utterly confused. I closed my eyes and slipped off into dreamland, where Cameron was the star of the show.

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