~ ~ Beatrix ~ ~

Stepping out from the cab, closing the door, I looked up.  I was standing outside Cam and Finn's block of apartments.

Although the day had been hot, the temperature had dropped after sundown and the curb I stood on radiated a pleasant warmth in the cool evening breeze.  Pushing my hair over my shoulder, I turned to see the street dotted with a few passers-by.  I had a weird feeling I was being watched, not a creepy feeling, but odd as a shiver flickered across my body.

Turning my attention back to the building, it felt a little weird being here.  Last time I walked inside; it was to distract myself from Cam with Finn.  And damn, was I distracted.

But now look at this turn of events. I'm heading inside to see Cam and do what, exactly?

My stomach began spinning like a goddamn carousel.

I'd certainly dressed knowing what my body wanted, and I'd picked this little black skater dress because it was sexy and easy to remove... in a hurry.  Not to mention I'd had Cam in mind when I'd purposely chosen to skip underwear.

But another part of me knew I might be making a huge mistake—rushing this. I should insist he reveal what he's hiding. Ivy's pep-talk floated around upstairs.   Don't think with your pussy, Trix. Get answers, then fuck him senseless.

It was good advice, however, what if we talked and it was worse than the bombs that have been dropping in my mind since Tuesday.  Then sex would most definitely be off the table.

Urgh... Ivy was right.  Talk first. Only then can I know if we can move past whatever it is.

I heard a wolf-whistle.  Seriously, what decade were they from?

"Hey beautiful, heaven missin' an angel?" said one guy, as his mate openly scraped his eyes up and down.  At least I knew the dress was doing its job! 

Detaining a snarky retort, I smiled graciously and headed inside before they could follow that cheesy line with no doubt another of equal cringe, worthy of an eye-roll.

The ride up, I repeated my mantra... no kissing, licking, sucking and or fucking.  It almost had a nice rhyme to it.  Stepping out onto their floor, my steps slowed as I reached their door.

Deep breath. Pressing the doorbell.  No kissing, licking, sucking...

The flip of the latch.

"Holy-shit," burst free.

I sucked in air as if I was in a vacuum.  When I'd said naked, I was half teasing, expecting him to be shirtless... and only in the kitchen!

Honestly, I never anticipated him answering the door stark-bollock-naked.  Technically, he had a folded over apron barely covering his dick—which I had to say looked happy to see me. 

My eyes went back up wide in surprise and my imagination went on a rampage.  Had to hand it to him. He was delicious—stuff fantasies were made from, and he'd played a starring role in mine many times.

Cam fixed me with a flirtatious, smouldering stare. "Too much?" An impish grin lifted his mouth as he pointed down with my eyes following. "Just doing what the lady asked."

Reason was stripped from my head as I stepped over the threshold, dropping my bag with a clatter and talking... oomph! That had its own one-way ticket to the back of the cue.  Fuck now. Talk later.

Body electrified, and no doubt a crazed look in my eye—I jumped!  Nearly starved, I was ready to stuff myself silly, or for a better word, devour.

"Shit," Cam stumbled backward. I don't think he'd been expecting to pounce—at the door.

He quickly got his footing, as my legs wrapped around him, my mouth on his as his tongue swept inside, dominantly, passionately.

I'd ached for this.

I didn't recall getting to the bedroom, just us falling with me on top, onto his bed and the room barely bathed in light.

Cam groaned as I caged him beneath me, kissing him deep, the hard ridge of his cock pressing firmly where I needed it as I circled my pelvis, pressing on him, only thin material between us.

Thank Christ I had on a dress... this dress.  "Condom, hurry."

He held me still. "What, we're doin' this right now?" 

"I need this—you don't?"

"Hell yeah! Feel how fucking hard I am."

"Condom?"  I repeated.

He flicked his chin up. "Drawer."

Enough light to see. I stretched over and tugged it open, fumbling inside, grateful it was the first box I found.  I pulled one out and threw the box over my shoulder. Dropping it in Cam's hand, I pushed myself off him, onto my feet.  I needed this dress off.  My skin was on fire, feverish. It was already ten degrees higher than seconds ago.

It took less than two seconds to have it over my head and flung in some far-off corner.

Cam stopped and stared at me with a half-torn condom packet between his teeth.  He spat it out. "Fuck me, Bea!"  His eyes glued to my pussy.  Voice hitched, "fuck... no knickers." 

"Oops, must have forgotten."  Yeah, right.

"Fuck, you're beautiful Bea."

That's sweet, but my pussy was practically growling.  "Less talk, more doing."

He shook his head.  "Fuck, right."  He rose from the bed, yanking at the apron string. It too was cast aside.

Bouncing on my toes, Cam rolled down the condom, scrabbling, unable to get in down fast enough. More heat mixed with the odd shiver that right ran straight down to my toes.  

And there he stood.  My breathing stuttered. Long, thick and arching to his stomach.  Cam was every inch a walking fantasy... hell no wonder Finn wanted him.  My memories had done him no justice at all.

Chest about to explode, I was feeling breathless again as I pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him.

Screw foreplay.

I reached down between us and positioned him.

"Fuck!" We both groaned at the same time. As I lowered easily, my pussy drenched and needy.

"Jesus, Bea.  You're—"

I silenced him with my mouth on his as his cock and his tongue filled me.  I felt full. His heat, and thickness robbed me of my breath.

His hands moved over my arse, digging his fingers into the flesh as I clutched his shoulders to rise. He tugged me back down, to press further inside me.

"Fuck, yes, Cam."  My pussy clenched around him, clamping him so tight, even if he came right this minute, he would stay hard, the blood unable to escape.

I rode Cam as he fucked upwards, greedily. "Feel, good, so fucking good."   He made my mind blurry, so all's left was focusing on the tactile sensations flooding every inch of me.

I shifted slightly so I could feel the rigid length of his cock press up against my clit as I rode him harder. It's pleasure and pain and cathartic all at the same time.  My body responded just as it did all those years ago.  I burned, throbbed, and ached for this man.

Each dig of his fingers, moans from his mouth and thrust upwards, had my body reaching for the high I've always craved.   Our kisses were hard and rough. I was losing myself—fast.  Feelings, old and new, flushed to the fore. Every deep thrust tore another strip as my orgasm was about to hit... hard.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he repeated, his eyes darting between mine and my bouncing breasts.

My limbs almost locked up as white-hot stealing pleasure raced through me, my brain blanked, all thoughts gone as I cried out the first.  "Jesus... fuck... Cam... yes, yes, yes."

Only a few strokes later, Cam followed fiercely, yelling out my name as he held me still and emptied, pulling me down, sealing out damp bodies, both our chests heaving... but for the first time in a long while I'm breathing without pause, without fear.

It took a few minutes for us both to calm as his nose brushed lightly against my ear. "You are still alive?" he whispered.

Barely.  "Ah-hu."  I lifted my head, our eyes meeting.   His hair stuck to his forehead as he smiled and stroked my cheek.  "That was— " he stopped to pull in a breath.

"—Amazing," I finished

"Yeah, and then some."

My stomach rumbled as a mouth-watering smell filled the bedroom.  "Whatever's cooking smells scrumptious."

"Shit! The oven."  He lifted me and I rolled onto my side.

Cam hopped from the bed. "I'll be right back."

"Give me a second, I'll join you." Although, I wasn't sure my legs would work.

He froze just past the doorway, turning.  "What? Are we finished—here?" His face was a mask of distress.

"Finished?  We've barely started!" My eyes dipped.  "You better deal with that?"

He looked down, "Crap." He yanked the condom off.   Face free of worry, a sexy grin followed.  "Hurry. Meet me in the kitchen.  Sooner you eat, the quicker I can eat... you!"

I laughed, watching him disappear.  Rolling over, I pushed up on my wobbly legs. 

Finished in the bathroom, I stood in the doorway to the kitchen.  Music played on low. Florence and the Machine delighted my ears.

Admiring Cam's delectable arse.  It would be so easy to get used to watching him slaving over a hot stove... naked.   "Please be careful. Wouldn't want any equipment damaged."

Wearing only oven mitts, he retrieved a pot from the oven.  "I made sure clothes were in play when I braised the beef to avoid any accidents." He chuckled.

"Smells heavenly."

"You still love lasagne, I hope."

I did. "Do you need any help?"

Placing the lasagne down, He pulled off the mitts and lifted a lid on a pan bubbling away.  "No, I'm good." He turned.  "You—" Cam skimmed his gaze down my body, mouth slightly parted.  "No. Relax. In fact, you stood there looking like you do— is more than enough."

"I assumed clothes were optional tonight?" I rested against the doorframe, my finger circling my belly button.

"You're perfect."

We were both naked.

"Oh, pick a wine.  There's a few to choose from." he pointed towards a wine cooler.  "Corkscrews in that drawer."

Ten minutes later, we sat eating, naked and in somewhat a comfortable silence.  Lust under control.  I warred with the same argument.  Clearly, Cam would not bring it up.  Was now a good time?  The thought soured in my mouth.  I didn't want to spoil the evening.  And in all fairness, I had given him till Tuesday.

Ivy's words twittered in the back of my mind.  Quickly smothering her voice, putting it on the back burner... for now. "You're quiet?"

"Me—sorry."  He picked up his glass and polished off his wine. "More wine?"  Lifting the bottle.

"Please."  He poured me another glass.  "Cheers."  There was obviously something he wanted to say. I would push it along.  "Whatever's on your mind—just say it."

"That obvious, huh?"

"Some things never change." I shrugged.

"I don't want you to think I—or we, me and Finn have been talking about you."   He shifted in his seat; the grip of his fork tightened.

"Go on..." I reminded him.

"He told me you've been in a relationship with a guy and a woman?"  He added.  "They were married?"

I wondered when he'd get around to this. Ivy had mentioned him balking at the news.  I put my fork down and pushed my plate aside.  "Sean and Sadie, and yes, they're married."

"So, this was a relationship—not just being their third, just for kinks?" He frowned. "Sex?"

The lines and rules I'd put in place for Sean and Sadie were blurred somewhat.  But Ivy was right when she'd said I'd never allowed myself to feel more than I was afraid to lose.  "It wasn't a conventional relationship.  There were three of us for a start, but we were close and they both meant a lot to me... and yes, I had sex with both and enjoyed it."

"So you weren't in love with either or just one of them?"

"No, I wasn't in love with either Sean or Sadie and I never spent the entire night with them.  I always went home to sleep."  It was one way to keep my distance.

"Wasn't that," he paused, mulling something over, "lonely?"

Sometimes.  "No."

"So you're Bi then?"

I shrugged. "Labels define people.  Gender should never get in the way of a good fucking."  He stared, hesitant of my bluntness, but I'd met too many people who were confused about what or who they should be.  What society expected of them, their family, friends.

Cam's expression stayed thoughtful.

"What?  Does that surprise you, Cameron?"

He smiled at me using his full name.  "No, it's just.  I'm trying to figure you out. This version of you."

Another question followed. "Did they get more from it—than you?"

I shook my head.  "Sean and Sadie helped me grow in confidence, both sexually and professionally."

"Professionally?"

I'd forgotten he wouldn't know who they were.  "Sean and Sadie Peterson."

Cam's breath caught, a hitch on his exhale.  "The Sean Peterson of Peterson Publishing? Our Boss... The Boss!  Fuck!" Eyes wider.  "Christ, Bea, he's older, a lot older"

"And?  Forty-five isn't old, Cam."

"Nineteen years, Bea.  The guys old­—"

I held up my hand.  "Age wasn't and isn't an issue."

His mouth closed as he nodded once.

Now it was my turn... "What about you?" It was a straightforward question.

"What do you mean?"

"No relationships?"

He shook his head.  "Nothing serious, dated some." He went quiet.

"What about Finn?  That's a little more than dating."

"Look," Cam began.  "I don't know what he's told—"

I jumped in. "I'm not judging, Cam."

He inhaled slowly. "I don't know what you want me to say, Bea?"

"I just want you to talk to me."

Cam sighed.  "I'm not sure I can do this... if I lost you again." His face hurt.  "It would kill me, Bea.  I still love you.  I'm in love with you."  He reached out,  brushing his fingers over mine.  "This thing I have with Finn, it's nothing serious, just two guys letting off steam. He's my best friend—"  He stalled, clearly a little uncomfortable.  "I don't know what to call it.  But it can stop right now."

"Why?" I asked.

"Why what?"

"Why do you want it to stop—isn't it fun?"  His eyebrows disappeared into his hairline.  "Who doesn't love getting off... fucking?" I shrugged.

His jaw clenched. "Yes, and no."

"What—yes, you want it to stop and no, you don't like it?   Or yes, you like it and no, you don't want it to stop?"

"It's complicated."

"Well, let's uncomplicate it."  He looked nervous.  "Okay, for tonight, take off the table the big secret you're withholding." A flicker or guilt splashed over his face. "Can you be honest with me?"  

"Yes, I will answer honestly."

"You like Finn?"

"Like, of course he's my best friend."

"I mean like as in attracted to him.  Finns mentioned the stress relief... friends with benefits or whatever you want to call it."

Cam stayed quiet, about to nudge, he talked.  "It began just over two years ago. I was stressed as fuck, and we'd been drinking."  He reached for his glass but didn't drink.  "Finn said he knew the perfect way to relieve stress... if I trusted him."  He paused.  "Next thing I knew he had his hand wrapped around my dick."  He stopped, his hand clenched and unclenched.  "Then I fucked him."  

My body went up a few degrees as my thighs clenched.  Keeping my face neutral was difficult with my cheeks flushing.  But I could see he was awkward talking about it.

"Finn told me to close my eyes and imagine whoever I wanted."  Eyes dropping, they lifted to mine.  "I thought about you."

Raising his glass, he drank, or rather gulped it down.  "From there, it just became a thing. Not the fucking, we've only done that twice, I think.  Finn blows me, wanks me off.  It's something that I didn't have to think about.  Best stress relief and Finn makes it easy."

"So, no feelings then, huh?"

"Till you showed up, I'd never given it any thought."

"And now?"

"The gods' honest truth. I don't know." He smiled tightly.  "Does it upset you?"

I shook my head. A laugh bubbled over. "No, quite the opposite."

"Eh?"  I'm not sure why he was shocked.

"It turns me on Cam, to think—you and Finn.  Two hot guys, wanting each other..." The erotic fantasy practically wrote itself into a book. I'd thought about it many times.

"But I want you—and that's enough."

"It's okay to want both.  You can like... even love two people at once.  More love is never a bad thing, right?"

"I don't love Finn—" he corrected. "I mean not like that." 

Finn hadn't confessed feelings for Cam to me, but I sensed they were there. "It's fine, Cam.  Blaise Pascal said. The heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing?" I smiled.

"I know my reasons when it comes to you. It's always been you."

No matter what happens, my feelings for Cam go beyond the physical. He's been a shadow on my soul since us being kids... he's the beginning and the end.  But now there's Finn. He's like a shot of adrenalin and his touch lights a fire in my mind and body, electrifying it.

"When Ivy said you want us—me and Finn to share.  Does that include all three having sex together?"

Might as well be upfront.  "I would like that, if it's an option."

We stared at each other, silence expanding around us.  "You've shared already," It's not a question.

"Yeah, we've shared.  Three—no, four women. Mel, a friend, has been a regular hook up of Finn's and sometimes I've joined them."

"And did you enjoy it?"

"Sometimes."  He licked his upper lip, perhaps chasing a stray drop of wine, but his eyes remained fixed on mine.  "But sometimes I know I'll want you all to myself."

I could work with this—baby steps. "Selfishness isn't always a bad thing.  Sometimes I'm selfish and only think about what I want... what I need?"   I leaned in and he met me halfway.

"And what is it you want... need?" he asked, his voice lowering in that sexy way that got me wet.

"Right now?"

He nodded slowly.

"Well, right now I'm thinking about my legs parting and your talented mouth tracing up the insides of my thighs, that sexy stubble scratching my soft skin." I played with the stem on my glass, licking my suddenly dry bottom lip.  "Your tongue flicking across my clit," I added suggestively, my lips tipping up at the corners.  "Maybe a little nibble or two."

A slow, sexy smile spread across his face.  He shifted out his chair from the table and then pulled out mine.  Stretching his hand, he entwined our fingers and pulled me up to stand before him. "Fuck I've missed these."  His hands cupped my breasts, palming, kneading, pushing them together.  Bringing his mouth closer, his tongue flicked over my hard nipple, sucking it into his mouth with a needy growl.

Taking his time, from one nipple to other, he released his grip, his hands slid down, over my waist, hips, resting on the outside of my thighs.  Skimming further down, he paused at my knees. "Open."

I shivered under his instruction. Damn...

I opened my legs as his finger trailed up the inside of my thigh, almost tickling me, Cam's hand skimmed the inside, to slide his finger across my clit, sending a hot flush right through me as he teased it.  "I've been thinking about your hot little pussy and all the things I"m going to do with it."

The straight line of my mouth twitched with the start of a smile. "I think I'm gonna need you to be more specific, Cam."

"Sit on the edge of the table and open your legs wide."

My breaths came quick alongside my heartbeat. 

"I like something sweet when I've eaten, and I want to see if you still taste as sweet as I remember...salted caramel."

Looking over my shoulder, I moved his plate and glass out of the way, propping myself on the edge. I spread my legs... leaving myself wide open.

Cam rose to his feet. Shifting his chair and grabbing a second. He placed them on either side of me, leaving a gap.  Gently, he raised each foot and placed it on a chair.

"Use your fingers—open yourself up for me.  Let me see your pretty pink cunt."

Bye-bye polite Cam, hello Mr sexy demanding Cam with a filthy mouth.

Cam reached for his fully erect dick and stroked.  My fingers traced over my breast, stomach down to my pussy, then in a V shape, I exposed my little swollen clit.

"Fuck. Keep them there, Bea."  Letting go of his dick, he grabbed a third chair, pushing the other two further aside so my toes were right on the edge of each.  He sat, dipping his head. His stubbled jaw scraped across my skin delightfully, dragging his tongue up my inside leg.  With my other hand, I pinched my nipple as Cam licked in one slow swipe across my pussy and fingers.  "Hmmm," he hummed.  "So, sweet."  His teeth grazed my clit, forcing me to suck in air.

"Jesus, Cam."

A sexy sound rumbled through his chest before his hot, wet tongue pushed inside me.  Deep, quick strokes of his tongue fucked me.

"Fuck, yes Cam, just like—"

"I love hearin' my name from your mouth. Keep sayin' it."  

Another instruction.

He sucked on my clit as a needy moan left my lips.  "Cam, Cam... Cam, please don't—" I placed a hand behind me to support myself, pressing down on my feet so I could raise my hips, pushing myself onto his face.  Cam read my needs, sliding his large hands under my arse, lifting, shifting his tongue over my clit, sucking, biting.

It wouldn't be long before I came as I watched him eat me out. "Yes, yes, yes... Cam."  I moved my finger from my pussy, reaching for his head, to clasp his hair tightly in my hand, holding him in the perfect spot.  "Yes—just... fuck Cam!"

"Fuck me!?"  My eyes shot in the voice's direction. Cam abruptly halted, head raised, turning.

Finn stood in the doorway.  "I'm so fucking sorry." He held up his hands, heading shaking.

He didn't look that  sorry.   "I thought you would have finished dinner, been in the bedroom."

"Does it look like I've finished?" said Cam with a hint of amusement.

Finn took a step back. "I'll let you finish... eating."

Cam looked up at me, a playful glint in his gaze, his lips wet with my juices. "You have room for dessert?"

What?  He was asking me?  "What's on offer?"

Finn mumbled a second apology, taking another step back, turning.  "Wait!" said Cam. His eyes never left mine.  "Stay.  I want you to stay, Finn."

Holy shit!