The Gift That Keeps On Giving

TITLE: The Gift That Keeps On Giving

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 9 of ?

FANDOM: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles

SHIP: John / Cameron

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Smut

SPOILERS: Season One and Two

UNIVERSE: Companion piece to “Happy Birthday”. Connor decides to see what else Cameron can show him about being with a woman.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the creators, writers and producers of the show. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

CHAPTER NINE

John sank to the grass and took out his lunch. The sun felt good after the boring morning he’d wasted in class. His sandwich froze halfway to his mouth as he felt eyes on him. He took a bite of his sandwich as he casually looked around, sure he would find Cameron watching him at what she would assume to be casual and an appropriate distance. She turned out to be curiously absent, but instead, he found a pair of clear light blue eyes watching him out of smooth, oval features framed by long, bleach blonde hair. Her pixie features topped a petite, but curvaceously lush figure. The girl’s lips curved into a smile that was accompanied by cute dimples as their eyes met and she made no attempt to hide her obvious interest in him. Suspicious, he tried to place the girl, but couldn’t remember her from any of his classes. That meant nothing; he hardly paid attention to his so-called teachers, much less the other students.

He realized they were staring at each other and that she obviously took this as an invitation as she pushed away from the wall she had been leaning against and took a step toward him. John’s view was suddenly obscured by a pair of denim-clad legs while a dark shadow fell across him and, after a moment, he craned his head up to look at Cameron’s face before he leaned to one side and then the other to look around the cyborg, but couldn’t see the girl who had been watching him. He frowned as he looked up again. His frown deepened as he found Cameron tensely scanning the area he had been looking at. Cameron’s usually blank stare seemed to remain hostile even after it returned to him. “Who was that? What did she want?” Cameron asked her tone a little too interrogatory for his liking, even a bit accusatory if he didn’t know better. “I don’t know. You scared her off before I could find out.” He responded snidely. She did her head tilt thing and John rolled his eyes, knowing that his sarcasm hadn’t even registered.

He brought his almost forgotten sandwich to his lips and took a bite, deciding to simply ignore Cameron’s intensely enquiring stare. Her head made tiny shifts before straightening. “The lack of intel about this person makes her dangerous, John. She seemed very interested in you. Please inform me if you see her again and I will deal with her.” Cameron instructed. “I bet you would.” He thought. “Yes, of course. I’ll go right ahead and do that.” He replied out loud, his tone once again thick with sarcasm. He saw her eyes narrow for a moment and he wondered if she was figuring out the disparity between his words and his tone and what it meant. “Well, paybacks a bitch.” He thought hiding a smile of satisfaction behind another bite of his sandwich. “Very well.” She acknowledged and then strode off, but not too far he noticed.

He groaned and let his shoulders slump as Cameron tried to look casual while scanning the area, looking for the girl, but always coming back to him. John fleetingly wondered what the hell the other students must think of his “sister” when he thought she was nuts, and he knew what she was. He laughed to himself at the absurdity of the thought. She was after all also literally nuts and bolts and wires and… He ate quickly and washed the sandwich down with a few swigs of water and then got up. It was pure coincidence that he looked up and caught a familiar pair of blue eyes watching him from a second story window. The girl waved and then was just a flash of blonde hair as the bell rang causing a chaotic flurry of students going to class. He continued to stare up at the window for another moment. The girl intrigued him, but he also had to acknowledge that Cameron might be right. She might be dangerous, he just didn’t know how.

He kept his eyes peeled over the next couple of days, but he didn’t see her again. She’d seemed interested in him, but maybe her curiosity was simply that and she had moved on or her absence might be due to the new shadow he had acquired. He could feel Cameron’s eyes on him all the time and it kept raising the hairs on the back of his neck even though he knew it was her. Her gaze just didn’t always feel protective and he had to stop himself from ordering her to back off because he just knew she wouldn’t get his argument or worse, he was afraid she might.

A few days later he had just settled down at his lunch spot when shadow fell across him. “What now?” he snapped without looking up as he rummaged in his bag for his lunch. “Well hello to you too.” An unfamiliar voice greeted him and he looked up to find his mysterious blonde looking down at him. “Errr, sorry… I thought you were someone else.” He apologized for his rudeness. “That girl that keeps following you around?” she guessed. “My sister’s a little overprotective.” He shrugged as he tried to explain. “Sister? Hmmmm. Interesting.” She commented with a rather cute pursing of her lips that turned into a quick smile. “Hi, I’m John and you are?” he introduced himself, while surreptitiously looking around for Cameron. “Riley.” She reciprocated his introduction and he took the hand she offered. Her hand was warm and soft, but her handshake was firm. “Mind if I join you?” she enquired and he gestured for her to sit. As, she gracefully folded her legs to sit, he quickly continued to scan the area for Cameron, finding her absence suspicious.

He wondered if it was a coincidence that the girl showed up when Cameron was apparently absent, but he didn’t put much stock in coincidence. The girl took an apple from her bag and bit into it with obvious relish. She didn’t seem inclined to say anything more, so John decided to be direct. “So, what do you want?” he asked, completely aware that he was again sounding rude. “Want?” She queried with a frown marring her smooth, pale forehead. “Yeah, want. Why are you interested in me and what are you doing here?” he expanded his question bluntly. She seemed to consider his question for a moment before answering. “Nothing, except some company and a place in the sun to enjoy this delicious apple.” She responded, holding said apple up between them. “I transferred here a few weeks ago and noticed you sitting here on your own almost everyday. You didn’t seem like the rest of the sheep around here and you’re kind of cute in a dark broody way, so I figured I’d see if you wanted a friend or whatever. But, I guess not, so I’ll just be on my way. Sorry to have bothered you.” She continued, the last of her smile fading from her lips and started to rise.

John felt like a complete asshole. He could hear the sincerity in her voice as well as the dejection at his apparent rejection of her offer of friendship, or whatever. If she had been acting, she was one hell of an actress. He fleetingly wondered what the ‘whatever’ meant. She’d been pleased to hear that Cameron was his sister and not something else. “If only she knew.” He thought ruefully. He reached out and barely managed to capture her hand before she moved out of reach. “Don’t go. I’m sorry. Really. There is a reason why I’m here on my own. I’m… I’m socially maladjusted. I seem to have only two settings: Silent and rude.” He apologized for the second time since meeting her. She pulled against his grip and he was sure she was still going to leave, so he let go, but instead she turned and sat back down. “Okay, I guess we can be friends after all. Us social retards have to stick together. You want a bite?” she offered, again holding up the apple as if nothing had happened. She was definitely quirky, but he found even after the short time he had known her, that he liked her.

It was, of course, with perfect timing, that as soon as she settled back down and they started to get to know each other that he saw Cameron exit the building behind Riley and start to stride purposefully over to them. He just barely stifled a groan. For, such a short girl, Cameron sure cast a long shadow. He didn’t know if it was that shadow or if she could sense the change in his demeanor because she half turned to follow his gaze. “This is my friend, Riley. She just transferred here from…” he pre-empted the questions he could see hovering on the petite terminators lips. “From Texas.” Riley supplied. “Yes, from Texas. She’s been wondering why I was always out here alone and was kind enough to come over and offer me her company.” He continued, desperately hoping Cameron would take a hint from his light, jovial tone and leave or at least be civil. The fist pressed to her hip and the ever so slight tilt of her head and quirk of her eyebrow said otherwise.

Riley seemed to sense the tension, shifting her gaze back and forth between them for a moment before quickly getting back to her feet. “Silly me, I forgot that I needed to go and get some books from the library for a paper I have due. Nice to meet you John and…” She excused herself. “This is Cameron, my sister.” He provided her name when it became apparent that his dark haired protector wasn’t going to. “It's nice to meet you Cameron. I’ll see you around, John.” She promised turning back to him and then walked off. Cameron’s eyes followed the blonde girl until she was well out of sight. He had seen that look on Cameron’s face before; she was doing a threat assessment. What bothered him was just how long and intently she was checking out the blonde. The look she then gave him was less than friendly, but she didn’t say anything, so he just finished his sandwich.

If he thought she was being overly attentive before, he now realized she had been showing restraint. His interaction with Riley was limited to cordial, short greetings and strained small talk with the terminators silent, looming presence a strange, frustrating barrier to him getting to know the blonde girl better. How the hell the five foot nothing Cameron managed to loom, he didn’t know, but loom she did. After a few more strained days of her close observation and the growing awkwardness it created between him and Riley, it became too much for him and he decided to confront her, waiting until they were once again alone at home. His mother was having enough problems with her obsession over the three dots and both she and Derek would be just too willing and ready to do something drastic should there be a problem with Cameron.

“What are you doing?” he asked as she settled onto the sofa at his request. “Doing? Sitting.” She replied without missing a beat. John closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’ve been following me a little closely of late. People are bound to start noticing and asking questions. Your actions are going way beyond sisterly. Haven’t you noticed the looks from the other students?” He continued after taking a calming breath and exhaling it. “Have I? We had an unknown threat and now you have invited that threat into your life. I was just being vigilant. My primary mission is to protect you after all.” She explained with annoying logic.

“Cameron, it was a random blonde chick, at first. We exchanged a look across the quad. She thinks I’m cute and I think… I think she’s nice too. We’re friends or at least we would be if you weren’t always breathing down my neck around her. I like the idea of having a friend and more’s the better that she happens to be a cute, blonde girl. I think I can handle it.” He told her. “I don’t have to breathe.” Cameron noted and he frowned internally. “Was her tone snippy?” he wondered. “You know that wasn’t what I meant.” He huffed, letting more of his annoyance slip out into his tone than he had intended. “We don’t know who or what exactly she is, John. Looks can be deceiving. I look like a sixteen-year-old girl… Could you handle me?” she countered.

Her words triggered a vivid series of flashes of how he had “handled” Cameron over the course of the last few months and despite his current anger, his dick lurched in his pants at the memories. “Just back off, will ya?” he requested, hating the whine in his voice that made it a request more than the command he had intended to give. He was further annoyed at having to hide the urge he felt to adjust his sudden erection as it made his pants uncomfortably tight. “You would like to have sex.” She stated in a matter-of-fact tone and he groaned. “That’s a hell of a segway, Cameron.” He noted, trying to angle his body away from her to hide the obvious proof of the truth of her statement. “Your temperature has risen as well as your heart rate and your pheromone levels are up too. You have an erection. I was just stating the obvious.” She continued starring up at him and without missing a beat started to unbutton her blouse.

John realized he was staring as she exposed the black brassier she was wearing and abruptly turned away as his throbbing hard-on twitched against his belly and strained against the material of his boxers and jeans. The spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak he admitted when he felt her hand on his shoulder and turned with her gentle urging. She was naked from the waist up and he didn’t resist as her fingers slid down to his wrist and then guided his hand to cup one of her breasts. A protest died on his lips, as his hand molded around her firm globe and his fingers flexed against the resilient flesh. ‘Resistance is futile.’ the Borg line from Star trek echoed in his head. “Cameron, will you tell me something?” he asked as he simply surrendered and fondled her firm globe, feeling the hard nub of her nipple pressing into his palm and her flesh radiate inviting heat onto his fingers. She nodded curtly even as she pressed forward into his touch. “Do you feel any pleasure or joy when we have sex or is it all just an act, an illusion created by your programming?” He asked, deliberately concentrating on keeping his voice even and steady as she pressed herself against the throbbing bulge in his pants.

“I don’t feel.” She responded softly, almost hesitantly and then she froze. She twitched and he caught a rapid series of blue flashes behind her chocolate eyes before they dropped away from his, but she kept pressing against his hand. It came to him in a flash. He was asking her a question about feelings and she was a machine. They didn’t compute. She couldn’t quantify or measure them or categorize them even if she had them. He slid his hand off her breast and then with a finger under her chin he lifted her eyes back to his. “Does it make you feel the same way you do when you dance?” he rephrased his question. “Feel?” she asked and he groaned in frustration. “When you dance, you… You experience something… Something you can’t quite explain, but it makes you keep on wanting to dance. When we have sex do you experience something similar?” he rephrased again, having to hunt for the right words. The blue light flared for just an instant and she froze completely for a moment before her lips curved into a smile. “Yes.” She finally replied and then frowned. The expression looked strange and out of place on her usually bland features.

John found himself holding his breath as he could clearly see her trying to process her own reply. “What do you experience when we have sex?” she queried with a questioning tilt to her head, her face otherwise expressionless as she waited for his reply. Her question caught him off guard. He let his breath whistle softly out from between his lips before nervously licking them. He felt a twinge of shame as he considered what to tell her and whether honesty would cost him or give him an advantage. Yet, at the same time he found he had no definitive answer, much the way that she hadn’t. It bothered him that they were so much alike in that respect. “Pleasure.” he finally replied simply and with honesty. He saw her mouth open, here demeanor clearly showing she was going to pursuit the line of enquiry further, but instead, in an uncharacteristic show of self-censorship she shut her mouth and lowered her eyes.

She stepped back out of his grasp and he realized he had continued to fondle her breast the entire time and that he missed the heat and feel of it. She lifted her chin to look into his eyes for a moment and then he watched as she undid her belt before turning. He followed the sway of her hips as she walked back to sofa. Her jeans slid down off her hips to puddle around her feet, unable to drop to the floor because of her boots. She got up onto the sofa, kneeling on the seat before leaning forward to rest her elbows on the back. John watched her shapely, white cotton-clad ass slowly sway from side to side as she flicked her hair to the side and looked at him over her creamy shoulder. His dick lurched in his pants and he felt slippery wetness on his skin as it started to pulse and drool in need and anticipation.

“What are you waiting for or do I need to dye my hair blonde first?” she asked and again he was surprised by the all too human waspishness in her tone. “What is that supposed to mean?” he snapped and he saw her flinch. “I… I don’t… Nothing.” She replied with a hesitance that was completely out of character for her as her eyes dropped away from his before she turned her face away from him. Horny as he was, her behavior gave him pause even as her ass continued to enticingly sway before him. He laid his hand on the smooth curve and she froze even as welcoming heat radiated through the thin cotton into his palm.

The pieces fell into place so suddenly, that he actually gasped. She wasn’t trying to protect him from Riley… She was jealous. Cameron was jealous. “Holy shit.” He swore under his breath. It appeared she was teaching him more about woman than she could ever suspect. “Cameron did think Riley was a threat, it just had nothing to do with Skynet or his destiny… And, considering what she was capable of… Fucking hell.” He thought in consternation. He found it ironic that her mission to teach him how to be with a woman had somehow changed her so that she didn’t want him to. He needed to get control of the situation and quickly. He had a feeling that her uncharacteristic hesitance and uncertainty had worked in his favor or something permanent might have already happened to Riley, but he couldn’t know how long that would last.

He realized that he’d have to trick her somehow. On this particular subject his point of view and logic would never match hers. She would never even see the problem or even care should the worst come to pass. He needed to shock her, to make a lasting impression. Something she would understand, even though she didn’t, exactly. Sex seemed to connect her to the more human tendencies, but he needed to do something drastic. He bit his lip for a moment before he reached out and lightly caressed the curve of her cotton-clad ass before swiftly drawing back his hand. He whipped his hand down and the slap of his hand connecting with her buttocks reverberated through the still air. John fought the urge to shake out his stinging hand and all she did was look over her shoulder at him blankly. “You’ve been a bad girl, Cameron.” He informer her and drew his hand back again.

A frown furrowed her smooth forehead for a moment. “Oh, I see. I read about this.” She commented and when his hand descended for a second time she let out a little yelp and shifted forward with the impact. “Do you know what you’ve done wrong?” he enquired and caressed her firm butt. “No.” she replied after a moment. He drew his hand back again and her yelp was louder and actually flinched when he hit her. “You made a mistake, a big one. Do you know what it is?” he continued, fondling her ass until she pressed back against his hand. The line between him making his point and being aroused blurred as he found spanking her kind of exciting and didn’t even feel guilty about it.

He peeled her panties down to her knees, surprised to see his red hand print clearly visible on her pale cheek. He’d seen her take an I-beam to the face without a bruise or a sound. She really was a truly complex, sophisticated piece of technology to say the very least. “You’re wrong about Riley. She isn’t a threat, to me, or you.” He told her, spanking her again with several rapid slaps to each firm, round cheek and drawing grunts and a hiss from her. Her ass was hot under his hand as he again followed the abuse with gentle caresses, which he then followed up with a series of soft kisses. She craned her head further over her shoulder and her mouth opened to say something, but he cut her off. “You’re jealous, Cameron.” He informed her and her teeth made an audible click as she shut her mouth.

“I am not.” She protested, her voice taking on both a shocked and offended tone. “How would you know if you were?” he asked and he saw her tense as he lifted his hand again in anticipation of another blow. She stared at him with just a hint of uncertainty and confusion marring her beautiful, but usually unexpressive features and he again felt that strangely indulgent and just a little immature sense of gratification. He lowered his hand with a light pat and then fondled her ass. “I’m not mad at you, Cameron. I just need you to understand and stop acting the way you are. I’d like to be friends with Riley… Nothing more.” He explained and re-iterated, hoping she missed his hesitation. After all, Riley was kind of cute and interesting and the idea of a girlfriend was quite intriguing.

John continued to fondle her shapely behind with one hand while he undid his belt and then his pants with the other. He stifled a sigh of relief as the restriction of his trousers fell away and his dick only strained against the more forgiving cotton of his boxers. “Nothing is going to change between us. You’ll still be able to complete your objectives, all of them.” He promised, choosing his words carefully so that they applied to the machine side as well as the strange, human personality she was amazingly developing.

John caught a flash of blue behind her eyes and then a slight smile curved her lips for just a fraction of a second. “I’ve been bad, so I should be punished.” She stated, but her voice was just too sultry to be either a real admission of guilt and it had and edge to it that he just couldn’t decipher. She pushed her ass back against his hand and started to sway it again. “You could fuck me. A man could sort of punish a woman by taking her roughly.” She suggested mildly and he instantly felt that little sense of control he had slip away as his body reacted with a renewed burst of arousal. Her suggestion sparked something inside him. She was right, she needed to be punished, not for the thing with Riley, but for all the frustration she caused him. The thing was, there wasn’t much he could do to her unless she let him.

“Did she know that or was she just adjusting to the situation he’d presented her?” he wondered. “There was of course another option.” He reminded himself. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he asked her stating that option. That disconcerting smile flickered again for a moment. “I was bad. I should be punished.” Cameron repeated and looked away, pressing her ass even more firmly against his hand. He snorted and shook his head, wondering if just walking away would be a better form of punishment, but he just didn’t know who would be the one who would be truly punishing.

He slapped her ass one more time for good measure, but her yelp somehow had more amusement in it than pain before dropping his boxers and grabbed her hip. John wasn’t by nature a belligerent person, but she just always managed to bring things out in him, didn’t she. He guided himself higher than he originally intended and pressed himself firmly against the rose of her asshole. Her head came up and around and her eyes found his as he took a firm hold on both her hips. He saw pinpoints of light flare behind her pupils as he drove his hips forward in a hard thrust and pulled her back onto him at the same time. He saw the corners of her eyes tighten and her lips pull back to bare her teeth as she exhaled heavily with a shuddering groan when he breached the resisting ring of her sphincter and plunged into her.

John gritted his teeth and sucked in a deep breath as well when her tight back channel squeezed at and pulsed hotly around his dick as he drove himself deeper. Her flesh resisted him and every inch he gained was done with effort, but also a delicious torture as the pressure and friction drew a fiery trail along his throbbing length; She made little whimpering, whining noises, her head having dropped, her face now out of sight. He let out an explosive breath and forced his muscles to relax only when he had his groin pressed firmly against the smooth curves of her firm buttocks. “God, she’s tight. He panted under his breath as he bent over and rested his forehead on her shoulder as her ass flexed around him and he had to work hard simply not too let go and cum.

Her back shuddered against his chest and he groaned as she circled her ass against his crotch. “You’re supposed to fuck me now… To punish me, remember?” she reminded him and he bit back a bark of hysterical laughter as he rolled his forehead along the smooth skin of her shoulder blade. “Damn, you’re such an irksome killing machine.” He cursed while for a moment he thought it might serve her right if he just let go and got off right then and there, he was that close and it would be so easy. Cynical laughter echoed in the back of his mind. “You’re John Connor, savior of the human race. Nothing is ever easy.” He informed himself and snorted out loud.

The problem was, he did want to fuck her, since the moment she’d suggested it. “You really are irksome, you know that?” he whispered into her ear before lifting himself up and placing one hand on her shoulder while gathering and wrapping her long, dark hair around his fist. He drew back, her clenching channel clutching at him as it slid along him until just his dickhead was still in its tight grasp. He tightened his grip on her shoulder and her hair and then used that grip to pull her back as he slammed into her. She gasped and he grunted, but this time he didn’t remain buried in her, but withdrew to repeat the process almost immediately.

He pounded into Cameron’s ass with all his strength, feeling the shockwaves of his pelvis colliding with her buttocks run through her as she braced herself to accept his onslaught. He pulled her head back hard and her cry vibrated her lips against his as he twisted her head and roughly kissed her while he mauled the flesh of her breast and pinched and pulled at her nipple as he continued to drive into her. He had to break the kiss to suck in much needed air, but he deliberately bit and pulled on her lower lip as he did. Some small part of him, a very small part, that remained unaffected by the wonderful sensation of dick sliding in and out of the snug confines of her ass noted that for someone that was for all intents and purposes impervious to pain and distress, she managed to fake them very well.

“Cameron wants me to fuck her and who am I deny a terminator what it wants, or what I want for that matter?” he rationalized while biting back a hysterical laugh at the poetic irony of his thoughts. John let wild abandon take over, thrusting harder as he yanked at her hair and clutched and squeezed the firm globe of her breast to draw her to him at the same time. He didn’t study or catalogue her reactions as he had in the past, but simply noted and accepted them as he indulged his desire. Her skin was smooth against his and her marvelous ass was a massaging, velvet caress around his shaft.

She moaned, cried out, whined and grimaced at his abusive use, but at the same time she rocked back, writhed and circled her hips in unison with his powerful thrusts. His lungs were soon burning and his muscles felt tight and hot with exertion. He blinked and shook sweat out of his eyes. He wished he’d taken the time to remove his t-shirt, it clung damply and felt itchy as it rubbed against his skin. He marveled at the fact that her pale skin glistened with perspiration as well. John turned her head again to capture her swollen lips for a short, intense kiss and then licked and sucked at the skin of her neck and shoulder, tasting salt and vanilla.

He could see her hands flex, white knuckled on the top of the sofa back and it made an ominous creaking noise as she used it to thrust back more aggressively. It turned into a violent dance of push and pull that led him to wonder who, exactly, was fucking whom. Her cries changed in timber and mingled with his grunts, growls and the wet, reverberating sound of their bodies meeting again and again and again. John felt his balls start to tighten, pulse and churn with the need for release and he simply picked up his pace and relinquished his control. The freedom was enjoyable as well as cathartic. He felt himself seeing a new angle to his sexual encounters with Cameron. Yes they were in some ways puzzling, confusing and frustrating, but also liberating which was something he needed in his tightly regimented and controlled life enforce on him by the fight against the machines.

Each stroke added to the building tension in his loins while electric bursts of pleasure arched wildly into his belly and up his spine to radiate out to every nerve. He didn’t know why, but instead of gritting his teeth as he strained to hold back the threatening flood of climax while still pounding into her, he sunk them into the curve of her shoulder. Feeling the hard muscle compress between his teeth, he bit hard enough to mark her. He felt her jerk and gasped sharply before letting out a shuddering, almost strangled cry while her body quivered and then trembled under his. Cameron’s back arching and her ass squeezing around him in a series of rapid convulsing pulses. His eyes went wide at the sudden, rippling pressure, astounded as he realized that she had probably just had an orgasm and that his rough treatment was the cause.

His breath caught in his throat and he lifted his head, throwing it back as his spine arched to press his hips hard against her ass cheeks before he bared his teeth and roared his release to the ceiling. He climaxed in hard, heavy and almost painful spurts, his hips pumping as he expelled his seed into her. The intensity of his release mixed pain with the powerful and all-consuming waves of pleasure that accompanied it. His body jerked, unintentionally driving him deeper into her molten bowels as his muscles misfired, tensing and relaxing in rapid, erratic succession as delightful energy wreaked havoc on his nervous system. Blood pounded in his ears, a wild staccato beat that matched his racing heart. His world became blurred as his wide open eyes watered and he was unable to shut them. His muscles locked, his body vibrating against her in a straining, taut bow as he finally ran empty and his balls contracting once and then again in a vain attempt to find and expel reserves that he no longer had.

The rampaging energy finally ran its course and with a groan he collapsed across her back, panting to catch his breath. She supported his weight without sagging an inch, but her breathing was a ragged as his, her head lowered and out of sight. He unraveled her hair from his hand with some effort and let it join his other, hanging limply on either side of her. Her hair tickled his cheek as it tumble back around her shoulders. He turned his head and saw the crescent of his bite mark, angry and red against her alabaster skin. “Sorry.” He apologized simply and quietly and pressed a light kiss to the blemish he had created while he felt his spent manhood start to shrink out of her and her ass clenched to hold him in place.

Cameron’s head rose slowly and the turned and craned until she could look at him. Her features seemed to somehow be indefinably softer as she stared at him for a moment. “I am punished.” She informed him in the same hushed tone as his apology and he found himself nodding, not sure what he was agreeing to. “Are you recovered enough to stand?” she enquired and he realized he was still resting all his weight on her. His legs were a little wobbly, but he managed to gain his feet and they shared a groan as he pulled free of her. Her asshole looked swollen and inflamed and he wondered how it felt for her, but she seemed unaffected as she slid off the sofa, stood and pulled up her underwear and then her pants. He wobbled slightly, having to concentrate to catch his balance as he attempted to do the same.

She retrieved her bra and blouse, but didn’t put them on. Instead she went to and started opening all the windows in the living room. The resulting draught ruffled her hair. “Could you please get dressed and what are you doing?” he asked plaintively, her casual semi-nudity creating arousal in him he just wasn’t physically or mentally able to deal with just then while her actions confused him.

“The room smells of sex. It has to be aired out before your mother or Derek arrives home or they may become suspicious and inquisitive as to the source. Go take a shower while I clean up the sofa.” She explained and instructed and he noticed the wet, stain on the sofa cushion and wondered which one of them had made it. Cameron put her bra and blouse back on and then was all cool, efficient machine again, bustling to cover all the angles. He wanted to make sure she understood about Riley, but he decided that if she didn’t there wasn’t anything he could say to change that. He sighed, shook his head once and then left to take the shower she had, he kidded himself, suggested.

TO BE CONTINUED