Page 19 of You're So Vine
Get it together, Cam. “Both?”
She laughs. I’m relieved. I am also so out of my depth, I might as well be at the bottom of the Mariana Trench.
Ava moves toward me, her body relaxed, pace unhurried. I’m reminded of Therese at the Riding Society instructing us volunteers on how to approach a nervous horse. My own nervous system has shifted from freeze mode into full anticipation. Responsible Cam has been caught in a chokehold by Primal Cam and his warnings are now feeble squawking sounds.
She’s right here, and Primal Cam gives Responsible Cam one last neck twist and drops him unconscious to the floor. I bend to meet her mouth, pull her into me, my hands under the T-shirt, on her skin, cupping her naked rear and lifting her up. She’s so small and light, I can hold her up no problem. Her legs wrap around me, her own hands move under my shirt, over my chest and abs … and I am about as in control of this situation as a pine needle in a brush fire. So much for slow and steady. My primal instinct is all hare, racing ahead and giving the tortoise the finger.
“Counter,” breathes Ava in my ear.
“What?” Okay, so my brain is still in low gear.
“Shift around.”
Got it. I turn, so she can perch her rear on the kitchen counter. It’s wooden, not too cold. Mind you, we could both be in the midst of a swarm of hornets for all we care. Counter is exactly the right height. My hands are freed up now, and I begin to slide them up her thighs, but am forestalled by the fact that she’s trying to undo my jeans. Fact we’re kissing makes communicating a little tricky, so I break off, and whisper, “Hang on.”
Luckily, my jeans are old and the buttons aren’t tight. Don’t stop to think about the age of my jockeys, just yank them down, free my straining hard cock and take it in hand, ready to—
“Shit.”
“What?” demands Ava.
“No condom.”
Wasn’t expecting to need one.
“I’m on the pill,” she says, and wraps her legs tighter, her heels clamping my ass into position.
“Yeah, but—” I can sense Responsible Cam starting to come round.
“Cam,” she says, “I don’t have any STDs. Do you?”
“Well, no, but—”
“No buts,” she says. “Only fuck. Right now.”
She’s so close. The musky scent of her signals how ready she is. All I have to do is slide right into that slick tightness, right in up to the hilt and—
Car wheels crunching on the gravel. Ava’s so intent on getting me inside her that she doesn’t hear. I should perhaps mention it, but she’s got my cock in her hand now and I’m kind of having to go with the flow here.
Rat tat tat on the door. Jaunty. Friendly. Incredibly unwelcome.
“Do not answer it,” hisses Ava.
Unmistakable voice of Doc Wilson calls, “Hello in there?”
“You said he’d be here in a couple ofhours!” is Ava’s accusing whisper.
“That’s what he told me!” I whisper back.
The doorknob rattles. This is not a big room. Front door opens right into it. And when I’m here, I never lock it. If Doc decides to come on in, he’s going to get an eyeful. Me with my pants around my ankles, cock still raring to go. Ava half naked, hand on aforementioned cock, legs clinched around me tight as a possum on a branch.
“Cam? Ava?”
He is not going away.
Ava curses, releases her hold on me.
“This isn’t over!” she says, like a threat. “Minute he leaves, I’m jumping you.”
