Katrina wasn’t sure what it was about Cameron, but she couldn’t seem to see him without feeling the blood rush through her body, sensitising her full breasts and causing a warm flush to settle low in her belly. Only problem was, Cameron was twenty-two, and her son’s best friend.
The ‘boys’ came through the front door together, and, although her son hardly looked at her on his way through the kitchen, Cameron glanced up as always and gave her that sexy smile that set her arousal to a low simmer.
‘Good afternoon, Mrs Moore,’ he said, just like always.
‘Katrina,’ she said, her response automatic after more than two years of giving it. He gave his usual boyish grin in response, and she sighed as her son punched Cameron on the arm with an impatient ‘Dude, come on.’
Now that he was here, they were sure to vanish into Jack’s room and not emerge for a couple of hours, at least. She moved past his room as the explosions started, and into her bedroom, locking the door behind her.
What was it about this boy, really a man, if barely, who made her blood run so hot and her mind go blank except for images of him shirtless with that particular look in his eyes … and, thanks to the pool in their back yard, she had an unseemly amount of detail on which to fixate when she imagined his defined, hairless pecs, his dusky-rose nipples and the curving definition of his abs.
She moaned and gave in, imagining how soft and warm his skin would feel as she ran her hands over his taut abs and down, following that dusting of hair down into his trunks to the warm, hot length of him …
The explosions and sounds of gunfire from her son’s gaming station were as loud as ever, and Katrina needed some relief if she was going to be able to concentrate for the rest of the day. She reached into the drawer on her side of the nightstand and found her vibrator, then set it on the pillow next to her and started a slow, sensual striptease.
Her fingers ran up under her shirt, tickling along her own ribs as she slowly peeled the fabric up and out of the way. She closed her eyes and lay back on the bed as she rolled her breasts in her hands, squeezing them and pinching her nipples until they were aching peaks of pleasure. Her fingers trembled as she reached behind her to unfasten the clasp of her bra, and the whisper of lace fell away as she returned her attention to her sensitive breasts.
She pushed all thoughts of appropriateness away and simply imagined Cameron standing over her, that adorable smile on his face and his eyes full of lust. She imagined him moving over her as he took her breasts in his hands and kneaded them gently, teasing and arousing her before he moved to slide her jeans down over her hips …
The buzz of the zipper parting nearly made her moan aloud as she slid her hot hands under the fabric and pushed her jeans down along with her panties. She lay back, her body sensitive to the very air as she paused, savouring the moment of anticipation. She could practically feel his hands moving slowly over her body, starting at her ankles, and she clutched the sheet and tensed as if he were truly moving towards her centre.
Tentatively, she reached down to sample her own arousal and found herself wet and ready. She moaned as her fingers slid through the slippery wetness and found her clit, rubbing it gently in an erotic tease that made her pulse rush and pound in her ears and her breath come faster.
The vibrator hummed in the quiet room, cutting through the sound of the game in her son’s room, and she thought of the real Cameron sitting there with a controller in his hand, oblivious to her fantasies about him only a few feet down the hall. The thought sent a fresh rush of arousal through her, and she touched the vibrator to her clit, unwilling to wait another second for satisfaction.
The powerful vibrations sent shocks of pleasure through her on contact, and she pressed it against her clit, her hips bucking as she drove herself straight for the peak of pleasure. She bit her lip to stifle her aroused cries as she pushed herself higher and higher, then she closed her eyes and pictured Cameron again, this time grinning down at her as he poised to thrust his cock deep inside her. She gasped at the vivid image, and, when she imagined him plunging into her, her entire body clenched as the pleasure grabbed hold and shook her like an earthquake.
Katrina turned the vibrator off and lay still for several minutes, waiting for her breathing to return to normal. She savoured the prickles across her flushed body where beads of sweat had formed, and shivered whenever the scent of her arousal drifted up to her. Gradually her heartbeat and her breathing slowed, and she sighed as she shook the last of the languor out of her limbs and sat up.
Forget the age difference, Cameron was legal and he made every nerve in her body sizzle. She was quickly forgetting any of the reasons that she shouldn’t pursue him if he was what she wanted. Even as she pulled her clothes back on and made sure her appearance was in order, Katrina was beginning to form a plan. Jack always left his phone out on the counter. Perhaps she should have ‘Jack’ invite Cameron over for lunch soon.
* * *
Katrina nearly shook with nerves as she waited for the doorbell to ring. She’d prepared a couple of turkey sandwiches and put them through her panini press, set out a small selection of snacks and made iced tea – she was quickly running out of ways to distract herself.
She’d just reapplied her lipstick and then wiped it off again for the third time when she finally heard the knock at the front door. Cameron smiled when he saw her.
‘Hey, Mrs Moore.’
She didn’t step back out of the doorway. Somehow the familiarity of his greeting broke through her nerves, and she leaned against the jamb, the door still too close against her side for him to pass. ‘I’m not opening this door until you call me by my given name,’ she said, her voice pitched seductively low, but light enough to be teasing.
Something in Cameron’s face changed, and his eyes flickered down to take in the flirty knee-length dress she was wearing. ‘Is Jack home?’ he asked.
‘No, he’s in classes all afternoon,’ she replied. She thought she did a credible job of keeping guilt from creeping into her voice.
Cameron stepped forward, almost as if he were going to push through the door, and paused so close that she had to look up to maintain eye contact. He was easily inside her personal space, and her body yearned towards him as if he carried some static charge. His voice was pitched low when he replied, ‘Then I guess I’m here to see you, Katrina.’
‘I guess you are,’ she said. Her voice was breathy, having lost that seductive depth, but Cameron reacted as if she’d reached out and stroked him. A shudder rippled through his entire body and he blinked hard. She let the door go, and he stepped past her so closely that his body brushed her arm as he came inside.
‘I’ve got lunch ready,’ she said, taking the lead again and guiding him to the table. He smiled as if he were trying to restrain laughter, and Katrina turned her back on him to hide her blush, hoping she hadn’t misread what had just happened.
Cameron sat down at the dining-room table and helped himself to a handful of chips as she went into the kitchen to fetch the sandwiches and a couple of glasses of tea. She used the familiar routine of setting out food to nudge her back into control of herself and – she hoped – the situation.
For a few minutes they ate in silence, and a combination of frustrated lust and nerves danced through Katrina’s stomach until she knew that she either had to do something now or lose her nerve completely. She raised one bare foot under the table, her eyes on her plate as she slowly reached out for Cameron. When she found his leg, her foot caressed his calf before moving up towards the outside of his knee.
Cameron sat up straight as if electrified, staring at her as he finished chewing his food and swallowed, hard. Then he smiled, and Katrina had the exciting sensation of being admired by a stallion. He shifted in his seat and Katrina looked up, locking eyes with him as her foot skimmed over his knee. He took another bite and chewed slowly, not letting up on the eye contact, and spread his legs to the edges of his seat.
Katrina lifted an olive to her lips and sucked it into her mouth as she took his invitation, letting her foot drift to the inside of his thigh and up towards his lap. When she encountered the hot, hard erection pressing back at her, the nerves finally vanished and she found that she could take another bite without a problem, watching him through her lashes as she caressed his stiff organ with her toes.
Cameron, on the other hand, was having trouble concentrating on his food. Katrina smiled as he put his sandwich down and clenched his teeth, biting off a moan. ‘You do this to me all the time,’ he said.
‘If you mean footsie under the table, then there may be something Jack’s not telling us,’ she replied lightly, skimming up and down the length of him.
He reached into his lap and grabbed her foot, pressing it hard against his erection. ‘I don’t mean your foot, Katrina. I mean this.’
Tingles shot up and down her spine, but Katrina ignored them, opening her mouth and laying another olive on her tongue. She chewed thoughtfully before she replied, ‘I never knew. If I had, I might have done something like this much sooner.’
‘What about your husband?’ Cameron released her and picked up his sandwich, and Katrina felt a wave of warmth for the horny young man making an effort to do the right thing.
‘We discovered very early on that we’re not sexually compatible. He wants more kink than I can give him, and I want more … staying power. We have an arrangement.’
‘Then why are we still sitting at the table pretending to be polite?’ he asked.
Katrina smiled. ‘Come kiss me.’
He obliged, standing then moving around the table with the grace of the young and athletic. He reached for her and tipped her head back, holding eye contact with her for a long moment before he reached up with his other hand, traced a line up her throat that sent shivers through her body, and pressed his lips to hers.
His tentative kiss intensified quickly as he gained confidence, and Katrina let her tongue play out, teasing over his lips until he plunged his tongue into her mouth in an erotic tangle of taste and sensation. She licked the salt of the chips from his lips, and he moaned into the kiss as he explored every corner of her mouth. She felt as if she were floating, his hands locking her head gently in place as he kissed her so thoroughly her toes curled.
Then he moved, pulling her so softly upward that she practically floated out of her chair, coming to stand before him and letting her body press against his. His cock throbbed hard against her belly, and she whimpered as she felt the eager length of it, hoping that his youthful potency would come with the stamina to satisfy.
She tried to busy her hands on his back and in his hair, running across his skin, dragging through his sweet brown waves and teasing back down his face with soft strokes. Finally she couldn’t resist her true temptation anymore, and her fingers moved down his chest in a slow tease towards her ultimate goal, spiralling and shifting into playful patterns, but moving ever downwards. When she reached his waist, she lifted one hand and plunged her tongue deep into his mouth as she grabbed his cock firmly for the first time.
Cameron moaned and thrust back against her hand, inviting her to the very places she’d fantasised about for months. Then he shifted, and she gasped in surprise as he lifted her off her feet. He grinned down at her as their kiss broke, and she liked the way that grin looked with the lust in his eyes.
He didn’t carry her far, but set her down on the table and examined her up and down like she was a slice of German chocolate cake and he was only deciding where to take the first taste. She reached around for her zipper, opening the dress enough to allow the straps to fall away from her arms and reveal the turquoise satin of her bra. Cameron took the invitation. He lifted both of her breasts and weighed them in his hands as he teased and manipulated them with his fingers.
‘I like it hard,’ she said. ‘Squeeze them. Pinch my nipples.’ She had barely gotten out the last couple of words when he gave them a rough squeeze and released them, leaving her gasping and dizzy with desire. He reached around behind her and she felt the release of her bra clasp. Then he was pulling the bra away and tossing it behind him, into the kitchen.
She felt something cold on her nipple and the surprise made her whimper. Cameron held up a cold olive that he must have plucked from a dish, and held it to her lips, watching as she sucked it into her mouth. She moved forward and caught one of his fingers, sucking that into her mouth, too, and teasing her tongue around it as she hoped to do with his more sensitive appendage. He responded beautifully, and she watched his eyes flash a darker shade of blue as he moaned and gently fucked her mouth with his finger.
He pulled away, then, and trailed his finger from the corner of her mouth downwards, following its path with a searing line of hot kisses at the corner of her mouth, her neck, her collarbone and onwards. She prayed that he would find her nipple quickly, but he teased around it, kissing slow circles around it and making her moan and thrust her breasts towards his face.
‘Damn it, Cameron,’ she started, grabbing his head. But what was meant to be a commanding touch turned into a desperate grasp as his mouth finally came down over her nipple and she fisted her hands in his hair, holding on for dear life while his lips and teeth provided him with a direct line to her clit.
She couldn’t – had never – but there was that building sensation, like a lit fuse that burned in anticipation, concentrated dually at her clit and on her breast, where he nipped gently and sucked hard, teasing with his tongue and lips. One hand released his hair and she started to reach for her clit, knowing that if she could just touch it she would be an instant from release. But Cameron bit down on her nipple, and a surge of pleasure and pain washed through her with convulsive force before she even got close.
She screamed as the orgasm exploded through her pelvis and breasts, meeting in the middle and washing back until her entire body was rocked with pleasure. Her breath stole away in the midst of the excitement and she panted for air, only then realising that she’d wrapped her legs around Cameron and had one fist buried in his hair, pressing his face so hard against her breast that he was probably having trouble breathing, too.
And even still, the cocky bastard was gently stroking his tongue over her nipple, plucking her nerves like a master harpist and drawing out the quivering pleasure from her bones. She released him and fell back, panting, and he stood over her, young and sure.
‘That was cool,’ he said, and he grinned that boyish grin again that made her insides melt and her pussy hotter than ever. She sighed as she looked up at him, and she realised how she must look, dishevelled from her orgasm, her dress pulled down to her waist, hair a mess, skirt in disarray, reclining across the dining-room table. She imagined that she looked like some sort of sexual feast, and she intended to entice this hungry young stallion to dine.
‘Not a bad start,’ she said, and leaned back on one elbow to draw the attention even further to her other hand, which had danced up the tent of her skirt and was now bunching the fabric, lifting it to reveal her feminine glory, all waxed and ready for Cameron with no panties to interrupt their pleasure. ‘Are you ready for your dessert?’
Cameron hesitated, and she watched him lift one hand to stroke his heavy cock through his pants. She hoped he was trying to preserve this vision for the future. She liked the idea of him lying in bed, hopelessly aroused by the picture of her swollen cunt all exposed for him as he stroked himself.
He closed his eyes and a shudder passed visibly through his body, then he moved forward with slow, deliberate intensity and, with one last glance up at her from between her legs, slid his tongue deep into her slit.
Katrina closed her own eyes and let her head fall back, moaning as he ate her out, gaining both speed and confidence as the sounds of her pleasure filled the room and her hips rocked up to meet his mouth. She whimpered with aroused frustration, desperate to feel his hot mouth close over her clit, but she didn’t know if his teasing was intentional or ignorance, and she didn’t want to spoil it for him so soon.
He soon proved that it wasn’t ignorance guiding his tongue. He lifted one hand and brushed his fingers gently against her clit, not enough to bring her to orgasm, but plenty to bring torturous sheets of fiery arousal through her body. She threw back her head and moaned wildly, but he maintained the tease for another minute, and she could swear she could feel him smiling against her cunt.
Then his fingers shifted to a firmer rhythm, and she could have sobbed with relief. A moment later his fingers were replaced with the hot mouth she really craved, and Katrina shouted in pleasure as he worked his magic, ‘So close! Oh, Cam, just like that! So –’ She broke off with a scream, and her hips convulsed up into his mouth as she rode the orgasm, a second’s relief skimming through her before she felt the desire for more.
‘I wish I’d brought the condoms out here,’ she panted,’ I want you to fuck me right here on the table.’ She started to sit up, but Cameron blushed, of all things, and reached into his pocket.
‘I have one,’ he said.
She smiled a wicked grin up at him and leaned back, edging herself closer to the lip of the table. ‘Oh, Cameron, you are my favourite.’
He unfastened his pants and she watched in breathless anticipation, teasing both of them by reaching between her own legs and stroking the wet, swollen flesh there. She was gushing with the fluid of her arousal, as horny as she had ever been. She felt another waveflood from her body and over her fingers when Cameron pulled his underwear away and stood, revealing his hard cock.
He was truly a stallion, built long and thick as though made just to fill her up, and Katrina prayed that he’d have the energy of a young stallion, too. This was what she’d always needed – what her husband could never provide – someone to fuck her over and over until she was exhausted, her needs finally sated and her prolific desire banked.
He noted her hungry gaze on his cock and smiled. ‘My last girlfriend was afraid.’
‘Come and see how scared I am,’ she replied, widening her spread legs for emphasis. ‘Look at me, I’m trembling.’ She was; her desire had diffused through her every cell, and her entire body trembled in the quest for another orgasm – for further satisfaction.
Cameron rolled the condom on, then gave her a lewd look and rubbed his hand through her slickness, using it to lubricate his cock. He leaned over her slowly, and Katrina grabbed his upper arms, digging in with her nails. ‘Fuck me, Cameron. God damn it, put that thing inside me and fuck me until I scream.’
With one hard thrust, he did, driving himself inside her in one smooth stroke. She arched up to meet him, her hips rising and her legs moving to capture his waist as she took every inch of him into her body, feeling pleased and full and yet still so hungry for more. She wriggled against him, and he pulled back and slammed his cock into her, forming a pistoning rhythm that she met, beat for beat.
Every fantasy she’d ever had about him came back to her as he fucked her hard on her dining-room table, and Katrina felt the pleasure begin to mount in her again as she took him hungrily. ‘I’m going to come all over your cock, Cameron,’ she cried, and inarticulate sounds of pleasure followed her declaration as she felt herself tip over the edge, spasming around his erection and squeezing him with her inner walls even as she tightened her arms and legs around him.
He continued to drive into her, and her heart could have burst at the joy she got from being fucked right through her orgasm, then, as it welled up and spilled out from her core, a second. ‘Holy shit,’ he whispered into her ear, and she screamed as she rode him hard, bucking up to meet his thrusting hips even as pleasure washed through her in what felt like a never-ending wave. ‘Holy shit, holy shit …’
When her cunt clenched and spasmed around him for a third time, Cameron roared and increased his pace, pounding her into the table and digging his hands into her shoulders with bruising strength. He thrust one last time, deep inside her, and his entire body shuddered and then went limp. She panted as she stroked his hair and back and wondered if she should feel more dirty or wrong for fucking her son’s best friend on the dining-room table in the middle of the day. Instead, she just felt excited, aroused and pleased.
Cameron climbed off of her, removed the condom, tied a neat little knot and folded it into a tissue that he slipped into his pocket. ‘That was amazing,’ he said.
Katrina slid off of the table and moved towards him with the liquid grace that she gained from sex and arousal. She stood on her tiptoes to place a kiss on his neck, just under his jaw, and reached down with her other to stroke his half-hard cock. He shuddered under her lips and his cock twitched against her hand as she slowly drew him back to arousal.
‘What? Don’t tell me you’re finished. And I had such high hopes for you,’ she murmured, nibbling at his ear. Cameron moaned loudly, and his cock pulsed again, tapping against her thigh as it rose. ‘Good. Then come on, my dear stallion, the rest of the condoms are in my room.’ She had about three more hours before she had to be concerned about anyone coming home, and she planned to get a lot of use out of that time.