"Alex..." he moaned as I slid my hand down inside his shorts and ran my fingers down the sensitive underside of his shaft.
"Mmm hmm," I hummed as I began slowly stroking him. I could feel both of our bodies vibrating with the need. Cam pushed the hem of my dress up over my hips before he slipped his fingers into the waistband of my panties and tugged them down until they dropped to the floor. I reciprocated as I pressed my body against his.
"Alex, I..." he groaned as he shifted.
"Shhhh," I whispered as I let go of his shaft and reached around to pull open one of the drawers in the hall table. Inside, there were a stash of condoms and I pulled one out, ripped the package open with my teeth and quickly unrolled it on Cam's erection. His eyes were wide as I smiled, and in an instant everything shifted.
Cam grabbed me and lifted me up on to the hall table where he positioned himself so that he could tease me with the tip of his shaft long enough to make me cry out and beg him to push it in.
"Mmmm, you like that, do you?" he growled as he pushed the tip in and then stood perfectly still for a moment waiting for me to beg again.
"Cam, please, please!" I begged as I reached around and grabbed his firm cheeks and tried to pull him deeper. He resisted until I was moaning as I begged ,and then in one swift thrust, he slid all the way in and waited. I thought I was going to lose my mind as he pushed deeper before slowly pulling back. The sensation drove me out of my mind and I looked up to see him smiling as he held himself back.
"Cam, please! I can't take this!" I cried as he did a few shallow thrusts that made me even wetter than I'd been. And then he plunged back inside me. I moaned loudly as I pushed my hips forward to meet the increasing speed of his thrusts and he pulled back and plunged in again and again.
Soon we were moving together, pushing each other closer and closer toward the edge as we ran our hands over bare skin and shared brutal kisses. I wanted to take him all the way inside me and his pounding rhythm matched my own need. It wasn't long before I felt the wave of orgasm begin to flow and I screamed into Cam's lips as I climaxed. He wasn't far behind and I felt his body tense as he joined me.
"Are you okay?" Cam whispered as we both caught our breath.
"Mmm hmm," I nodded as I clung to him tightly. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off of the hall table, carrying me to the bedroom where he laid me down.
"Be right back," he said making a beeline for the bathroom.
When he returned, he lay down next to me and pulled the covers up over us both before pulling me to him. I lay there ,wondering what to say as he rested his chin on my head and slowly stroked my hair.
"That was intense," he said. "You sure you're okay? You haven't said a word."
"I'm speechless," I said tilting my head to look up at him. "You're something else."
"Alex, what happened to your parents?" he asked out of the blue. "You started to tell me, but you shut down, and I really want to know. I mean, if you want to tell me."
"Oh man, that's something I hate talking about," I admitted. "It's a total downer, I'm not kidding. I never met my father. When I was nursing my mother, I tried to ask her about him, but all she ever said wa
s that he was an asshole rich kid. I’m sure that he probably had his good points, but she was an angry woman who resented her entire life."
"I'm not pushing," he said backing off a bit. I appreciated the space, but something made me want to tell him the whole sordid story.
"My mom was a poor girl from the South Side," I began. "And my dad was a rich Gold Coast kid with a nasty drug problem. That should probably say it all."
"I see," Cam nodded as he squeezed me a little tighter.
"No, I don't think you do," I said bristling at the possibility of pity. "She fell for him. He loved her and drugs, in that order. They started using together, she got pregnant and had me. They neglected me and Social Services intervened. Years later, she got clean and had a career as a nurse, but she never let go of the anger and resentment she felt. She had wanted the kind of life my father’s money could have bought, and when she didn’t get it, she was furious."
“What about your dad?” he asked. “Didn’t you ever want to meet him or his family?”
“His family disowned him after he got my mother pregnant, and he overdosed in an abandoned building on the North Side a few years after I was born,” I shrugged. “It took me a long time to make peace with the fact that he didn’t care about us enough to get clean.”
"What about family?" Cam asked.
"What about it?" I said defensively. "Her family was poor and struggling and his didn't want anything to do with a bastard child of a drug abuser. I became a ward of the state at two, bounced around from foster home to foster home until I was placed with my mother, but by the time I was sixteen, I’d filed to become an emancipated minor. I took the money from the state and got a room in a boarding house and finished high school. I was smart and made sure I got a full ride when I applied to college, I failed the first year, but then I figured out how to access the resources I needed and asked for another chance. I'll graduate in June and be on my own with a good job. End of story."
"Don't you want to know more about your family?" he asked as he twirled a lock of hair around one of his fingers.
"Not really," I said. "My mother's family has made it clear that they have no interest in me, and my father's family has kept a safe distance for many years, even though they really could have pulled me out of the system at any time. I blame them the most; they could have changed things, but they chose not to. That's the reality of rich folks: they can do a lot, but they choose to ignore everything."
"Is that what you think about rich people, or just your father's family?" Cam asked.
"I think there are probably a lot of rich people with good intentions," I said. "But you know what they say about the road to hell."