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You spent years together. You tried to be supportive, financially, physically, emotionally. And he said all the things that made you feel like he cared, like he loved you in return. But then he broke up with you out of nowhere. No previous talk of problems or dissatisfaction. He wanted it to be quick and easy, but you needed answers. He said a whole lot of bullshit that didn’t make sense, but one thing that stuck out the most was when he said he was bored. If he was bored he really should have shown it before now, right? Maybe he said it just to hurt you. Maybe it was just to get you off his back with your demands of an explanation. But what you really fear is that it’s true. You are boring. And that anyone who loves you, claims to love you, will eventually get bored and want to leave. Just like all those relationships that ended after you Realized everyone.
He left after breaking up with you, and you went directly to the liquor cabinet, with its bottles covered in dust. Not much of a drinker ever since your favorite bartenders no longer lived in your house. Shortly you went from devastated to drunk and devastated.
You cried til morning, eventually feeling empty and numb. You sober up enough to understand why your head is pounding so you choke back some pain killers and as much water as you can manage. Then you pull out your phone and stare stared at it. Nothing. No “I’m sorry.” No “I made a mistake”.
Your hands are shaking and you accidentally tap your contact list. And there was Cam. Cam was one of the few dateables who’d met your ex. He took an immediate dislike to him, but Cam didn’t like most people, so it hadn’t registered as unusual at the time. The last time you saw him there was a weird tension between the two of them, and you weren’t certain if something had happened when you weren’t there. Your ex denied it. But he obviously wasn’t great at honesty. That day, when saying goodbye to Cam he made some offhand comment about calling him when you broke up. You took it as a joke at the time, but now the sound of him saying that was ringing in your ears. Before you’d even had enough time to think through your decision, your fingers had already sent the text.
When Cam showed up you hadn’t attempted to clean up. You hadn’t even moved from the spot you were in. You answered the door, no doubt looking as awful as you felt, no sleep, drinking, crying, falling apart.
Cam’s not the type to pity or offer much sympathy really. He just looked you over with a tilt to his head. “It just happened” he said, a statement not a question. But you answer anyway.
“Yesterday, last night I guess. I got home and…” you trail off but step back so he can come in.
“Kinda thought you’d be the initiator” he says with an unreadable expression on his face.
“No. He wouldn’t even say why until I kept pressing him and then he told me he was bored” you say with flat affect.
Cam frowns at you. “How?”
“How what?”you ask.
“I haven’t met a whole lot of humans so far, but you’re definitely the least boring. And coming from that guy? That’s the funniest thing he’s ever said” Cam responds.
“Those dateviators were the most interesting thing that’s ever happened to me. And it’s not like I can tell people, or they would lock me up for being crazy. I don’t know. Pretty much everyone left and scattered all around the world. I can’t be that interesting” you say sadly.
Cam pauses for a long time. That was definitely more conversation than you were expecting from him.
“So why am I here?” he asks you.
“You told me to call if we ever broke up” you respond.
“I guess I thought you’d wait a bit first” he says, not sounding disappointed, just thoughtful.
He looks you up and down. “So you looking for a rebound fuck or what?”
Cam’s standing at the edge of your bed, holding your thighs as he pounds into you. He’s shirtless, and you’re naked, but his pants are hanging halfway off his hips.
At first you were kind of surprised by his question and started to wonder what it meant, but it’s Cam. He just says what he means. Before you thought it through you said “Fuck me til I can’t think anymore?” Which is the last thing you can remember before you got to this point.
It’s been years since you’ve been with anyone else. And you don’t want to compare, you don’t even want to think anymore, but the stretch and small amount of pain makes it hard to ignore that things are different.
Cam looks down at you. “Mmm, still thinking” he says before picking up the pace, gripping your thighs enough to bruise, so that his hips slamming into you don’t push you away.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck” you start chanting.
“That’s the idea” he says.
You mind starts to let go and your body is the only thing that exists, the feelings concentrating your existence to the space between your legs.
The bliss of thoughtlessness lasts for what seems to be a very short period of time before you suddenly hear the front door being unlocked and opened. There are only a handful of people with the keys. You’re still trying to guess who it is when you hear it. Your ex’s voice saying your name.
At this point Cam has also heard and frozen in place, both of you locking eyes. As soon as he hears your ex he sneers. After you hear the sound of footsteps on the stairs he bends forward to press his lips against your ear. “You want him to see? You wanna make him watch? What he lost, what he no longer gets to have?”
Your body responds and answers for you as you feel yourself clench down on him. He huffs, “Good job Spicy, I always knew you had it in you.”
He resumes fucking you, but now it’s leisurely. You both hear the footsteps coming upstairs. He holds one finger up to his lips to signal you to be quiet, but then lowers his hand to start lazily circling your clit, making it much more difficult to do so.
When tiny little noises escape you Cam just smiles wide. You start to turn towards the door, but then he directs your head back towards him “Eyes on me Chuckles” he silently mouths.
The hand on your clit picks up speed and he thrusts hard into you a couple times before resuming his slower pace. You can’t keep the moan from escaping you.
A couple seconds later the doorknob turns and starts to slowly open, and as it does Cam slams his lips against yours, clearly planning to pretend neither of you heard the approaching steps. He kisses your cheek that faces the door, blocking the sight from you, and the sight of your face from the door. “Fuck you’re hot. You’re so tight. So wet for me. So fucking good” Cam says, and you think it might be more for your ex to hear than you.
You make eye contact and he looks ecstatic, eyes twinkling. He’s fucking getting off on this. Cam groans “I could keep fucking you forever” he says, loud enough to definitely be heard by whoever’s at the door. Then he smashes his mouth to yours again, and your eyes close automatically. He tangles his tongue with yours and stops thrusting and instead grinds his hips against yours as he circles around inside you. You make a small surprised noise before you’re moaning into his mouth. He smiles against you before sucking your lower lip and then biting it and pulling away.
There hasn’t been any sound from the doorway, no busting the door down in a fit of jealous rage. You almost start thinking you imagined the whole thing. It’s so quiet, if anyone had been there, you think they must have left by now. Cam straightens up and resumes his faster paced thrusting and plays with your nipples as you lock your ankles behind him. He does another one of his grinding swirling motions with his hips, hitting all the good spots inside you. “That. Do that. That feels so good” you say panting and gripping at the bedsheets.
Cam looks so proud of himself “Yeah?” he says then swirls his hips “Like this?” he does it again to a corresponding moan from you. He alternates between fast and slow, interspersed with swirling grinding against you.
“I’m gonna cum” you tell him breathlessly, and he laughs.
“Go ahead. Not done with you yet though” he says as he speeds up while rubbing your clit quickly, wanting to make sure that you do.
You crest the peak of your pleasure with a long moan, joined by Cam’s soft grunts as he feels you climaxing around him.
When he feels you come down from the high he pulls out before tapping you on the side of your leg. “Roll over. Face down on the bed, ass in the air”
Your ex is either watching, or he left. Either way, it doesn’t matter. You’re ready to be fucked brainless. You get in the position Cam asked for, rolling away from the door, not letting yourself look to see if he’s there or not. You start to scoot forward to make room for Cam to kneel behind you but he stops you. “Nah, stay there for now” and as you’re wondering what his plan is you feel his hands spreading your ass apart before his mouth is on you. He uses his tongue with broad strokes, then circling, and finally prodding in, testing. He spits and starts putting in a finger, but you say “lube in the drawer” while pointing at your bedside table.
“Ooo, you want it fancy huh?” he says, but does grab the bottle. He warms it up in his fingers before rubbing it around and then pressing an experimental finger in. “Yeah, you know what you’re doing. Just keep staying relaxed” he tells you, even though you aren’t really experienced in this area. He’s surprisingly gentle about getting you slick and warmed up. When he’s satisfied he pulls out his fingers and slaps your ass. “Okay, move forward now.”
After you do you feel the mattress shift as he climbs on, kneeling behind you. He presses the head of his cock against your ass and waits. “Relax, deep breaths. I know you can take me” he says.
His hands stroke up and down the sides of your hips before squeezing your ass cheeks and spreading them apart as he waits to feel you relax against him. A couple of deep breaths and you feel him start slowly pressing in. “Good job Spicy”. He’s slow at first, increasing in speed while watching to see if you’re okay. His hands are on your hips as he starts slamming into you and says “Touch yourself. I want you cumming on me while my dick is in your ass”.
“Fuuuuck Cam” you say, but start doing what he says. Of course his dirty talk is hot. Or trash talk. Whatever he calls it.
“Oh, I am” he says with a grunt and a slap on your ass. “Oh? Felt how much you liked that” he says before slapping the other side. “Already so tight, don’t make me cum too early” He slows down for some leisurely strokes.
Voice going husky and deep he says “I can feel you. You’re getting close aren’t you” he says, less a question, more a statement. But he’s right. He speeds up again “Now, do it now. Cum on my dick” and you peak again gasping and moaning. As Cam feels you spasm around him he groans and slams into you as deep as he can “Take it, take it, I’m gonna fill your ass full. You want that, you want my cum in your ass”
You don’t know if it was a question but breathlessly say “Yes, yes” and feel his cum shoot inside you as he finally goes quiet. You turn to look and his head is thrown back, mouth open, silent in his moment of ecstasy.
As he recovers his head comes back down and still inside you he slowly turns his head to the now fully open door. With a smirk he says “Still bored?”