Chapter Twenty-Three - Monterey Jacking

CAM'S HEAD JERKS back. He wraps his hands around Roq's wrist, nails tearing at the skin. Roq's arm is rod straight as he keeps shoving Cam into the vat with a sneer twisting his lips.

"What are you doing?" It isn't Cam who screams that but Roq.

Both Cheddy and I take a step closer. I doubt I'd be more than a gnat to Roq, but Cheddy could stop him. Except, Cam catches both of us and lightly shakes his head no.

What does he mean no? He's in a chokehold. He needs help.

Roq grabs Cam by the hips and rams them into the vat. Milk sloshes over the side, striking the floor with a wet splat. "What. Do you think. You are doing?" Roq pants, his nose nearly touching the tip of Cam's. Not even for a second does Cam's smile dip.

"Enjoying myself. You should try it, For."

"Gah!" Roq shouts. His hand moves off of Cam's hips. I wait for him to let the man go, but he rolls his fingers to curve his palm around Cam's cock. Glaring eye to eye, Roq starts to jack off Cam while we all silently watch.

I shouldn't be seeing this. Certainly not take in the way Roq's forearms flex as he gives it his all tugging on Cam's pliant skin. Or the electricity snapping between the two of them as if they're on the verge of either killing each other or coming then and there. Cam starts to wring his hands back and forth over Roq's wrist, and Roq does the same to his cock.

Cam's lips part and his eyes nearly close. Just before they do, Roq shoves him again. Cam sneers and glares back. He doesn't thrust or do anything to help Roq, and Roq's fist starts to pick up speed.

The silence breaks.

"You're a filthy old man." Cam taunts. Roq sucks in a breath like he was punched in the chest. Then he rolls his thumb over the top of Cam's glistening crown and spreads the pearly liquid down the sides.

"Perverted. Depraved. You like to watch." Cam struggles to breathe through his panting. His cock looks as hard and dangerous as flaming red steel. It's got to be seconds from blowing.

In a flash, Cam's sputtering calms to a sharp, cold tone. The flash freeze washes over Roq as he stares him eye to eye. "I see you."

Roq is the one who gasps. He jerks back on his feet as if his whole body's been rocked. Roq's hand cups the base of Cam's cock as cum spurts up his forearm. It drips from his elbow down to his wrist. He won't let go.

The arm around Cam's throat bends, pulling Roq closer to his face. He looks about to bite or kiss him. I'm standing on my tiptoes, my entire body rigid. I don't know what I want to happen, but I don't want to miss a second.

With a little laugh, Cam twists his pink lips into a smile and he stares right down at Roq's crotch. "I know you, For. Better than you'll ever want."

"Fuck!" Roq releases Cam with a roar. He stumbles away. A wet stain's smeared over his pants. Growling, he tries wiping it away, as if that'll remove the cum. His rage-filled cleaning freezes and he glances up at all three of us watching in various stages of arousal and horror. Snarling, Roq tucks into his shoulders and spins away to hide himself. He folds his hand into a fist and lashes it out for the vat, but pauses at the last second.

Spilled milk lays in puddles at his feet. Roq's entire back tightens and he grips his hair. "The cheese is ruined," he declares before fleeing to the ladder and up into the shop.

It isn't until we hear his footsteps on the floor above that any of us move. "Are you okay?" I ask Cam, my voice blubbering and near tears.

For his part, he's already tucked himself away and zipped up his pants. "Hmm?"

With shaking fingers, I point to the red marks on his throat. They look more like they came from a bear's paw than a man's hand.

"Oh?" Cam coughs and shakes his head. "It'll be all right. At least it wasn't his belt."

Is he insane? Roq could have killed him and he's laughing it off. I look around for confirmation I'm not losing it. Brie, with his dick swinging away, picks up a mop to wick away the milk. Cheddy starts to whistle his old tune as he slips back into the vault for more cheese.

"What just happened?" I stutter.

Cam sweeps a hand around my waist and guides my head to rest on his shoulder. "One of Roq's outbursts. He lets all of his fickleness build up for too long until it comes out in rather rapid fashion."

"But he grabbed you."

"Yes."

"And he grabbed your…?" My cheeks pink at not just the word but the deed and how into it Roq was.

"Yes? I was there, doing my best to pretend I didn't enjoy it. He doesn't put his all into it if he thinks I'm excited to be taught a lesson."

"That's horrifying!" I exclaim, then I blink. "Isn't it?"

"We've had four hundred years to perfect this dance." Without explaining more, Cam takes me by the arm and guides me back to the ladder. I peer up the dark rungs, my body shivering at the idea of running into Roq up there.

Bending over, Cam pauses and takes in my cheeks. "You look flushed. Did the sight of us desecrate your honorable sensibilities?"

"No, I don't…" I wince, uncertain of what that all means. Whatever it is, that isn't how I'm feeling.

"Ah." Cam stands up with my dress in his hands. He helps to pull it over my head, the errant belt slapping me in the shoulder as it goes. If Roq had used that on him…

When my head pops out of the neckline, Cam's staring deep into my eyes. He gives a little smile and declares, "It aroused you."

My mouth drops and I try to look anywhere but at the man smirking at me. He's been inside of me on a park bench. Why does the idea of him finding me aroused feel so embarrassing?

Cam's lips glide around my ear as he whispers. "You're not alone."

With shaking fingers, I cinch my belt trying to not picture it around Cam's neck as Roq strokes his cock. "So this happens a lot?"

"Not as often as I'd like," he harrumphs. "I need to needle the man for months before he so much as growls at me. At least until you."

I don't know if that's a compliment or a condemnation. Maybe both.

Cam peers over his shoulder. Somewhere back there are my bra and panties, but I can get them later when all these men are unimposing cheeses. "Strange though. He's never once ruined the cheese before. I'm afraid that will have to be the end of the lesson for the night. That entire vat is wasted, and I doubt Roq's in much of a teaching mood."

"Where did he go?" I ask. Do I have to wait down here until dawn or can I slip up to my room without running into him?

"He's probably fellating himself right now."

My eyes bug out at the idea of Roq bent in half sucking on his own cock.

"No, I mean flogging himself. I suppose I should dispose of this milk. Chedward?" Cam shouts.

"What?"

"Get the buckets." Cam takes a step deeper into the cellar.

I don't let go of his arm. "Don't you want help?" I ask, trying to keep my voice level.

"After this eve, it would be best if you recuperate. We can handle this mess and tomorrow night, well, we'll all have quite the laugh over dinner." He's not even fazed by what happened. With a tender smile, Cam takes my cheek in his hand and kisses me. "And if I'm lucky, an encore."

Climbing up the ladder, I try to ignore the way my toes curl in my shoes, but it's getting harder. Before the whole choking, jacking incident, I was having a lot of fun.

You loved that.

No, it was terrifying.

Which is what you loved. That pump of adrenaline, not knowing what would happen next or who would fuck who. You want more.

Maybe it was hotter than anything I'd ever seen before. But that didn't make Roq any less scary. The man could snap on a dime, and he hates me. What if Cam's cock isn't in the way next time?

Resigned to being terrified, I peek my head up through the hole. There's no sign of feet waiting to ambush me. Holding my breath, I try to climb the last few rungs without making a sound.

Whew. I take a breath and brush down my dress. There's no chance he heard me.

Woomph! The secret cellar door tips over and slams to the floor loud enough to wake the entire block.

Okay. He knows I'm here. Ducking my head, I grab my nearly-empty lasagna dish and run for the door without looking back. No terrifying, blue-haired men lurk in the shadows. And, even if they do, they don't have time to catch me.

Ha! I breathe a sigh of relief as the door slowly closes, and I turn.

My nose crumples against a brick wall. The leftover lasagna slushes in the pan. I juggle it back as I look up.

Oh fuck…

"We should talk," Roq says, his whole body nearly on top of mine. I start to eep when he's the one to step to the side.

Tiny screams echo through my head. I grit my teeth. No. Dear god. Not without the others here.

"Alone," he adds and takes off down the street.

My feet are frozen to the cement. I nervously bounce up and down so the heels of my flats smack against the ground. Roq makes it to the curb before he turns around. His stare winnows above the rim of his glasses. "Well?"

"Mmkay," I mutter. Oh, I am so dead. To comfort myself, I hug the lasagna dish. Warmth pools over my chest and I groan.

Eggplant and tomato sauce splatter across my breasts.