Matthew and Camille Ch. 11byinnocent_angel©
****Hey, sorry this has taken so long. I kinda got in to a funk and had a massive case of writer's block. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. It's not the last, idk when that chapter will come about, but there's more after this. I also wanted to point out that Annie J. Mitchell isn't anyone famous, at least not in the celebrity sense of the word. She was my grandma. She died in April of 2007, and when I mention her name in this chapter, it's as a sort of tribute to her. She was a great lady and I miss her much. Anyway, all publicly recognizable names, places, products are the property of their respective owners. The characters are all mine. As always please excuse errors, blah, blah, blah...
"Do you have something against my clothes?" Camille questioned after Matt forcefully pulled open another shirt, sending the black buttons flying across his bedroom.
Matt chuckled against her skin as he began placing butterfly kisses across her torso. He had long ago stopped ripping her clothes out of urgency and now did it for the sheer pleasure of doing it. Of course, he wouldn't dare tell her that. "Yes, I do. Your clothes always seem to be in the way. Besides, you know I'll replace it," he said glancing at her before properly removing her bra. To Camille's delight and Matt's chagrin, bras were a little more difficult to rip than blouses and panties. He immediately began to suckle her hardened nipples as he moved his hand down, pushing two fingers into her hot, wet pussy. Her back arched pushing her nipple harder into his mouth.
He continued his suckling as he rhythmically moved his fingers in and out of her. He let loose an animalistic growl deep in his throat as she pulled his hair. "Matt, shit," she whispered, digging her nails into his scalp. "I'm going to come..." Her voice was hoarse from all of her vocalizations earlier in the day when she and Matt had snuck back to her house during lunch. It was just as well, they had to be quiet anyway, so they wouldn't wake Ari.
Matt smiled against her nipple. "Well, miele," he said in a deep voice, "come." He increased his pace and hooked his fingers slightly. As if his words were the permission she'd been waiting on, Camille began to buck wildly beneath him. Her inner walls contracted around his fingers, and her juices flowed down his hand as he continued to stroke her insides. He watched her facial expressions and listened to her soft, guttural moans. Her moans were music to his ears. He could listen to them all day...
HONK! HONK! HONK!
"Would you fucking move?!?!" Matt heard the muffled yell as he was jarred from his wayward thoughts. He glanced up at the now green light then up to his rearview. He lifted his hand in a gesture of apology to the irate driver still yelling and laying on his horn behind him. He made his turn and couldn't help but chuckle as the light immediately changed, trapping the driver in the spot that Matt had just vacated.
He shook his head. He really needed to reign in his thoughts. These little spacing out episodes were getting him into trouble, and not just in traffic. He'd been getting funny looks everywhere he went these days, the grocery store, Ari's school, work. Big chunks of his day were spent flashing back to his time with Camille. Having a stranger waving a hand in front of your face to catch your attention was somewhat embarrassing. "That woman is going to be my downfall," he said to himself, a smile lifting the corner of his mouth. Shaking his head once more, he pulled into the parking garage of the building that housed his office. Taking his spot, he turned his car off but didn't get out.
Camille was a welcome distraction compared to the alternative...Stacy. His lips curled in disgust as he thought about her reappearance. Almost a week had passed before he'd sat Ari down and told her about it. He smiled as he remembered the serious look that had come over her face as she thought over what he'd said. She still hadn't made a decision yet and Matt didn't know whether that was good or bad. He didn't say it out loud but he really hoped that Ari would say no. Camille was the one to convince him to calm down and just see how it would all play out.
Without thinking, Matt started his car again. "Hey!" Matt heard as he put his car in reverse. He immediately looked back thinking that he'd probably almost hit a person walking behind him but saw nothing. When he turned back, Drew was standing next to his door.
"Yeah?" Matt answered as he hit the button to roll down his window.
"Where are you going? Work's that way," Drew said narrowing his eyes and hooking a thumb over his shoulder.
"To see Camille," he answered honestly.
"Ah," Drew said nodding. "She didn't stay over last night?"
Matt shook his head. "No, she's still on this 'Ari can't find out' thing."
Drew laughed at his friend's obvious dislike of the situation. "That might be a little more difficult now that Baby Girl has been there every night."
Matt shrugged. "Apparently not for Camille. Seems she can...resist, better than I can."
Drew studied Matt for a moment. "Damn you're whipped."
Matt gave Drew a look.
Drew smiled. "Well, see you later. Tell my boo I'll see her later."
Matt nodded then waited for Drew to walk away before he put his car in reverse again and left. In less than ten minutes, he was pulling up outside of the Annie J. Mitchell Research Lab at Bishop U. He found a spot next to Camille's car and even though he'd likely have a ticket when he got back, he parked there anyway.
Getting out of his car, he heard the sound of someone slamming a car door, he glanced over just in time to see a man mumbling to himself and walking toward the entrance of the building. Matt's brow furrowed, but he dismissed the man and got out of his car, following him into the building. A smile crossed his face as he thought about how surprised she'd be to see him so soon. They were meeting for lunch but he wanted to see her before that. He stepped into the lobby in time to see the man from the parking lot yelling at the student worker who was serving as the receptionist.
"Is she here or not," he yelled at the poor student worker.
"Sir, please, lower your voice," she said weakly.
"Where is that bitch!" He screamed.
The girl, Leona, who he'd met on his frequent visits to see Camille, jumped as the man's thunderous voice reverberated off of the walls of the lobby.
Matt paused on his journey. The man looked about ready to grab Leona and he probably would have if it had not been for the large desk between them. He and the man were the only other people in the lobby at the moment and he didn't want to leave the poor girl alone with some psycho. He pulled out his cell and dialed the number for the campus switchboard, in a low voice, he immediately asked for security to be sent to the building. Just as he hung up his phone, he saw the elevator doors open and Camille and Amy walk out. The two were laughing and took no notice of the irate man at the receptionist's desk.
"You bitch!" The man yelled and Matt looked over to him as he began to walk Camille and Amy's direction. The man moved quickly toward the two women and Matt saw Camille's smile fade. "What the fuck did you do? Why did he mention you?" The man yelled, still moving in Camille's direction. Matt watched for only a second before he began to move.
Camille's face bore an expression of confusion as she recognized the brother that she hadn't seen in person in almost ten years. Nathan. The initial shock only lasted a moment as she realized that he was very obviously angry and he was quickly getting closer to her. She let out a startled gasp as, from out of nowhere, a fist collided with Nate's face. It didn't take her long to identify the tall figure now standing between her and the stumbling Nate.
"What the fuck?!?!" Nate said as he hit the floor.
"Holy shit!" Amy exclaimed before she started to laugh.
"Che diavolo stai facendo? Sei matto? Stare lontano da lei, cazzo bastardo!" Camille heard Matt's raised voice. She didn't know what he was saying but it was angry, to say the least. There was tension in his body and his large hands were balled into tight fists.
Nate stumbled to his feet. "What the hell is he saying? Why the fuck did you hit me?" He asked grabbing his aching jaw.
"What's going on here?"
Camille turned to see two armed security guards rushing over to their small group. Everyone immediately started to explain.
"Well, Cam and me were coming out of thee elevator..." Amy said pointing at herself Camille and then the elevator.
"This jackass hit me, then started yelling at me in some fucking language..." Nate said pointing at Matt.
"He came in looking for Dr. Flynn and I told him he couldn't go up, but he..." Leona said pointing at Nate.
"He was yelling at this girl," Matt said pointing at Leona, "when I came in so I called you..."
"I have no idea what's going on. Nathan what are you doing here?" Camille asked, ignoring the fray going on around her.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," one of the guards said lifting his hand. It took a moment but eventually, everyone quieted. "What the hell are you people talking about? One at a time," he added as everyone opened their mouths to speak again. "You," he said pointing to Matt, "you said you called us?"
Matt nodded. "Yes. When I walked into the building I saw him," he said pointing at Nate, "he was yelling at her," he said pointing to Leona. "When Camille and Amy stepped off the elevator, he charged at them."
"Then you hit me!" Nate yelled. "You forgot that part."
"Hey," the other security guard cautioned Nate. "Is that true, Leona?"
Leona nodded. "Yes, this man," she said pointing to Nate, "came in yelling that he wanted to see 'that bitch Camille Flynn'," she said using air quotes, "sorry Dr. Flynn."
"Its okay, Leona. Go on," Camille encouraged.
Leona nodded. "I figured that since he was yelling and demanding that I call her down, she probably wouldn't want to see him so I told him I couldn't allow him to go up. He was still yelling when Dr. Flynn came down. He ran toward her and Mr. Roman intervened."
"Mr. Roman?" The first guard asked.
Leona nodded and Matt lifted his hand. "He's Dr. Flynn's boyfriend."
The guards looked to Camille who nodded.
"Are you for real?" Nathan asked as he started to laugh. "You, actually have a boyfriend," he said to Camille, his voice laden with condescension, his jaw still in his hand. "Man, I thought you'd be a dyke living with your girlfriend in a house full of animals making chubby love by now."
"You son of a bitch!" Matt yelled as he lunged toward Nate again. This time though, the guards quickly grabbed Matt before he reached Nate. "What kind of brother are you?" He asked struggling and almost succeeding to get free.
"You see," Nate said pointing at Matt as he backed away, "this bastard attacked me."
"You're her brother, she's his girlfriend, and you just called her a dyke, you shit wad. What the hell did you expect?" Amy said angrily.
"Okay, both of you leave before we call the cops," the second guard said and he left Matt to his partner and approached Nate.
"Hey, don't make him leave," Amy said pointing at Matt. "He's the asshole," she pointed at Nate.
"And who the hell are you?" Nate asked Amy.
Amy ignored him and went on. "Come on," she glanced at the first guards nametag, "Officer Dominic, Matt's cool, he comes here all the time."
"Yeah, please. I promise he won't cause or be a part of anymore disturbances," Camille said giving Matt a pointed look. Matt shrugged, giving her a bored look, but remained silent.
"Hey, I came here to talk to her—"
"Well you lost that opportunity when you called her a bitch," Matt said cutting him off.
"I wasn't talking to you," Nate said moving toward Matt.
"I was talking to you."
"Okay," Nickols, the other guard said, "Dr. Flynn do you want him gone?" At Camille's nod, the two officers began to move Nate toward the door.
"I'm not finished, bitch. This isn't over," he said as the door closed behind him.
Camille stared after him for a long while before turning to the other people in the lobby. "I'm sorry, Leona," she said to the student worker, who'd had the first and longest encounter with Nate.
Leona shook her head. "It's ok, Doc."
Camille turned to Amy and Matt. "Thanks guys."
"You ok, Cam?" Amy asked, placing a hand on her back and rubbing gently. Camille nodded but midway though she shook her head and gave Amy a shaky smile. Amy pulled her into a hug. "It's ok, babe," she said rubbing Camille's back. "Matt's going to take you back up to your office. I'll talk to you a little later, ok?"
Camille nodded as Amy released her. "Thanks, Amy," Camille said as Matt wrapped an arm around her waist and began walking her to the elevator. She rested her head on his chest and the two remained silent as they rode he elevator up to her floor. It wasn't until they were safely behind her closed office door that Matt spoke.
"So, that was your brother?" He asked sitting on the front of her desk.
Camille nodded as she leaned against the door. "That was Nathan," she said not meeting his eyes.
"He's a dick," Matt said.
Camille laughed, her head still down. "He is."
Matt smiled and pushed himself away from her desk. He walked up to her stopping less than a foot away. "What's wrong?" He asked bending his knees so that he could see her face.
She shrugged, turning her head. "Nothing."
Matt scoffed. "Nothing, my ass. I can tell something is wrong so just go ahead and tell me, that way we can just avoid me having to make you scream it out later," he said and waited for her to laugh, which she did.
"He can still make me feel bad," she said as she sobered. Her face burned with the embarrassment. Why did Nate hate her so?
Matt lifted his hands and placed them on her cheeks. He gently lifted her head so she was forced to meet his eyes. He lowered his mouth and gave her a deep, reassuring kiss that eased her embarrassment. "I'm sorry, baby. Don't worry about him, or what he said. He's an asshole."
Camille nodded. Matt pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her. "You hit him."
Matt laughed. "Yeah, and I would have done so again if those guards hadn't stopped me."
"You're sexy when you fight," she said into his chest. Her body shook with his as he gave a deep rumble of laughter.
Matt gave her a devilish smile. "You think so?"
Camille nodded. "I mean, I knew you were powerful, but to see you knock him down was...hot," she said giggling a little.
Matt's smile broadened. "Hmm, well, come here then," he said as he began tugging her hand.
Camille smiled also. "Okay, where are we going?" She asked, though their destination was limited because he was pulling her further into her office.
He moved closer to her again placing kisses over her face. "I'm going to make you forget about him," he said kissing her after every word, then finally placing a kiss on her lips with the last one. He reached behind her and locked the door.
Camille laughed softly. "And how are you going to do that?"
Matt turned again, pulling her back toward her desk. He plopped down in her chair. "Well, let's just say, it's a good thing you wore a skirt today," he said moving his hands up her bare legs before placing his hands on her hips and lifting her to sit on the desk in front of him.
"Oh," Camille said, finally catching on. "Well, yeah, that will definitely do it."
Matt smiled as he slipped his hands beneath her skirt, slowly moving along her thighs until he reached the top band of her panties. He felt Camille shiver and heard her breath catch as he began to pull the fabric away from her body. She placed her feet on the arms of the chair so that she could lift her bottom long enough for him to remove her panties. As he slipped them down and off, he chuckled.
"These are new," he said holding up the simple black bikini panties.
"Well, you've kinda ripped through my entire underwear drawer so I had to buy more," she said, her glazed eyes meeting his. "Something you said you'd do."
"Hmm, I'll get right on that," Matt replied before dropping the panties onto the desk and pulling her to the edge of it. He quickly buried his face between her thighs. Camille gave a sudden scream at the first contact of his tongue and her lower lips. His hands gripped her ass as he slipped his tongue further into her folds until he met her clit.
Camille gripped the desk for dear life as he worked, sucking her clit and lapping up her juices. She did her best to keep her voice down. The walls were thick but that didn't mean that someone passing by her door wouldn't hear her. It didn't take very long for ecstasy to engulf her.
As her body shook, Matt quickly unzipped his pants, rolled on the condom that he'd opened while he was working on her and pulled her down onto his lap causing her skirt to ride up to her waist. Matt buried his face in her breasts as she slowly slid down his hardened length. As she settled around him, the phone on her desk began to ring.
"Oh, avete avuto modo di essere scherzando," Matt said glaring at the phone.
"What?" Camille asked, her mind starting to clear.
"I said, 'you have got to be kidding'," he answered listlessly as he sat back in the chair. "Answer," he said waving a careless hand at the phone.
Camille leaned in and kissed him. "I'm sorry," she said then started climbing off of him. Matt however, chose to place restraining hands on her waist. She looked at him. "I need to answer the phone."
He shrugged. "You can answer from here," he said still holding her. "We're finishing when you get off the phone."
The suspiciously passive look on his face gave Camille pause, but she quickly dismissed it as her phone would soon go to voicemail if she didn't answer. "This is Dr. Flynn," she said in a surprisingly neutral voice.
Just as she heard Leona's voice on the other end of the phone, Matt lifted her slightly, then gently slammed her down onto his length again.
"Jesus Chris!" She yelled as he rotated his hips, causing her to feel his heat all over.
"Are you ok, Dr. Flynn?" Leona asked.
"Yes, yes, Leona, I'm fine," she said moving the phone away from her face as Matt rotated again. She met his twinkling eyes, giving him her best glare, only to be met with a shrug of his shoulder. "Sorry, Leona, there was just a...spider, in my chair, huge, huge, spider," she said, wrapping her free arm around Matt's shoulders. "Matt, kill that spider for me please."
Matt smiled broadly as he winked and lifted her again. She should have been upset, something in the back of her mind told her to get mad at him, but how could be mad at a man who was so very good at what he was doing. She even found herself beginning to move her own hips. Maybe it was the rush of the possibility that someone might figure out what she was doing, she didn't know but it felt so damn good that even as she spoke she continued to move. "What...can I do for you, Leona?"
"There is someone else here to see you, Dr. Flynn. It's a different person," she rushed to add. "He's kinda hot," she whispered into the phone. "He says it concerns a legal matter and he really needs to speak to you."
"Oh," Camille's brow furrowed, but quickly relaxed as Matt increased his pace. "Well, I...I guess you can send him up," she said as she felt the first signs of her orgasm.
Matt smiled again as he heard her voice falter. He pounded into her just a little harder and a little faster.
"Alright Dr. Flynn, he's on his way."
"Ok, thank you, Leona, bye," Camille said quickly just before slamming the phone down onto the cradle. "What the hell, Matt?" She asked as soon as she was off the phone. She tried to convey irritation, but it was lost as she began to kiss him deeply. Tasting her essence on his lips turned her on even more.