Cannon

 

 

I woke up with a face full of hair and a massive erection. The hell?

Combing back the honey-colored tresses with my fingers, I blinked open one eye and saw that I was still in bed with Paige. I’d fallen asleep listening to her deep, steady breaths, enjoying the closeness long after I should have moved to my own room. It usually took me forever to unwind enough to fall asleep after a shift, but lying there in the darkness and listening to her breathe, I was able to break through the day’s tension and just relax.

But what had started innocently, with me on top of the blankets, somehow had ended with me stripped down to my boxer briefs and under the covers with Paige. I had no idea what time it was, only that it was barely daylight. The T-shirt she’d slept in had ridden up to expose her pink cotton panties printed all over with little donuts, complete with colorful sprinkles.

A wry smile tugged at my mouth. She was sexy without even trying. Most women weren’t sexy first thing in the morning, but there was no black makeup smeared under her eyes, no death-breath emanating from her in an unpleasant wave. There was nothing but soft, sweet female to worship and indulge in.

She stretched her long, toned legs under the blankets, letting out a squeak, then opened her eyes. “Morning, Cannon.”

“Hi, princess.”

“You stayed.” She smiled shyly.

I hadn’t meant to, honestly, but no way was I telling her that. I couldn’t stand to see that smile chased away just yet.

“Yeah, I fell asleep. Is that okay?” I rubbed one hand over my hair and smiled back at her.

“I didn’t take you for the cuddling type.”

“I can be.” I’d never been the type to sleep over or cuddle before in my life. But I didn’t want to think about that right now. “Come here.” I opened my arms, urging her closer, and Paige lifted the corner of the sheet to slide over.

Then she jerked back. “Shit.”

“What is it?” I followed her gaze down to my crotch. Christ! My cock was so hard and eager, standing so tall, that he was peeking at her from the top of my briefs.

Her shy smile fell away, and she bit her lip.

“Ignore it. Come here,” I said again, encouraging her.

She obeyed, cautiously scooting closer until her body was against mine.

“Is that just a normal biological thing, or are you turned on right now?” she asked, her voice hesitant.

“A little of both?”

I was turned on as fuck, but I didn’t want to scare her away or have her thinking I was going to stuff her full of all eight inches . . . unless she was damn sure that was what she wanted. And after last night, I had no idea if it was.

Uneasy laughter was followed by a pat to my chest. “Okay, Cannon.”

She snuggled closer, placing her head next to mine on the pillow, her body touching mine from shoulder to hip. I held her there, enjoying the feel of her warm softness. Perfection.

I wondered if she was thinking the same thing I was. This was the first time we’d been together since our failed attempt at sex.

“I’m actually a little hungry,” I admitted, gripping her hip and tugging her ass back until my dick was nestled right between those soft, plump cheeks.

She let out a strangled noise.

“For donuts,” I continued, enjoying this way too much.

“D-donuts?” she stuttered. I didn’t know if she was thinking about the fact that I usually ate healthy, or was remembering the panties she wore.

The hand I’d rested on her hip drifted lower, and I rubbed my thumb over the fabric of her panties. She looked down and awareness blossomed in her.

“Can I have a taste, princess?”

I wouldn’t do a damn thing without her consent. If she wanted this as badly as I did, she was going to have to tell me. I needed her words. Needed to know she was dying for this like I was. Only then would I cross the line we could never uncross.

“I . . . I haven’t showered.”

The meaning behind her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and for the briefest of moments, I got angry. I wasn’t sure what kind of men she’d been with before, or if they’d made her feel self-conscious about her scent or taste. But her sentiment was foreign to me. No man would ever stop his girl from blowing him because he thought his cock wasn’t worthy of her mouth. No, he’d shove it down her eager throat, taking pleasure in the way his musk marked her. If she wanted him dirty, then by God, she would have him.

Did Paige really have such deep hang-ups about her body . . . or was it because she was afraid of displeasing me specifically?

I took a deep breath through my nostrils, forcing myself to calm down. It didn’t really matter why she’d shied away. It was my duty to reassure her. To show her that she had no reason to be ashamed. Paige might be a few years older, but it had become obvious that I was the more experienced of us two.

“I don’t give a shit about that.” I turned her face toward mine and pressed a kiss to her lips. Her eyes were drunk with lust. I moved down the bed, tugging the sheet with me, until I was eye level with those playful panties.

I pressed my nose against the juncture between her thighs and inhaled sharply. Her scent made my mouth water and my cock throb. “Fuck, you smell good, princess.”

She let out a soft groan. Her hips twitched up, reflexively seeking more.

Deciding I needed a lot more than just her moans, I sat up and placed one hand on the column of her throat, stroking the hollow there and meeting her wide gaze. I needed to know what she was thinking. “When I fuck you with my tongue, there will be no holding back from either of us.”

Her pupils were dilated and her lips parted. She looked beautiful like this, vulnerable and very much turned on, and I hadn’t even done anything yet other than accidentally flash her the tip of my cock.

“I want you to tell me everything you’re thinking, everything you’re feeling. Do you understand?”

She gave me a quick nod.

I shook my head. “Use your words, beautiful.”

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good girl.”

I lowered my head again and placed my mouth over her panties in a firm kiss. Tasting those donuts, just like I’d promised.

“Jesus, Cannon.” She squirmed.

Planting my hands firmly on her hips, I held her in place. “You’re not going anywhere, not until I get my fill.”

She raised herself on one elbow, her eyes wide, almost frightened.

I mouthed over her panties, letting her feel the heat of my breath, but nothing more. It wasn’t what she needed, and she let me know by whining in frustration.

“Lift up,” I murmured.

She raised her hips. I slowly slid her panties down over her hips, her thighs, letting my fingertips trail over the curve of her calves as I went. When my eyes met tender pink flesh, I sucked in a breath.

“You have a beautiful vagina.” I parted her with my thumb, stroking softly. Her lips were already plump and flushed, glistening wet with arousal. My mouth watered with desire. I was so hungry to taste her—but I had to be patient. I had to make her tell me what she wanted.

She pressed her palms over her eyes. “Oh my God, did you just say that?”

I brushed my lips against her center, leaving a chaste kiss—well, as chaste as a kiss there could be. In my line of work, I had seen a lot of women who were uncomfortable even saying the words for their own body parts. But they shouldn’t be. Especially not Paige.

“Yes, and I meant it. A perfectly plump little clit, cute pink labia, delicious scent.” I kissed her again, this time letting my tongue slide over her swollen bud.

She sucked in a sharp breath and squirmed at my attention.

“Tell me what you feel,” I said, barely pausing long enough to get the words out. Then I was right back to licking her.

“So good. Incredible,” she said on a moan.

“You like my tongue against your clit?” I offered, enjoying her discomfort at having to speak the words.

“Y-yes!” she shouted as I sucked the bundle of flesh between my lips.

I alternated my movements, discovering what she liked. Spurred on by her shouts and moans, I nibbled and licked and sucked until she was bucking against my face. I whispered dirty words against her silken flesh, left bite marks on her inner thighs, and pushed her further than I suspected she’d been pushed before.

“Tell me what you like,” I said.

“Your mouth . . . it feels so good. Right there.”

Using broad strokes, I flattened my tongue against her, moving in a dizzying rhythm as her cries of pleasure grew louder. And then she was coming apart, pushing her hands into my hair and riding my face. It was a beautiful moment that seemed to last and last; each time I thought she was through, another low moan of ecstasy pushed past her lips and her body gave another tremble. Several moments later, when I slid up beside her, Paige was still gasping for breath, covering her face with one hand.

“Don’t hide from me.” I took her hand and kissed the back of it before placing it on my cock.

“Cannon . . .” She moaned, curling her hand around me.

All the pent-up lust and attraction from the past week crashed through me at once. “I need you,” I hissed as she continued stroking me in long pulls.

“Yes.” She rose to her knees, reaching for the bedside drawer. With trembling fingers, she produced an unopened box of condoms.

“Those won’t fit, princess. I’ll be right back.” In ten seconds flat, I was back, sheathed in latex, and joined her on the bed. She’d stripped off her T-shirt, and for several moments, I just stared at her, took my fill of what I was sure was going to be a one-time lapse of judgment on her part. I still couldn’t believe she was going to let me fuck her.

I lay back on the pillows, urging Paige into my lap. I held the base of my dick with one hand and guided her closer with the other. And then it was happening—the tight clench of her muscles around me, a sigh of pleasure pushing past her lips, and blissfully, no one to interrupt us.

“That’s it, nice and slow.” I bit down, my jaw ticking as she slowly—painfully slowly—lowered herself onto my cock. She seemed determined to take me to the hilt.

Finally, with a low whimper, I bottomed out inside her. Fuck.

“Christ, Paige.” Her body fit me like a tight glove, and I was unprepared for how right and perfect she felt. Her hair fell around us in a silken curtain as I brought her mouth down to mine again.

She was so needy and responsive, matching my thrusts and creating a rhythm of her own. Watching her was like viewing my own private erotic show. Her head dropped back between her shoulders, thrusting her breasts out for my waiting hands.

When Paige had called me out—suggested we sleep together to prove her point—of course I’d been game. But I’d had no idea it would be like this. I thought it would be like placing a checkmark in a box, a shot at living out my teenage fantasy.

But with her warm, pliable body writhing above mine, pushing her hips down harder and faster, her fingers clutching my skin, her soft, broken voice pleading for more—it was so much more than that. It was as if her every response to me was magnified, and I was watching it through a lens. My heart beat heavy and loud, my blood pumping hot and fast. I never wanted this to stop. And it was going to end way too soon if I didn’t slow us down.

I remembered that she’d said it had been a while, and I wanted to make sure this was good for her. Placing my hands on her hips, I eased her pace. “Come here, beautiful.”

She climbed down with a pout, like a princess booted from her throne, but she lay down on the bed where I directed her.

“We’re just getting started,” I reassured her, pressing a kiss to her full mouth. For a moment I worried if kissing her was too much, too intimate. But right then, I didn’t care.

Paige closed her eyes and kissed me back, a sweet sigh on her lips.