Rose
Caden’s right, damn him. I can’t resist him. I don’t want to resist him. He drives me crazy and I don’t like talking to him much because he challenges me. Makes me want to open up to him, yet he’s so closed off. I don’t like that. What is he hiding?
Whatever it is, his avoidance of all personal subjects isn’t stopping me from engaging in any and all sexual activities with him.
I can’t go wrong with that. The man is just as responsive to me as I am to him, and the flavor of him still lingers in my mouth. A delicious, tangy, slightly salty, all masculine taste that makes me want to get his cock into my mouth again.
Soon.
Which is crazy because I’m not one for blow jobs, especially with a man I don’t know very well. But I feel like with this situation, I need to take advantage whenever I can. That the opportunity to be with Caden could be as fleeting as the weather here in London. One day sunny, the next day rain.
One elusive encounter with Caden in a bathroom, then poof. He’s gone.
So I’ll take what I can get. Take what I want. And right now, what I want more than anything else is Caden … and I still don’t even know his last name.
“Get on the bed, Rose,” he says, his voice this deep, slightly rough command, and I love it. So much that I don’t say a word in reply. I merely do as I’m told, crawling onto the mattress on all fours, my ass in the air, right in front of him. “Yeah, stay just like that, on your hands and knees.”
Pervert. I knew he’d like that. Not that I really think he’s a pervert because if he is, then so am I. I’m the one who invited him back to my hotel room. I’m the one who sucked his cock into my mouth until he came all over my lips and chest. I have never, ever let a man do that to me before, but I let him. Practically a stranger, a man who drives me crazy, and not always in a good way.
What does that say about me? What is happening to me?
“Your ass is perfection,” he says just as he places his hand on my right butt cheek. I still myself against his gentle caress, melting at the way his fingers slide lovingly over the globe of my ass. “I can smell you, Rose. I know you want me.”
I remain silent. There’s no reason to protest or argue, because I do want him. I’m drenched with wanting him and in minutes, if not seconds, I will have him. He’ll drive that huge cock inside my body and take me with no shame. And I’ll let him. If I don’t watch it, I’ll probably be begging him.
And I’m sure he’d love that.
His fingers draw closer and closer to my pussy as he strokes my ass and I wait with held breath, dying for him to touch me there. Slide one of those long, talented fingers inside of me, testing me. The sudden image that pops in my brain, of Caden behind me on his knees, powering inside my welcoming body, his hips slapping against my ass with his every thrust, sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me.
“Your skin is so smooth,” he observes in that deep, mesmerizing voice that has me on edge. I close my eyes and focus on the way he’s touching me. More fingers come into play as they curve around my ass, closer to my pussy, and then he’s touching me there. Teasing my folds, tracing the top of them, a barely there caress that has me exhaling softly, lifting my hips the slightest bit to direct his fingers where I really want them.
Deeper.
“You like that?” he asks, sounding amused. Sounding aroused. He knows I like it, so I don’t bother answering. At least, I don’t answer with words.
A whimper escapes me when he slides his finger inside my body, holding it there before he slowly withdraws it. Then he adds another finger, pumping them inside my pussy just as I push against his hand. My head swims with incoherent thoughts. All I can focus on is his touch, his fingers, three of them now, deep inside. He drags them back and forth, sinking farther with every thrust, until I’m working against him, riding his hand.
Riding toward the orgasm that already hovers just out of my reach.
The afternoon sunlight shines bright in the room and I can hear an occasional honk coming from the street outside, the rush of the traffic, the rumbling roar of a city bus. Normal, everyday sounds that mean life carries on around us.
While a man works my body with his skilled fingers, a man I barely know. A man who’s making me feel everything more intensely than I’ve ever experienced it before.
The mattress moves when he shifts position and then his mouth is on my backside, kissing and licking my flesh, nibbling it. All while his fingers still move inside of me, his thumb stretching up to rub my clit, his other hand holding my hip. A moan moves through me when he blazes a trail across my skin, his mouth drawing closer and closer, until he’s right there … oh my God, right fucking there.
He licks me at the same time he removes his fingers from my pussy. I feel the loss keenly, a whimper escaping me, but then both of his hands are gripping my hips and he’s sliding beneath me, his tongue playing with my folds, his lips wrapping around my clit.
“Ride my face,” he instructs me and it sounds so dirty, God. But a fresh gush of wetness floods my pussy at his command and I do as he says, backing up against his face until I can feel the stubble on his chin tickling my sensitive flesh, his tongue spearing me, his fingers coming back into play as well.
It’s sensory overload. I open my eyes and turn to look at the large mirror above the dresser on the opposite wall. I can see myself and oh, I look a mess. My hair everywhere, my pale skin blotchy and red, my nipples hard as my breasts sway with my movements. I sit up a little, the better to see myself, and that’s when Caden’s head comes into view, his mussed hair between my legs, his big hand gripping my hip so hard his fingers dent my flesh.
“Oh.” The little sound falls from my lips, drawing his attention, and he stops what he’s doing so I have no choice but to look down at him. He’s smiling up at me, his lips wet, his chin wet too, and he looks so devious, like a wicked boy who’s just been caught doing something extra naughty, that I can’t help but smile at him in return.
“You’re watching me do this to you in the mirror, aren’t you?” he asks.
I nod and return my attention to the mirror, letting my gaze drift so I can take in his long body stretched out beyond me. His cock is full and thick—hard to believe I had that thing in my mouth only minutes ago, coming so much I’m downright thankful he didn’t want me to swallow—and his erection brushes against my ass. I reach behind me and touch him, my fingers sliding down his length, making him groan against my pussy, and the vibrations his deep voice makes against my skin is unbelievably delicious.
I keep my fingers wrapped around him and stroke him slowly just as he returns his attention to my clit. I watch in the mirror, the way I move my hips as I ride his face, the fumbling grasp I have on his thick cock, the way my breasts bounce when I toss my head back, my hair falling down my back and tickling my skin.
Again, it’s sensory overload. It smells like sex in the room. Sex mixed with the scent of my body lotion and the scent of Caden, spicy male and clean with just the faintest hint of sweat. I release my hold on his cock and rest my hand between my legs, gathering the wetness there, lightly touching the side of Caden’s face for a brief moment before I return my slicked fingers back to his cock and continue stroking.
“Holy shit,” he mutters against my pussy and I go still, my breath catching, my chest heaving just as his tongue flicks my clit, sending me right over that hanging edge. I release my hold on him and practically collapse on his face, leaning forward so both of my hands are resting on the mattress.
My entire body shudders as I rock against his face, his fingers, his tongue. He encourages me with filthy words, things I’ve never had a man say to me while having sex. Urging me on to fuck his face, come on his lips, all sorts of wicked things that seem to somehow string my orgasm even further along, until I feel like I’m coming completely undone.
I finally collapse, rolling over so I don’t fall upon him, lying there on the mattress as I stare up at the ceiling, my chest heaving, my heart beating so hard I swear it’s going to break through bone and flesh and fly right out of me. Closing my eyes, I rest my forearm across them, wiping at the sweat that trickles on my forehead.
The mattress shifts again; I can feel Caden hovering above me, but I don’t drop my arm. Not yet. I need the protection, the block to keep me separated from him for just a few moments longer. He touches me, drifting his fingers across my breasts, down my belly and back up, circling first one nipple, then the other. A shiver steals through me and I try to roll away from him, but he stops me with a firm hand on my hip.
“Watching you come is the single most fascinating thing I think I’ve ever witnessed,” he murmurs, his gravelly, deep voice full of warm approval.
I slowly drop my arm from my face and meet his gaze, ready for the embarrassment, the shame to sweep over me and swallow me whole. I can’t believe we just did that. Can’t believe he just said those things to me, did those things to me, and how much I liked it.
But the embarrassment and the shame don’t come. He bends over me, his hair tumbling across his forehead and brushing mine when he kisses me, his lips full and soft and so incredibly sweet. I say nothing. It’s as if all cognitive thought has flown from my brain and my vocabulary is down to nothing. And when he lifts away from me, his brows are furrowed, there’s a little line between them, and his beautiful mouth is turned down.
“Are you alive?” He waves his hand in front of my face and then holds it in front of my mouth. “You’re breathing. I can feel it. Maybe I just put you into shock with that earth-shattering orgasm?”
God. Not only is he gorgeous and sexy and amazingly talented with his mouth and fingers, he’s also funny. I try my best to withhold the smile that wants to break free, but it’s no use. The minute he sees it, he grins in return and his hands go to my sides, tickling me.
My weakness. I try to roll away from him again but he’s not having it. He attacks my belly and my sides with his wriggling fingers, his big body moving to sprawl across me as he puts his face against my neck.
I’m laughing so much it’s hard to breathe. It doesn’t help that I hadn’t caught my breath from that “earth-shattering” orgasm Caden just gave me, either.
“Rose.” His mouth moves against my neck and I go still. So do his hands. “You all right?”
I circle my arms around his neck and drape them across his shoulders. He moves against me, his hands sliding along my sides, and I spread my legs, allowing him to nestle his hips between them. He lifts up, bracing his hands on either side of my head, his scrutinizing gaze meeting mine, and I don’t look away.
It’s as if I can’t look away. I’m ensnared. Caught. My breath stills in my chest when he slowly, very methodically, thrusts his hips against mine, his cock brushing against my belly. “I haven’t even been inside you yet,” he murmurs, his gaze filled with this strange but thrilling wonder that matches my own twisted emotions.
Plunging my hands into the thick softness of his hair, I pull him down so his mouth is just above mine. “I don’t know if I can stand it, what with that earth-shattering orgasm you just gave me.”
He smiles, I can feel it form against my lips, and the pure, unadulterated joy rising deep within me threatens to send me flying. “Just wait until the next one. I might need to perform CPR to revive you.”
“Ew.” I grimace and giggle, and I never giggle. But he doesn’t seem to mind. He kisses the tip of my nose, my cheek, my chin, and then my lips.
And it is the best kiss ever. His mouth is pliant, his tongue slick and tangling with mine. I tighten my grip in his hair and he thrusts his cock against my belly again, making me moan. Making me want him inside me. He swallows the sound and pulls away, lifting up on his knees so he can grip the base of his cock and tease me with it, brushing the head against my clit, back and forth, bathing himself in the wetness that’s gathered there.
“It would be so easy to sink deep inside you. You’re so damn wet,” he murmurs, his gaze locked on the spot where our bodies touch. His words make me tingle all over, I swear. “I need to grab a condom or I’m gonna blow all over your pretty pussy.”
He talks like that and I should tell him to stop but I can’t. I love it too much. He’s so dirty and so incredibly comfortable with it. “You brought condoms?”
“I have a couple in my wallet.” He doesn’t look up from his task, his eyes still fixed on where he’s teasing me with his cock.
Now all I can think about is the many other women he must have had sex with. How many of them did he talk dirty to? How many earth-shattering orgasms has he given? Not that I really want to know. I’m sure Whitney has had more than her share.
Just the thought of him being with her, touching her … moving inside of her … fills me with an ugly, unfamiliar emotion.
Jealousy.
“Go get them, then,” I demand, earning a strange look from him before he crawls off the bed and goes to where he left his jeans on the floor, pulling out and digging through his wallet until he’s got two condoms clutched in his hand.
“We might need more,” he says as he stands over the bed, watching me. I let my gaze wander, taking inventory of every delicious inch of him.
“More?” I arch a brow, playing it cool, a little frightened at the thought of going at it with this intense man all night long. “I didn’t ask you to stay the night.”
“You didn’t ask me to do much of anything. You just got down on your knees and started playing with my dick pretty much the minute we walked through the door.” He arches a brow right back, resting his hands on his hips and managing to look indignant despite standing before me naked.
Well. He definitely doesn’t back down from a fight. In fact, when it comes to this man, I’m sure I’m in way over my head.
“You’re so crude,” I tell him, immediately feeling silly for saying it.
His eyes darken and he deposits the condoms on the bedside table. “I thought you liked it.”
I look away from him, wrapping my arms around myself, covering my breasts. “Maybe I don’t.” More like maybe I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t have fallen to my knees like that. Shouldn’t have given in so easily. He probably thinks I’m a total slut. Every one of our encounters was trashy. Naked in a pool. Fingering me in a bathroom. Fucking around in a hotel room.
What in the world am I doing? And what must Caden think of me?
“Hey.” His voice is soft, like his touch when he gently places his fingers on my chin and turns my head so I have no choice but to look up at him. “If you want me to go, I’ll go.”
I study him, see the earnest look in his eyes, the concern there, too. That glimpse of humanity reassures me and I slowly shake my head. “I don’t want you to go,” I admit in a voice so soft I can barely hear it.
He caresses the side of my face and my eyelids waver. I love how sweetly he touches me. It’s a contradiction to his baser side, a contradiction I am desperately drawn to, despite my misgivings. “What do you want me to do?”
“Can we maybe just … lie together for a while? I need to, I don’t know, gather myself.”
His hand drops away from my face and I climb off the bed, bending over to pull the comforter and sheets back. Caden steps in close, his body heat warming me, his hand going to my butt so he can stroke me there. “You all right?”
I glance back at him. That’s the second time he’s asked me that and I can’t help but appreciate it. “I’m okay,” I tell him as I climb into bed.
Caden joins me, pulling me into his arms, and I don’t protest. I don’t usually like to cuddle but it feels nice, lying here in his arms, my arm slung over his flat stomach, my head pressed against his chest. I can hear the beating of his heart, feel it thump-thump-thumping against my ear, and I close my eyes. Lose myself to the sound of his breathing, the gentle rocking of his chest, the beat of his heart. He strokes my arm, up and down, his fingers as light as a butterfly’s wings, and I shiver. Move my head so my mouth is pressed against his chest and I kiss him there. Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Until I’m climbing on top of him without thought, straddling his hips, my legs draped over his thighs and my still aching sex pressed up against his cock. His big hands settle on my ass and he’s rubbing me there, holding me close. I prop my hands on his firm chest and our gazes clash, his full of longing and confusion.
“I thought you said …” he starts but I rest my fingers on his mouth, stopping him.
“No thinking allowed,” I murmur, removing my hand from his lips to reach toward the bedside table and grab one of the condoms. I don’t look away as I tear open the wrapper and remove the condom from within. I still don’t look away as he reaches for me, his hand going for my breast, his fingers stroking my nipple.
Lifting up, I smooth the condom on his cock, his hand still working my nipple, my hand working his erection. I slide against him, not allowing him to enter me yet, enjoying the anticipation for just a little bit longer.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispers, his hands going from my hips to my ass and back to my hips again. “Playing with my cock?”
Ah, there are those dirty words again. They’re like an aphrodisiac. Everything within me goes molten and I lean forward, working my hips against his cock as I press my mouth to his.
The kiss is decadent. Probably bordering on obscene. Nothing but open mouths and tongue and long, tortured moans. His hand drops from my ass to grip the base of his cock and then he’s entering me. Just the head at first, the perfect tease to make me tense up, hold my breath, and wait for more.
“Relax,” he urges, his fingers drifting up along my spine, higher, almost to my shoulders before they fall back down. He is so attuned to my body already, knowing just how to work it, how to make me respond. I feel myself loosen up at his touch, at his words, and I close my eyes when he lifts his hips, sending his cock a fraction deeper. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a man inside my body. That might be why I’m so tight. Or maybe I’m just naturally tight. I don’t know. I’m not like Lily with her endless revolving door of men, though who really knows exactly how many of them she’s had sex with.
Me? The number is embarrassingly small. Like I-can-count-them-all-on-one-hand small. I was always just so serious, so determined. Determined to get through high school, through college, through life. I didn’t let a thing like boys get in the way.
Caden has gone still beneath me, his hands locked on my hips, his head pressing deep into the pillow. His jaw is strained, as is his neck, and I realize he’s doing everything he can to take this slow, for my sake. Again, he’s paying attention to me and my heart melts.
Lifting up, I send him deeper, earning a groan from him for my efforts. I grind my hips, flex them back and forth, testing his fullness, the way he stretches me so deliciously it almost hurts. It’s a sweet sting, though, one that fills my blood as I begin to move, as he helps me along by lifting me, his gaze zeroed in on the spot where he can watch his cock slide in and out of my body.
I close my eyes, little white sparks lighting off behind my lids at the way he’s working me on his cock, lifting me as if I weigh nothing. I lean my head back, lost in the sensation, the rhythm of our bodies working together, his fingers finding my clit and stroking the little bundle of nerves, sending more of those hot sparks through my veins, across my skin. I feel like I’m chasing after my orgasm as I begin to move faster, riding him harder, sending him deeper.
He grabs hold of me and rolls over as if he can’t stand it any longer. I’m pinned to the mattress, imprisoned by his body as he powers his cock inside of me, again and again, and I can do nothing but take it. Enjoy it. Lying there helpless, I wrap my legs around his hips, anchoring myself to him as he reaches between us and strokes me, the creamy sound of my pussy making us both moan.
“I couldn’t wait.” He presses his face to my cheek, his mouth at my ear as he begins to fuck me hard. “I had to get you beneath me so I could fuck you properly.”
Caden can fuck me any way he wants as long as I’m coming. And it’s close. So close. I arch against him, closing my eyes, everything within me going perfectly still, perfectly quiet, as I reach and reach and finally claim my prize.
The orgasm steals over me, robbing me of my breath, of my thoughts, of everything and anything until he’s the only thing I can focus on. I open my eyes to find him watching me, his gaze hungry as he leans in and kisses me, his mouth opening on a groan as his own orgasm takes over his body, leaving him a shuddering, gasping mass of flesh before he collapses on top of me, pressing me even deeper into the mattress.
I hold him close, clinging to him, our sweaty bodies sticking to each other. I’m thrilled at what we just shared. And horrified.
Definitely horrified.