Chapter 9

Cain

“What is this place?” Margot asked, as we walked into the entrance area of my luxury apartment in the Loop. She looked around, admired the view out of the ceiling-to-floor windows. The place was outfitted with furnishings I hadn’t chosen, apart from the kitchen, which was a total wreck. “Cain?”

“My apartment,” I said. “I made a fuck-up in the kitchen, so I’m getting it redone. Staying in a hotel until they’re finished.”

Margot halted behind the teal sofa that faced a flat-screen TV. I’d never used it. I was hardly ever here now. Before, it’d been the same, in truth. I was a traveler.

“What did you do in the kitchen?”

“You don’t want to know.” It wasn’t anything particularly weird. I’d tried making a stew in a pressure cooker and blown up half the kitchen. Was I about to admit that? Fuck no. She didn’t need to know I enjoyed the occasional cook-off.

“It doesn’t look like you,” Margot said, softly.

“Nothing looks like me.” I shut the door and locked it, then walked over to her.

She leaned her arm against mine, and the gesture was enough to send all the blood from my head directly to my cock all over again. Margot wasn’t a habit or an addiction. She was a gut reaction.

“I mean, it doesn’t look like a place you’d stay. It’s—where are your pictures? Where are your books or things? I—there’s nothing. It looks like a Pottery Barn catalog.”

“I would be offended, but I don’t give a fuck about interior decoration. You’re right, though. I don’t stay here often. And when I do, I tend to have little accidents like the one in the kitchen.”

“Why don’t you stay here often?”

I looped my arm around her shoulders, kissed her on the temple. “Do you really want to talk about that now?”

“Yes.”

“Because I don’t stay anywhere for long.” I turned her in my arms, then got down on my knees in front of her and worked her dress up her thighs.

“Wha—?”

“Quiet.”

Her thighs were pale, thick, and they dipped inward at that precious triangle—the perfect inner thigh gap. I slipped two fingers into that gap, then turned them and ran them against her soft flesh.

No underwear. Christ, I could’ve fucked her on that rooftop, with the view of forever in front of us.

But that wasn’t right. She deserved this. She deserved to see the inside of an apartment no woman had seen before.

“Cain,” she whispered.

“Tell me you want it, Margot. Tell me how bad you want me to taste you.”

“I do—” There was hesitation, though.

I removed my fingers before they slid into her, before they parted her wet, swollen lips and found fucking paradise between her thighs. “But?” I looked up at her, waiting.

“I’ve—I’m sorry. I’ve—this is stupid. I’m fucking thirty years old.” She squared her shoulders and forced her mouth open—adorable, as usual. “I’ve never had an orgasm with a man, so I don’t want to, uh, disappoint you when it doesn’t happen.”

My cock thickened, pressed against my jeans so that it was fucking excruciating.

Never had an orgasm with a man.

Fuck.

She was mine.

I couldn’t have her virginity, but I could have this piece of her and keep it as my own. And I could give her something she’d never experienced.

“If you don’t want to because of that, I’ll understand,” she said, and nodded once.

I responded by turning her body, pushing her ass against the sofa and parting her legs wide, displaying the pink lips between them. She was so swollen, not even pink, no, but red, desperate for me. Dripping.

“Are you done?” I asked, then I buried my face in her pussy. I sucked one lip and then the other, tasting her—another new addiction. Clean, a little salty, perfection. She was the unique flavor I’d been made to taste.

“Oh g-god.” Margot’s palm hit the sofa, and the other tugged on a handful of my hair. “Oh my god, Cain.”

I kissed her clit next, pumped my tongue against that nub, then circled it, pumped and circled. Her breaths became moans. I inserted a finger inside her tight hole, and she sucked it right in.

“So fucking warm,” I whispered. “Your pussy is a furnace, Margot. You’re going to make me crazy. I’ll fuck you right here on this sofa.”

“Please,” she whimpered. “I want it.”

“Not until you come,” I said, against her clit. I pumped and circled again, increasing the pace. I slipped another finger inside her and rammed them home, hooked my fingers and found her G-spot, worked that too.

All of it, in unison. Her clit. Her G-spot.

I made her body hum.

She jerked her hips in time with my rhythm, and I kept her on the back of that sofa with my hand on her thigh, pinning her.

“Oh fuck,” she said. “Oh fuck. Oh my holy—I’m going to—this is—” Her mouth dropped open and the words cut out completely. She choked on them. She choked on her orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her back arched. She vibrated on the spot.

“That’s right, Margot. Come for me. Only for me.”

A wordless keen escaped her, and her pussy walls closed around my fingers. I kept pace with her orgasm, slowing on the clit, but still working my fingers, filling her with them, giving her something to clench around, to work, for her trouble.

She rammed through her climax. Shattered in my palm and against my lips.

Finally, Margot slumped against the sofa. She slid from it, down, into my lap on the floor, hooked her arms around my neck and stared at me hazy-eyed, layers of honey hair free of the updo now. Her wetness pressed against the front of my pants, against my cock. “How did you do that?”

“I know your body like I know mine,” I said.

“Why?”

“Because you are mine.” I shifted my grip and weight, then pushed off from the ground.

She gave a little shriek of surprise, then laughed at herself, tucked her legs around my waist and clung to me like my girl. My girl.

I carried her through the living room and to the bedroom. I dumped her onto the bed, admired her, lying there beneath me, totally exposed.

This was everything I’d wanted for fucking years.

“What?” Margot asked, and scooched up onto her elbows. “Cain?”

“You’re everything.” I unbuttoned my shirt.

Her eyelids fluttered. She watched every movement I made, biting the corner of her lip.

I stripped the shirt off and gave her a view of my abs, of the tattoos that took up most of my chest. I undid the button on my pants next, unzipped them. “Are you ready?” I asked.

“Yes. I want you,” she said, without hesitation.

I ripped my pants down, kicked off my shoes, and bared myself completely, observing her reactions to me.

Her gaze drifted to my cock, and her jaw dropped.

I pictured fucking her mouth until she gagged, but shook the idea away. No, not tonight. Not the first time. This would be what she’d fantasized about. I ran a finger down my cock, tapped the base. “It’s all for you. Think it’ll fit?”

She gulped.

“Let’s find out. Dress off, Margot.”

She struggled up and kneeled. Tugged the dress up and over her head, exposing smooth flesh, perky, small tits, the curve from her tiny waist down to those wide hips. She cupped her breasts and massaged, fixated on me, first my face, then my cock.

“Lie back,” I said. “Open your legs for me, baby.”

She flopped back, straightened out, and kicked her legs open, placed her hands behind her head.

I laughed at the pose. Christ, she was delightful.

What a woman.

I climbed onto the bed, peppered kisses up her calves, knees, thighs, past the wet center that would be my heaven. I sucked the skin on her hip and nibbled on it, left a mark that was mine. Cain’s mark on Margot.

There for a week at least.

And after that?

I’d have to leave another one.

She tasted like fucking magic. Like every mouthful of the best food or drink on the planet. I scooped my fingers upward and pinched one of her nipples, then the other, hard enough that she’d feel it and love it.

“I want you,” she whispered.

“I know you do, Margot.”

“How long have you known?”

I moved up to her breasts, forced them together on her chest and fondled them, enjoyed their size. Not too little, not too much. Probably considered small, conventionally, but so fucking right for me.

I sucked both her nipples into my mouth and more. She was so supple. Malleable beneath my fingers. She groaned and tugged on my earlobe. “Cain!”

“Patience.”

“No!”

“You want it now?” I asked. Good thing she’d come already. This was the culmination of years of waiting for her. The minute I got inside this woman, I’d probably blow my fucking load. “You want it now, you’d better have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill,” she whispered.

“Uh-huh?” I licked a circled around her nipples, working her tits beneath greedy fingers. “And?”

“I’ve been tested. I—” I interrupted her by nibbling and biting. “Fuck! Just fuck me! Stop teasing me. You’ve been teasing me for years. I can’t take it anymore. I need you, baby. I need you so bad I’m going to explode. I can’t take it anymore.” The words rushed out of her, clipped and breathy.

“I have a condom,” I said.

“I want you bare,” she groaned. “I want your cum inside me.”

Fuck. Holy fuck.

I’d never been with a woman without a condom before. I’d never risked it and had sworn I never would. Either way, it was a recipe for disaster, for saddling someone with a responsibility they didn’t need.

“Please,” she whispered, practically quivering. “You gave me my first orgasm. Be the first man I’ve ever fucked without one. Please.”

She’d never done it without either.

“You know this is going to change you. Every moment I’m inside you will be like the first breath you’ve ever taken. Like the first dream you’ve ever had. I’m going to make you into a new person, Margot. Remember you asked for this when it happens.”

“I want it.”

I released her breasts and positioned myself above her, reached between us and placed the head of my dripping dick at her entrance. “It’s going to be quick,” I said, and ran my dick up her lips to her clit. I massaged it, slapped it lightly, then pressed my cock back to that hole.

“It won’t take long,” she whispered.

I bent and kissed her. “Don’t look away. Watch me.”

Margot nodded.

This feels like the first time. Ever.

I entered her in one swift stroke, pierced her and myself all in one. The room whited out. Margot remained. She cried out, wrapped her legs around me, slapped her hands onto my back.

“Fuck! Oh my god. Oh my god, you’re so fucking big.”

Her pussy closed around me, tightened up so it was impossible for me to move without blowing my load inside her.

I focused. Don’t fuck it up. Quick, but not two fucking seconds.

This was beyond anything I’d felt before.

I pumped into her once.

She scratched my back.

A second time and she bit down on my bicep, suckled on the flesh and whined like an animal. A third time and my balls tingled. Fuck, I was already too close. My body scraping against hers, hard against her softness, her breasts, the planes of her thighs and stomach.

Connecting on every level.

“Margot,” I growled.

“I’m coming.” She dragged me down and dug her teeth into the muscle on my shoulder, arched her back upward to meet me. She pulsed around me, her pussy sucking, teasing me past my brink.

I couldn’t hold on another second.

So I didn’t.

I exploded inside her, pulsing, pressing my cum deeper and deeper, as deep as it could go. “Fuuuuuck,” I groaned. The sensations settled into my skin, and I fucking rode through them, tugging on her hair, kissing her lips, gripping her hip and squeezing the flesh there, taking her. Staking my claim on her soul.

Finally, the pulsing subsided.

I pressed my forehead to hers and stared into her eyes. “Stay,” I said, before she could iterate anything. “Sleep here tonight.”

“I shouldn’t,” she whispered.

I kissed her so deep and hard, she lost her breath.

“But you will.”