Chapter 26
Elizabeth
If we didn't get naked within the next minute, I would combust. I didn't even give him the chance to close the hotel room door before I pounced.
"In a hurry?" he asked.
"If you hadn't spent the last ten minutes teasing the hell out of me in the elevator, I wouldn't be in such a rush to get your clothes off."
I unbuckled his belt and unsnapped the top button of his jeans.
"What if I want to take it nice and slow. What if I wanted to tease you even more?"
"You wouldn't dare." My gaze fell to the bulge between his legs, and I smiled. "Are you sure you want to take things slow?"
"Very sure," he said and began unbuttoning his shirt, "but we can still get naked."
I laughed. "You and me naked does not slow sex make."
"Try it."
My tongue flicked out over my lower lip. "Two can play games." I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him onto one of the chairs in the corner of the room.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe I want to do a little teasing of my own."
"I'm intrigued."
"You should be." I parted my legs and placed my hands on my hips. "Take your clothes off."
Caden raised an eyebrow but did as I asked without question. He toed off his shoes and socks, followed by his jeans and shirt.
His hard cock tented the tight, black fabric of his boxers and my hand ached to palm his length. But, no, not yet, if he wanted to draw things out, then that's what he'd get.
I'd make him sorry for teasing me so mercilessly in the first place.
I sat on the bed, kicked off my heels and stepped out of my dress. When I was in nothing but my red lingerie, I sauntered over to him.
"Nice," Caden said, his voice gruff. "You wore my favorite color again."
I reached up and caressed my breasts through the lacy material. My nipples beaded through the thin fabric. "Would you like to touch?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you would." I continued to caress myself and moved my hands to my stomach where I rested them on my pelvic bone. I didn't know what I enjoyed more, the look on his face as he watched me touch myself or teasing myself by teasing him.
"What about here?" I asked and ran my thumbs under the thread thin strings holding my panties together. "Would you like to touch me here?"
Caden cleared his throat. "I think I'd like you to touch you there." Was that a dare I heard in his voice?
"And why's that?"
"I want you to show me how you like to be touched."
I drew in a long shaky breath. Acting brave and being brave were two very different things. "You already know how I liked to be touched."
"Maybe I need you to show me."
"Another time," I said, showing the bravado I didn't feel. "I have something else in mind for tonight."
I went to him and placed my feet either side of his. Reaching around my back, I unhooked my bra and threw it to the floor. My breasts fell in thankful freedom, and a sigh of satisfaction puffed from my slightly parted lips.
Caden reached a hand out to caress me, but I slapped his hand away.
"I'll decide when you get to touch."
My breasts ached to be massaged and held by his strong hands. But this anticipation turned me on too much to stop and give into what we both wanted.
"Are you going to give me a lap dance?" Caden asked. His eyes looked ravenous. "It'll be my first one."
I leaned over and placed my hands on the back of the chair, and lowered my head until my lips brushed against his ear. "You're telling me on all the boys nights you've had, you've never gone to a strip club?"
"I didn't say I'd never been to a strip club. I said I'd never had a lap dance."
My nipples brushed against the downy hair covering his chest, and he jerked, but then he clenched his hands into fists. I could tell he was forcing himself not to move or react, even though the alpha beating inside of him wanted nothing more than to throw me on the bed and fuck me.
"Then I'll make sure this is something you'll never forget."
I ran my hands down his bare chest, loving the feel of his honed muscles beneath my fingers. I paused at his nipples to pinch each one, and when I reached the waistband of his boxers, I pulled it back and brushed my fingertips over the broad head of his hard cock.
A groan spilled from his mouth, and he moved his head until it was cradled between my breasts. I slid down his body until I was on my knees and traced my fingernails across his hard abs, down the front of his thighs and up again.
"Since when did you become such a tease?"
"Payback's a bitch."
"Do you have any other talents you'd like to share with me."
I toyed with the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down. "You'll have to wait and see."
In one swift movement, he pulled me up until our lips were in line.
"I don't think I want to wait."
His mouth devoured mine and our tongues danced and dueled for dominance. Neither of us surrendering, neither of us backing down both of us giving and taking.
He grabbed my wrists, and held them behind my back, maneuvering me until my calve muscles hit against the bed.
He released my wrists. "Sit."
I did as I was told and sat on the mattress. He knelt between my legs and placed my feet on top of his thighs.
"You want to play games?"
"That depends on what the game is." The tribal-like beat between my legs was almost unbearable, and it took all of my willpower not to beg him to fuck me.
He kissed his way up my legs, and when he met the apex of my thighs, he inhaled deeply, as if what he smelled was the sweetest of fragrances. He nudged the soaked panties aside, and the rough pads of his thumbs massaged my swollen folds. The sensations assaulting my body left me dizzy, and I didn't know if this was real, or if I was dreaming.
Just when I was ready to beg for release, his warm mouth clamped over my clit through the sheer fabric of my thong.
My lips parted, and a strangled sound came from me. The feel of the abrasive material brushing against my sensitive skin as he sucked led me to the edge, right on the precipice.
Don't stop, I chanted in my mind. Never stop . His fingers brushed against my inner thigh, and he moved the material covering my entrance out of his way. My hips flexed asking for more, and when his fingers circled my opening, I cried out.
"Please, Caden, please."
He pressed one finger and then another into me, and moved them in and out with a painful slowness while the tip of his tongue gently grazed my clit. The glide of his knowing fingers against my swollen pussy walls sent me to the stars and left me wanting to sob and scream simultaneously. I tried to stay still, tried to focus on his fingers, but my pelvis had other ideas and rocked against him, desperate for relief.
My inner walls clamped around him, holding his fingers inside, and when he wiggled his fingertips against my most sensitive spot, I sat upright and held his hand between my thighs.
"Caden. Oh, God, Caden," I chanted.
Every sensation in my body zeroed in on my clit until my body erupted. I shook, screamed, cried, and begged.
The feelings overwhelmed me, and I attempted to push him away, but Caden shook his head no and continued to pump his fingers and move his tongue.
And when I thought, I couldn't take anymore, my orgasm found momentum, and another round of shocks overtook me. While his fingers kept up the constant rhythm inside my pussy, his tongue flicked back and forth, like some kind of sexual metronome keeping a salacious beat.
I sobbed and rocked against him. Begging him to stop. Begging him to never stop.
Drained, I fell back onto the mattress, breathless but not sated. Shattered but not tired. I wanted more, more, more.
Caden owned me.
Completely owned me.
"God, you're something else when you come."
He eased his fingers from me but continued to tease my engorged clit by making small circles until the last aftershock rumbled through my body.
I couldn't speak, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Wasn't I the one supposed to be seducing him, teasing him, controlling him? How did he get the upper hand?
Caden traced feathery kisses up my stomach, and between my breasts until he reached my mouth.
We kissed with a feverish need and the desire in my belly coiled tighter, and the tingle between my thighs grew stronger. With him, I was insatiable.
"That...," I murmured against his lips, ."..that was beyond mind-blowing."
"I haven't even begun," he said, standing.
I gazed at his Adonis body in the soft light of the room. He was a masterpiece, and I wanted to trail my fingernails over every piece of him. I wanted to touch and taste every part of him—now until death do us part.
Anyway I could, I would take control back. Standing to face him, I rubbed myself against his erection.
"Lizzie," he whispered, "what have you done to me?"
With slightly trembling fingers, I reached down and curled my hand around his shaft. "I haven't done anything. Yet."
"What do you have in mind?" There was a strained edge to his voice and a pained look in his eyes.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"I would."
"Lay down, and I'll show you."
"When did you get so bossy?" he asked before laying on the king-sized bed.
"An irresistible Irish man showed me if I wanted something, I had to take it."
He gave a small chuckle. "Remind me to shake his hand."
I opened the nightstand drawer and took out the box of condoms I'd stashed there earlier.
"I like a girl who's prepared."
"Where you're concerned, I'm prepared for anything."
I placed the condoms on top of the nightstand and then crawled onto the bed where I knelt between his spread legs. The muscles in his body tensed in anticipation. It was time to tease him to the point of breaking. I leaned over and ran the tip of my tongue from root to tip.
"Jesus," he gasped.
Encouraged by his reaction, I sucked him as deep into my mouth as I could while my fingers tickled and teased his balls. His entire body tensed and tightened, and he drew in a hissed breath.
The saltiness of his skin mixed with the sweet taste of his pre-cum and invaded my senses. I swirled my tongue around him and scraped my teeth up and down.
"You're driving me crazy," he gritted out, propping himself up on his elbows.
I released his cock, and with a wicked smile, I moved my lips lower and drew one velvety sac after the other into my mouth and gently sucked.
Caden's body shuddered under my touch and goosebumps erupted over my skin at his reaction. Having power over a man like him was electrifying and empowering. I wanted to take all control away from him, wanted to make him let go, wanted him to lose it.
He tried to sit up fully, but I pushed him down. "Afraid to give up control, Mr. Gallagher?"
"Do as you wish, Mrs. Gallagher. I'm yours to use and abuse."
I wrapped my fingers around his cock and stroked up at down in a slow, steady pace. When I slid my thumb over the broad head, a small drop of pre-cum seeped from the slit. He shuddered at my touch but didn't try and stop me.
"I don't want to hear any complaints if my teasing gets too much for you."
He gave a frustrated groan. I moved my fingers faster. He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, but I would enjoy every moment of bringing him to the edge and back again.
Straddling his thighs, I brought his cock to my pussy lips, and rubbed myself up and down his length, using him as my toy.
I used the pearl of pre-cum on the tip of his cock to wet my still swollen clit and circled his head around and around the sensitive nub, flicking it back and forth, allowing the sweet tension to build and spiral inside me.
My gaze locked with Caden's. His dark eyes focused on every movement I made. God, I wanted to come again, but I would hold off as long as I could and allow my climax to build until the need was unbearable, plus I wanted him inside me when I orgasmed again.
I reached for the condom and tore the wrapper with my teeth. Gripping him tightly, I rolled the latex over his length.
"I think I like you like this," he said in a shaky breath.
"I think I like me like this too."
Facing away from him, I straddled his stomach and ran a hand down his shaft until I reached his drawn-up balls. I cupped them in my palms and tugged. He gripped my hips, his fingertips digging into my skin. The pain felt good.
Bolstering myself on his thighs, I rose up and centered myself over his cock. I glanced back. Caden's chest muscles were bunched, and the muscles in his arms corded.
Slowly, I slid deep, opening myself up to his width. My inner muscles clenched and squeezed his flexing shaft. God, we fit each other perfectly. As well as filling me physically, he filled me emotionally. No other man had ever done that. No other man ever would again.
Smack!
I gasped and moaned at the surprising sting and jolted forward.
"You like that, huh?" he asked massaging the place he'd just spanked.
I bit my lip. Did I? The erotic heat pulsing through my body told me I did. When I didn't answer, his hand came down on my ass again, and I pushed back, silently pleading for more.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Before I could process it, he smacked the other cheek. His hand came down, again and again, one cheek then the other, and heat shot from my ass straight to my pussy. The slaps came in an uneven rhythm, and I wasn't able to anticipate where and when he would spank me next.
My inner walls clenched his cock. I wanted and needed every bit of this man. I rode him fast and dug my nails into his thighs, not caring if I marked him. Tidal waves of pleasure crashed through me, battering my nerve endings. I wanted rough and hard, but Caden pressed his fingers into my hips and slowed the rhythm.
"Not yet."
I took slow, deep breaths and willed my body to relax. I didn't want our lovemaking to end, but I needed the release it promised.
"Lean forward," Caden instructed.
Despite me being the one supposed to be in charge, I did as he asked, and the pressure of his balls pressing against my clit felt delicious. His hands massaged and parted my ass cheeks.
He moved the pad of his thumb along my seam to the puckered rosette. Shocked and surprised at his forbidden caress, I let out a squeak. No one had ever touched me there, and I wasn't sure I was ready for something that intimate.
"Caden...I—"
"I'm not going to do anything other than touch and stroke," he said and tapped his finger against the entrance. "This is as much as I'll do until you're ready for more."
Pleasure rolled over me, and I gave myself over to the feeling of having such a private and intimate place touched. It was both exhilarating and terrifying.
"Sit up and touch yourself while I touch you."
Who was I trying to kid? Caden had been in control all along and had just played along, giving me what I'd wanted, but because of the dark and wicked sensations racing through my body, I decided I was more than okay with that.
When I sat up, the movement caused Caden's thumb to slide just inside the tight, puckered muscle, and I gasped at the fire pricking my skin.
"Oh, God." My nipples hardened to points and arousal gushed from my pussy. I didn't think I could possibly get any wetter, but I hadn't expected the waves of desire currently surging through me.
f"That's it, Sweetheart," he said in a soft, raspy voice, "let go. Touch yourself. Come on my cock."
I pushed back just a little allowing his thumb to go deeper, a zinging jolt of power shot through me. Slowly, he began to thumb-fuck my ass, and the familiar pull of my orgasm built in the depths of my belly.
I pinched and circled my clit and rode Caden recklessly. I was aware of his thumb inside my ass, aware of his cock inside my pussy, and, aware of skin slapping against skin. Every sense was enhanced, and I felt like I owned the world.
My orgasm crashed into me, claiming me, shattering me. I dug my nails into Caden's thighs, and I slammed onto him.
I squeezed my eyes closed and cried out as my climax erupted like an explosion, splintering me to pieces. My pussy muscles contracted and released, grasping, clutching, and clinging to him. I bucked against him, sobbing his name as my all-consuming orgasm possessed me.
Bit by bit, the frayed edges of reality came back into focus, and once again, I was aware of his thumb inside my ass and his throbbing cock inside my pussy.
Panting, I sagged forward, and Caden slid his thumb from me and wrapped his hands around my waist. As my movements slowed, his picked-up speed.
"Harder," I gasped.
His fingers tightened on my hips, and he thrust upward, pummeling me from below. I flexed my inner muscles and held him tight.
"Fuck," he growled. He thrust even harder than before, and I fell forward, grabbing his thighs for support. He held me in place and ruthlessly and thoroughly fucked me.
He roared his climax, and I felt every pulse of his shuddering release through the condom.
Breathlessly, I braced my sweat-slicked body against his legs loving the rippling aftershocks from his now semi-hard cock.
"I don't think I can move from this spot," I whispered.
He chuckled and rolled me off his body. "Stay right there," he said, stepping from the bed.
Sex with him was becoming more intimate, more intense. If we truly were married, what would sex be like after five years? After ten. What would it be like if he loved me the way I loved him?