Cayson

I’m still uneasy from our call last week. Kayla said she forgave me, but something still feels off with my princess. I want to hold her and know that what we have is going to survive this. I need to get home, to Kayla, and make sure everything is going to be okay. This is where being a mega superstar has its advantages. Everything I could ever want is at my disposal with just a few calls from the right people.

Two days later, I’m hopping on a private jet after a sold-out concert. I’ll get into Phoenix spend a day and a half with my princess and then meet up with the guys as they arrive in Texas. I thank the Lord every day for the blessings I’ve been given in my career.

It’s just after one in the morning when I touch down. The first call I make is to Mom. When you want to surprise your girl, it helps that your mother has a key to her home. Quietly, I let myself into Kayla’s house. The house is dark except for the light coming from the kitchen, which illuminates a small area just off the living room. My eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness as I head down the hallway. Kayla is asleep in her bed, with her laptop open beside her. Silently, I pull the laptop off the bed and close the lid, placing it on the dresser. I strip down to my boxer briefs and discreetly slide in beside her. I’m probably overstepping my bounds right now, but frankly, I don’t give two shits. This is what I need. Carefully, I rest my arm across her stomach as I nuzzle my nose into the side of her neck. “Princess, I’m here,” I whisper. A tidal wave of tranquility overcomes me, allowing me to relax for the first time in months.

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“Cayson.” A whisper in the night draws me from my sleep. When I open my eyes, Kayla’s beautiful face is looking back at me. “Why are you here?”

I have to kiss her, taste her before I can answer any of her questions. It’s been way too long since I’ve felt her lips on mine. When I sit up, her eyes immediately lower to my bare chest. There’s a hitch in her breathing that tells me she likes what she sees. I can’t wait any longer. My hands clasp the sides of her face moments before my lips take control and devour hers. There is no tenderness to my kiss; no, I need her to know the extent of my desire for her. Kayla’s lips part slightly, and it’s all I need to slide my tongue between them and find hers. Our tongues dance and twist together in a duel of dominance until one of us succumbs first and pulls away.

I’m the first to give in, but only because I have to get what I’m feeling off my chest. “I needed to see you, princess. I wanted to taste you. I had to know everything between us is alright. I fucked us up.” I point a finger back and forth between us as I say the words. “I need to make it right again, and I don’t feel like I’ve done that just yet.”

The bed dips as Kayla lifts herself off and walks to the bathroom. A sense of emptiness fills the room the minute the door closes and I can no longer see her. I drop my head in defeat, wondering how I’m ever going to convince her that I’m sorry.

My jeans are lying on the floor next to the dresser. I pick them up and slide one leg in and then the other. I’m about to lift the zipper when the bathroom door opens and Kayla stands in it wearing a robe. I stare at her face, trying to read the emotions that are flickering across it, but I’m coming up empty.

“This is me, Cayson,” Kayla says as she unties the knot and drops her robe to the floor, leaving her standing before me completely naked. “Take a good look at me, Cayson. Is this what you want? These tits will never know what it feels like to have your mouth suck on my non-existent nipples again. Do you see, Cayson? There is nothing left for your teeth to bite on. It’s ugly and disgusting to look at. I’m scarred forever, Cayson. These will never be the same again,” she says as her hands cup the underside of her new breasts.

Without hesitation, I walk toward her, my eyes never leaving hers until I’m standing before her. Gently, I reach up and place my hand over heart. Her breathing picks up, and I can feel her heart beating quickly. “I’m touching the only thing that matters to me, princess. Your heart. It’s not your tits that make me want you. It’s your heart.” I watch as she shakes her head back and forth and the pools of water build in her eyes. I can tell she has something she wants to say, so I quickly place my finger over her lips. “Shhh,” I whisper then take her hand in mine and lower it, placing it against my rock-hard erection. “Do you feel that, princess? That is what being with you does to me. It’s not your tits; it’s you, all of you that excites me and makes me hard.”

Kayla’s hand slides under my jeans and strokes my cock through my boxer briefs. “Those scars you refer to, princess, aren’t something to be ashamed of. They’re battle wounds that just support how strong and courageous you are.” I immediately drop to my knees in front of her and run my tongue over her clit, and then tease the tiny nub with my teeth. “My teeth are perfectly happy right here, princess.” I give her my devious smile when I look up at her, then flick her bundle of nerves again with my tongue, causing her to moan in excitement. “Scars will heal, princess, but my heart won’t, so please tell me you want us as much as I do.”

“I do, Cayson, I want us as much as you do.” Kayla’s words are music to my ears. Without hesitation, I sweep her into my arms and carry her back to her bed, where I lay us both down so we are facing one another. I don’t want to risk causing her any undue pain. My lips on are hers, kissing her feverishly as my hand runs the length of her body and then finally rests on her hip. My cock wants to feel the inside of her so bad that I’m already leaking pre-cum.

“I want you, princess. I want to be inside you, but I don’t know if that’s okay. You’re going to have to tell me what’s okay and what’s not.”

Kayla lowers her mouth to my ear. “I want you, Cayson. I want that rock-hard cock of yours filling me. I want to hear you call my name as you empty yourself inside me. Is that what you want to hear me say?”

Holy shit! I almost explode when Kayla whispers her words into my ear. She wants exactly what I want. When I stand before her to remove my jeans and underwear, her eyes lower and follow my hands. As my cock springs free, her eyes grow wide with excitement. I watch as her own hand caresses the insides of her thigh and up to her abdomen then back down to land on her core. Her fingers dip inside briefly before she removes them, teasing me with how wet she is. When she holds them up to show me, my lips quickly close around them, sucking off her essence. “Delicious.” That’s the only word I can use to describe just how tasty she is. So tasty that I can’t take it any longer and have to bury my face between her legs. I work her clit with my tongue and teeth until she’s screaming my name as she comes for me.

I’m not done with her yet. I ache to be inside her. My hand wraps around the base of my shaft, as I watch Kayla spread her legs wider for me, granting me access to what I most desire. Slowly, I feed my cock into her warmth little by little. When I’m finally completely buried within her, I roll my hips, gently pressing into her and retreating. This has to be slow and gentle no matter how badly I just want to pound into her. My arms rest on each side of her body to keep my weight from crashing down on her still healing chest. My eyes are locked on hers, never leaving. I want to see into her soul when we both come. I want to make love to her slowly and watch as she falls apart.