Beautiful Mistake(42)

Caine used his grip on my elbow to pull me against his chest. We were eye to eye.

My voice shook when I spoke. “I didn’t sleep with Davis to get back at you.”

“Then why did you fuck him, Rachel?”

This was a moment of truth. Keeping my eyes on his, I swallowed my pride and whispered, “I didn’t sleep with him. I just said that to piss you off.”

His eyes darkened to almost black. We stared at each other for a long time, letting everything sink in, and then his grip on me released. At first, I thought he was rejecting me again. Then I saw his hand at his belt buckle.

“Turn around. Bend over, and put your hands against the wall.”

I looked at him in question, too at a loss for words to make a sound.

He lifted his chin toward the wall a few feet behind me. “The wall.” His buckle unfastened, he tugged his belt, and it made a sharp whooshing sound as he pulled it through all of the loops in one smooth motion. “Hold on tight.”

It felt like I was having an out-of-body experience as I turned and walked to the wall. I could see myself bending and splaying my fingers wide as if I were floating somewhere above, watching it all unfold in slow motion. I felt the warmth of Caine’s body behind me before he spoke.

“This little dress…” The fabric barely covered my ass in this position, but he lifted the skirt until it was up over my bent waist, exposing my entire ass. “You wanted to taunt me with this little fucking dress, didn’t you?”

I didn’t think he actually expected an answer—wasn’t sure I was capable of one either. But I was wrong.

“Didn’t you? Say it. Tell me you wanted to taunt me.”

I nodded. “Yes. I wore it for you.”

His hand connected with my ass with a loud smack. He’d slapped me. Hard.

“That’s for being evil when I was trying to be so good.”

Oh, God. I felt a surge of wetness between my legs and gasped. He leaned over, covering my body with his, and pushed my hair to one side to kiss the back of my neck. I could feel his arousal at my ass, even through the jeans he still wore. His hot breath sent a shiver through my body.

“You liked that, didn’t you? I’ll remember that.”

Then suddenly he straightened, and cool air hit my body. His fingers slipped under my G-string, and he dragged it down my legs until he was kneeling with the material at my feet. “Spread wider.”

He dipped down and came up with his mouth directly between my legs. I whimpered and hoped my knees didn’t give way as he buried his entire face in my pussy. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate and rough. He sucked hard on my clit and lapped at my arousal like I was his last meal and he was starving. I felt my orgasm build faster than it’d ever happened before, and I thought I might not be able to maintain my balance.

“So fucking sweet…” Caine groaned. “So fucking wet for me.” He pushed two fingers inside, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

I moaned. “Caine.”

He pushed in and out. “So fucking tight.”

“Caine.” My cries grew desperate. “God, Caine.”

He answered by standing and leaning over me again. The hand that wasn’t inside me pulled my face to the side, and his mouth crushed to mine. His fingers never stopping, his tongue joined in unison. It was all so fast—too much. His hard-on pushed against the hot spot his hand had left on my ass, his fingers moved inside of me, his mouth, his tongue, his smell—all of it. My orgasm hit me violently, a series of whimpers swallowed by Caine as he kept going and going until I could barely breathe.

We both panted wildly, him still bent over me. Every breath tickled the goosebumps that had formed under the sheen of sweat on my skin.

“You okay?” he asked.

I answered with a goofy smile. “Oh my God, yes. Never better.”

He chuckled. “You want to finish against the wall or in your bed?”

“Finish? I thought I already did.”

“No, Feisty.” He stood and scooped me into his arms. “You’re just getting started.”

If that was the truth, I was a little scared, because what already happened had totally kicked my ass. He must’ve read my mind.

Caine kissed my lips as he cradled me in his arms. “Bed. We’ll give your legs a rest.”

I liked that choice. Leaning my head against his chest I let him know. “I can definitely use a rest.”

“I said your legs were getting a rest—not the rest of you.”





Rachel



I leaned up on my elbows, enjoying the show.

Caine caught me watching and smirked. “You know, you could help me out a little and undress yourself while I’m getting undressed.”

“But I’m enjoying myself just fine watching you.”

He shook his head and continued to unbutton his shirt. His jeans were unfastened and had slipped down a bit on his narrow waist. My eyes were glued to the deeply carved V on display as he finished and tossed his shirt to the floor.

“You should teach with no shirt on.”

“I’m sure administration would like that.”

“They’d like the increase in enrollment from all the women who would transfer from colleges with ugly, old professors.”