Hard to Handle (Caine Cousins #2)(77)

Lynx licked her clit while his finger slid over her asshole. He teased her back entrance until she released his cock entirely, her eager moans echoing in the small space. He wanted to fuck her there. He wanted to take her ass, to claim her in a way she’d never been claimed before.

Fumbling blindly for the nightstand, Lynx felt around in the top drawer, wondering just what he would find. She had mentioned she had toys, but he had yet to catalog them for future use. When his fingers found what appeared to be a pump bottle, he lifted it out.

“I assume this is lube,” he said. It was too dark to see anything. Not even a sliver of light shone through the blinds.

Her body jerked. “Probably.”

“It’s not antibacterial shit, is it?”

Reagan laughed. “God, I hope not. That might hurt.”

Lynx chuckled, then pumped some into his hand as Reagan crawled off him.

“On your belly,” he commanded, reaching out with one hand on her back to keep her from disappearing.

She dropped onto the mattress as he smoothed the slick liquid between his fingers. Definitely lubricant.

“What is it you use this for?” he asked, getting to his knees.

“A girl’s gotta take care of herself sometimes.”

Lynx pressed his lips to the middle of her back, his lubed fingers sliding between the smooth, rounded globes of her ass. He pushed one finger inside her anus, slowly, gently.

“Relax for me, girl,” he whispered, kissing up her spine, licking her skin, tasting as much of her as he could. He continued to trail over her smooth skin, all the way to the back of her neck.

He lay beside her, half covering her body while he fucked her ass with his finger.

“Feel good?”

“Mmmhmm.” She pushed back against the intruding digit.

“Don’t wanna hurt you.” He leaned down, nipping her earlobe.

“You won’t,” she replied, lifting her head until he found her lips with his.

Lynx kissed her softly, loving the way her tongue slid into his mouth, dueling, gently at first, then more urgently as he continued to pump his finger inside her ass.

When he added another, Reagan moaned loudly.

“Hurt?”

“Uh-uh.” She kissed him harder.

He wasn’t intending to take this any farther, wanting to work her for a while, prepare her. However, his intentions changed when she bit his lower lip.

“Fuck me,” she demanded, her words raspy, breathless. “Fuck my ass, Lynx. Please.”

Pre-cum pooled on the head of his dick, the damn thing throbbing. Her commanding tone did it for him in ways he hadn’t expected.

Lynx used two fingers, pushing into her ass, stretching her as gently as he could. She whimpered but then pushed back against his hand, panting roughly.

“Please,” she begged.

She was wearing him down quickly.

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he repeated, getting to his knees behind her.

“Just fuck me,” she insisted, making him chuckle.

“I love when you get all demandin’ on me, girl.”

He made quick work of rolling on the condom, then generously lubing his dick and her ass. While he stroked himself, he fingered her ass again, waiting until she was up on all fours and slamming back against him before he lined up his cock and pressed the head against her tight hole.

Lynx gripped her hip with one firm hand, stilling her. “Easy, girl.” He smacked her ass playfully. “This here is mine and I intend to take it how I wanna take it.”

The groan of frustration that came from Reagan made him laugh. The sound died instantly when he pushed past the tight resistance, the head of his dick inching inside the blistering-hot depths of her ass.

Reagan hissed.

“Push back against me,” he insisted, forcing himself in deeper, deeper still.

He was sweating, his body hard as he tried to take it slow. Her ass was clamped down on his cock painfully hard.

“Lynx…” She whimpered again.

Leaning over her, he put one hand on the mattress, his mouth sliding over her shoulder, her neck. He nipped her skin as he pushed in all the way. Rather than pause, Lynx retreated, not pulling out completely before fucking into her again. He repeated the movement until Reagan was panting again, her fingers linking with his against the mattress, tightening as he fucked her slow and deep.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he whispered against her neck. “Tight, hot.”

Her whimper turned into a moan, her body rocking against his.

“Mine,” he said softly against her ear. “Mine in every way. From here on out.”

He wasn’t sure of her response to his words, but he couldn’t seem to stop them. He wanted her to know how he felt, that this thing between them was permanent. He had waited what felt a lifetime for this woman, and now she was giving herself to him completely.

“Tell me, Reagan,” he growled.

“Yours,” she whispered. “Now and always.”

God, he fucking loved this woman.

Lynx pumped his hips, still going slowly, not wanting to hurt her as the sensations overwhelmed him. The tight sheath of her body, the warmth of her skin, the throaty moans that came from her.

Reaching beneath her with his free hand, Lynx slid his fingers through her slickness, grazing her clit with his thumb until she was whimpering again, this time more urgently.