Unexpected Gift(61)
He tangles his hand in my hair and groans as I slide down his massive manhood. I choke when he thrusts too deep, and I lift my head off of him and stop fingering myself. “Sorry, sunshine. I imagined your throat as your pussy, and I got carried away.” He runs his right hand down my back and pulls my dress up. “Mmm,” he says and gives my globes a good slap.
I’m surprised when I moan. I like how the sting feels and the slight burn on my flesh.
“Fuck, you’re killing me.” He puts the car in park and opens the door. “Thank fuck we are home.” He picks me up until I am straddling him, and then he swings his legs out of the car and starts to run toward the front door.
I yelp when he bunches my dress to my waist, and the cold air wraps itself around my skin. He slams me up against the door and abuses my lips with his. We kiss brutally, grinding against each other in a way that is forceful, like we are trying to grasp onto the need we have for one another. I want to get deeper. I want to get closer.
His cock is bare, hanging out of his pants, grinding against my soaked panties. He didn’t bother to tuck it in when we got out of the car. My back pinches against the door. The wood bruising my spine as he pushes his body on me harder.
Caden breaks the kiss, carving a path down my neck with his soft, hungry lips. He bites into my flesh and cups my breasts. My hands search for anything to hold on to, I stretch my arms above my head, trying to grip the trim. His hands cage my ribs and his forehead lands in the middle of my chest. Hot puffs of his breath heat my skin as he tries to gain control of himself.
My control is gone. It flew out the window on the way here. His cock presses against my panties, wanting in, wanting to release me from the chastity of my underwear. “I need you.”
Panting, I crawl higher on his waist, gripping his clothes to hold me up. “Get inside, Caden.”
“Are you sure?”
My eyes linger on the darkness of the sky, watching the clouds start to roll in. The stars are disappearing. The temperature starts to drop, and the fog from my lust infused breath is able to be seen now. Even with the nip in the air, it doesn’t do anything to cool the fire in my veins. “Yes, I’m sure. Get us inside, now.” I drop a kiss on the side of his neck, tasting the soap and sweat. I groan, lapping at the salty canvas like a vampire searching for their next fix. I mouth the same spot again and suck that portion between my lips.
Caden bucks, trying to toss his head back, latching onto my breasts and squeezing the mounds almost to the point of pain—almost. He tweaks my nipples as I dine on his neck, whimpering and licking his throat all at the same time.
He yanks my head back, and I gasp. “You are driving me up the damn wall.” He leans in close, but I’m not able to move my head to look at him, I can only avert my gaze down, and what I see staring back at me makes my heart skip a beat. His eyes are all pupil, his hair a ruined mess, and the spot on his neck is red, bruised, and wet from my spit. “You’re dirty, aren’t you? Beneath all that innocence...” He gazes longingly at me and flattens his tongue at the base of my neck. He licks all the way up until he is at my mouth, at which point he says, “Underneath all that virginity is a dirty, little minx, huh?”
I clutch onto the back of his shirt, digging my nails into his skin and rock my hips on his cock. “I don’t…” I try and catch my breath. “I don’t know.”
He backs away from the door, keeping a good grip on my ass as he reaches for the handle. He turns the knob, taking the first step forward into the dark room. The door slams as he kicks it shut, the bang reverberating through the house, through my bones. Part of the moon shines through the enormous windows in the front of the house, reflecting off the ripples of the water from the lake.
The house is quiet, full of silence from no one being home. All that can be heard is the desperate pants of our breathing and the rustling of our clothes hitting the floor as we make our way up the stairs to his bedroom. My mind is numb, my body is tingling, and I don’t know if it is from him, or from the five shots I had at the bar before stomping out from his caveman attitude. I’ll never say it out loud, but it turns me on when he gets like that.
“Caden!” I bounce on the bed from his tossing me so suddenly.
He doesn’t say anything. I don’t even know if he heard me. He rips his shirt off, and buttons fly everywhere, pinging against the wall. The nice, cream-colored button-up shirt is nothing more than a pile of rags now, hanging from his Adonis body. The sculpted curve of his pecs peak through the ruined pieces of cloth and his cock is hard and pointing through the hole from his zipper.
I swallow.
“Nervous?” he asks, undoing his belt.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Are we doing that again?”
“No.”
“You are really good at saying that.” He drops his pants, kicking them off until he is standing naked beside the bed. My dress is somewhere on the steps, and my bra is on the floor outside the door, leaving me in my wet panties. He teases his finger above the band, and my stomach jolts and quivers from the light touch.
“You know this isn’t just a one-night stand, right?” he migrates his finger up my left breast and traces my nipple.
No. Yes, the feelings are intense and out of this world, but do I think it is love? I don’t know. I’ve never been in love, and if this is what love is, I don’t know if I want it. Him and I are at each other’s throats more than half the time, and I need more out of life and love, than arguing with someone more than eighty-percent of the day.