Stealing Rose (The Fowler Sisters #2)(34)
Lifting up, I smooth the condom on his cock, his hand still working my nipple, my hand working his erection. I slide against him, not allowing him to enter me yet, enjoying the anticipation for just a little bit longer.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispers, his hands going from my hips to my ass and back to my hips again. “Playing with my cock?”
Ah, there are those dirty words again. They’re like an aphrodisiac. Everything within me goes molten and I lean forward, working my hips against his cock as I press my mouth to his.
The kiss is decadent. Probably bordering on obscene. Nothing but open mouths and tongue and long, tortured moans. His hand drops from my ass to grip the base of his cock and then he’s entering me. Just the head at first, the perfect tease to make me tense up, hold my breath, and wait for more.
“Relax,” he urges, his fingers drifting up along my spine, higher, almost to my shoulders before they fall back down. He is so attuned to my body already, knowing just how to work it, how to make me respond. I feel myself loosen up at his touch, at his words, and I close my eyes when he lifts his hips, sending his cock a fraction deeper. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a man inside my body. That might be why I’m so tight. Or maybe I’m just naturally tight. I don’t know. I’m not like Lily with her endless revolving door of men, though who really knows exactly how many of them she’s had sex with.
Me? The number is embarrassingly small. Like I-can-count-them-all-on-one-hand small. I was always just so serious, so determined. Determined to get through high school, through college, through life. I didn’t let a thing like boys get in the way.
Caden has gone still beneath me, his hands locked on my hips, his head pressing deep into the pillow. His jaw is strained, as is his neck, and I realize he’s doing everything he can to take this slow, for my sake. Again, he’s paying attention to me and my heart melts.
Lifting up, I send him deeper, earning a groan from him for my efforts. I grind my hips, flex them back and forth, testing his fullness, the way he stretches me so deliciously it almost hurts. It’s a sweet sting, though, one that fills my blood as I begin to move, as he helps me along by lifting me, his gaze zeroed in on the spot where he can watch his cock slide in and out of my body.
I close my eyes, little white sparks lighting off behind my lids at the way he’s working me on his cock, lifting me as if I weigh nothing. I lean my head back, lost in the sensation, the rhythm of our bodies working together, his fingers finding my clit and stroking the little bundle of nerves, sending more of those hot sparks through my veins, across my skin. I feel like I’m chasing after my orgasm as I begin to move faster, riding him harder, sending him deeper.
He grabs hold of me and rolls over as if he can’t stand it any longer. I’m pinned to the mattress, imprisoned by his body as he powers his cock inside of me, again and again, and I can do nothing but take it. Enjoy it. Lying there helpless, I wrap my legs around his hips, anchoring myself to him as he reaches between us and strokes me, the creamy sound of my * making us both moan.
“I couldn’t wait.” He presses his face to my cheek, his mouth at my ear as he begins to f*ck me hard. “I had to get you beneath me so I could f*ck you properly.”
Caden can f*ck me any way he wants as long as I’m coming. And it’s close. So close. I arch against him, closing my eyes, everything within me going perfectly still, perfectly quiet, as I reach and reach and finally claim my prize.
The orgasm steals over me, robbing me of my breath, of my thoughts, of everything and anything until he’s the only thing I can focus on. I open my eyes to find him watching me, his gaze hungry as he leans in and kisses me, his mouth opening on a groan as his own orgasm takes over his body, leaving him a shuddering, gasping mass of flesh before he collapses on top of me, pressing me even deeper into the mattress.
I hold him close, clinging to him, our sweaty bodies sticking to each other. I’m thrilled at what we just shared. And horrified.
Definitely horrified.
Chapter Ten
Caden
I’m still on an orgasmic high, just about to drift off into sleep, when I hear Rose say something. I decide to ignore her since I really didn’t hear her anyway, squeezing her shoulders with my arm, pulling her closer to my chest. We’re lying next to each other in postcoital bliss, the sheets kicked off and in a pile on the floor, the cool air bathing our heated skin. I feel good. I feel on top of the motherf*ckin’ world and nothing is going to get me down. At least not for the next few hours.
“Hey.” Rose pokes my side, making me yelp. Damn, her finger’s sharp. Pricking my good vibe like a pin pops a balloon. “Shouldn’t you, um … be on your way?”
I crack open my eyes and stare at her in disbelief. “Are you kicking me out?”
She makes a face, one that says, I’m so sorry, but yeah. You gotta go.
Right. She’s definitely kicking me out.
“Well, this is awkward,” I say as I let go of her and slide out of bed. She scrambles into a sitting position, yanking the sheet up so it covers her breasts, and I almost want to laugh. I’ve seen every inch of her. Explored every inch of her, too, with my fingers and mouth and tongue. She has no reason to hide from me.
“It’s just … it’s getting late and I don’t know what’s going on and …” Her voice trails off and she shrugs those pretty, slim shoulders, her hair spilling everywhere, sliding against her skin, tempting me to touch her there.