God, if only her heart wasn’t so stupid!
Chapter 13
Apparently Violet was a glutton for pain, because heartbreak or no, she wanted—no, needed—more. By the time she’d woken up from her restless sleep the next morning, she had decided she was going to continue to follow his lead, even if it led her to heartache later. First of all, she needed the help; all of his lessons would pay off when she met someone later on. And second, she wanted more sex. It was as if he’d suddenly opened the floodgates, and now she couldn’t wait to feel him again. She had spent all night thinking about his hands and mouth on her body, the way he filled her up when he’d been inside her, the way he smelled, the way he moved.
Cain had left her a note telling her he’d gone for a run and wouldn’t be back for a few hours, so Violet had spent the next morning lazily listening to an audiobook on the lounge by the pool. Since she didn’t know what to expect when he returned from his run, she wanted to take a shower. If there was going to be another lesson, she didn’t want to be sweaty when he returned. With her earbuds still on, she went inside. The change from the intense heat outside to the cold air from the AC gave her goose bumps, so she ran to the bathroom without thinking…or looking. As soon as she swung the door open she was assaulted by warm steam from the shower and the smell of soap. Violet jumped at the sight of Cain frozen in place, the towel he’d been using to wipe himself dry halfway up his nude body.
“Oh my God! I…uh…” She ducked her head down, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know….”
Naked as the day he was born, he plucked the earbuds from her ears. “You’re yelling.”
How freakin’ embarrassing!
“Sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t hear you in here. Didn’t know you were home.” She quickly turned to leave but instead ran right into the corner of the bathroom counter. “Ow! Shit. I mean shoot!” She rubbed her hip bone.
“You okay?”
She couldn’t meet his eyes. She kept rubbing her sore hip and trying to get out of the bathroom without further embarrassment.
Cain grabbed her forearm and stopped her retreat. “Are you okay?” he asked again.
“Physically? Yes. Emotionally? I wish the earth would open up and swallow me right now.”
If he looked up “heart on your sleeve” in the dictionary, he thought, he’d find a picture of Violet. He chuckled at her sincerity. “Turn around.”
She groaned and shook her head.
“Turn around,” he demanded softly. He needed to see her face. The flush of her cheeks and neck. Slowly she turned around, her eyes tightly shut. “Look at me.”
He laughed when she slowly opened one eye and then the other.
“What the fuck happened last night?” he asked. “It got weird. I knew that would happen.”
“It was my fault. I’m sorry. I, uh…”
“You’re sorry? Why?” He sounded puzzled.
“I…” It was time for the truth. Let the chips fall where they may, she thought. “I screwed up. I’m sorry. I panicked,” she said matter-of-factly. “You’re my friend. I don’t want to ruin that.”
“Violet, you know I’m no good at talking. I panicked too. I want you in my bed again. Last night was hell. I walked down the fucking hall to your room a dozen times, but I was too much of a coward to face you. I thought that maybe you regretted it.” He looked like he wanted to say more, but he didn’t.
She slumped down and let out a deep breath. “Oh, thank God. I was worried it was too weird now, and you and I…”
“There will always be a me and you. That won’t ever change.” She was still staring intently into his eyes, but he knew that was only because she was trying not to look down. “I should’ve probably given you that speech with clothes on.” She laughed but still looked uncomfortable. “After all that, you’re going to be shy?”
When she still didn’t say anything, he stepped back and finished drying himself off. Her eyes followed his movements as he toweled his hair dry, then slid the towel along his arms and chest. He didn’t miss how she unknowingly licked her lips as the towel went lower. The look in her eyes had his cock, which had been hard all night and most of the morning, twitching painfully. It wanted her. He wanted her. “When a man is standing with a hard cock in front of you, the proper thing to do is acknowledge it.”
Her eyes darted back up to his. “Er…um…I’m not sure what to say.”
“Do you like what you see?” he asked with a smirk. She nodded vigorously. “Then you should say so. Good for the ego. Men have fucking huge egos. I have a fucking huge ego.”
She snorted. “Okay. Well, it’s a nice penis.”
Stupefied, he dropped the towel and roughly grabbed his cock. “Did you call this nice?”
“Well, it is!” she screeched. “It’s a very nice penis. What exactly am I supposed to say? I mean, it’s nice. And look, it has that pretty metal ring on it. It’s decorated.”
If he’d been stupefied before, now he was stunned and amused all at once. He shook his dick in her direction. “First, don’t ever call it a penis. If you’re in the middle of any sexual act, you don’t call it a penis. Dick or cock.”
“Cain!”
“Say it.”
“Fine, when I’m in the middle of a sex act, I’ll call it that. But right now, I’m just kind of in your way.”
Before she could to try to leave again, he continued. “And second of all, you don’t call it nice. What the fuck, Vi? That’s a surefire way to get a pretty, decorated penis to shrivel up and die.”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine. That’s one big and hard dick you got there, Cain. Never in the history of the world has there been a cock as massive as yours. My lady parts are trembling with the thought of that huge dick trying to get inside my tiny vagina.” She blushed.
“Don’t say vagina.”
“Okay, my pussy.” And just like that, his cock hardened further.
“What would you like to do with my big, hard dick, Violet?” he asked. “And before you lie, I can see your hard nipples and your flushed face, and you’ve been licking your lips for the last three minutes. I bet you’re wet for me, Vi. Tell me.”
“I want to kiss it.” Of all the things he’d expected her to do or say, that was not one of them. Worst-case scenario, he’d thought she’d run for the hills; best case, she’d shyly ask for more sex. Suck his cock? No, that had never even crossed his mind.
He swallowed nervously. He had to be in control or else this game they were playing would fall apart. “Then get on your knees and open your sweet little mouth for me, Vi.”
She did just as he asked, her eyes focused on his dick. “I want you to enjoy this, but I’m not sure what to do with that ring.”
“Do what comes naturally.”
Violet hesitantly gripped him, first with one hand and then the other. Then, through her eyelashes, she looked up at him before doing exactly what she said she wanted to do: she kissed the head of his dick. The quick contact made him jerk and before he had a chance to think she opened her mouth and took him deep inside. Her teeth gently clanked against the metal piercing and her eyes locked on him as she did so. He gripped the counter behind him and tried to control his impulse to thrust in her. Violet reached for one of his hands and placed it on her head. “Show me what you like, Cain. What do you want?”
Fuck. Me.
He was so turned on by her actions he almost came right then and there. “Just keep doing what you’re doing.” That was all he was able to grunt out, his fingers laced in her hair, as she laved, sucked, and nipped his cock over and over while her hands pumped him relentlessly. “Oh, God, Violet,” he groaned. “Last chance before I come in your mouth.”
He had dreamed of her hot little mouth on his cock for over a decade. He could hardly believe it was happening. She looked up, and the little minx winked before she began to suck on the head of his cock, twirling the ring with her teeth like it was her favorite lollipop. He felt it all the way down his spine
as he came, and if he hadn’t been leaning on the counter, he would’ve slipped down to the floor. With his head hanging and his eyes at half-mast, he said. “Fuck, Vi. That was so good.”
“Good?” She stood up. “Talk about blows to the ego. I’m glad I sucked your nice penis well.”
He grabbed her by the waist so she was pressed up against him.
“You’re abso-fucking-lutely right. What the hell was I thinking? That was not good. Not at all.” He searched her face, which for a brief second fell, but then he smirked. “It was fucking amazing. Mind-blowing. Never in the history of the world has anyone given head the way you, Violet Channing, give head.”
“You have a filthy mouth, Cain. I’m glad you liked it.” She slapped his shoulder playfully. “Now get out of here, I need to shower.”
“Okay.” He gripped her waist and hoisted her onto the counter. “But not until you get nice and dirty with my filthy mouth.”
“What?” she shrieked, and before she could protest, Cain was kneeling on the floor, her legs thrown over his shoulders and her panties pushed to the side as his face descended on her.
“You should wear dresses more often.” He licked her from her core to her clit and back. It was not frenzied. It was slow and lazy and it was making her crazy.
“Cain!”
“What do you want, Vi?”
“I—I need more.”
He knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted more pressure on her clit, but he wasn’t going to give it to her just yet. “Come and take it. If you want it, you need to come and get it,” he said as he again laved her pussy and gently sucked on her clit. It took her a moment before she relaxed her back against the mirror behind her, twined her fingers through his hair, and pushed his face against her wet pussy. “That’s it, baby. Fuck my mouth.” He said while she continued to move her hips as his tongue assaulted her clit. When her movements became erratic and her clit began to pulse on his tongue, he pushed two fingers deep inside her, sending her completely over the edge as she screamed his name over and over again.
Afterward he stood and helped her up. Her legs were jelly and her eyes were dreamy. He placed both palms on her face and gave her a playfully loud kiss on the lips. “I think you’re sufficiently dirty.” He slapped her ass. “Now you can shower,” he said over his shoulder before he walked out.
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After Violet showered and dressed she went to the living room to find Cain sitting on the couch playing with his phone. “Maybe we can do the linen closet and your old bedroom today?” she asked as she plopped down next to him. He turned off his phone and tucked it away.
Unexpectedly, he ran his palm along her cheek and down to her neck. “Look at you. You’re still flushed.” He leaned in and gently kissed her lips. “So you want to do it in the linen closet and my old bedroom? That linen closet may pose a challenge, but we can work it out.”
Violet laughed. “I meant pack. We can pack those rooms today.” She covered his hand with hers and leaned into his touch. He kissed the tip of her nose before standing up.
These were the things that confused her. If he was acting, he could win an Academy Award. Rubbing up against her, the sweet words he said, the smiles, the looks…they were sending her all sorts of mixed signals, and it was getting very hard to keep up with what was real and what wasn’t. “Nah. I’m starved. Let’s go eat.” He extended his hand and pulled her up.
“But we’ve been here for almost two days and you haven’t done any packing. All we’ve done is eat. Don’t you need to—”
“Later. Come on.”
“I forget how stifling hot Texas can be,” Violet said twenty minutes later as they walked along a strip where there were a number of quaint little restaurants.
“It’s hot in Tarpon Springs too.”
“Yeah, I know. But this feels hotter, for some reason. I think since we live close to the water we have a little breeze, at least.”
“I guess you don’t want a table outside, then?” he said with a grin.
A few minutes later, they were seated at a booth in a dark corner of a steakhouse. “Maybe it’s hotter in Texas, but the steaks are better here than in Florida,” she decided after they both ordered steak dinners, along with a beer for him and a glass of red wine for her.
“That is true,” Cain agreed.
“I feel like I’m on vacation. It’s been a long time since I’ve just relaxed,” she said. “So, have you thought about it? You want to tag along to Jer’s parents’ house? I know they wouldn’t mind. In fact, they’d love it.”
“I don’t know,” he said. He had actually been considering it, which was something he hadn’t done in a long time. But he didn’t want to think about that right now. Remembering Jeremy made him feel like he was being doused with cold water. “You look very nice today. I’ve noticed you’ve changed your wardrobe.”
“Well, it wasn’t really a choice, since she took all the clothes I wanted to wear with her and left only the clothes she’d picked out for me.”
“Can we talk about that? Why do you dress like that?”
She tried to hide the way his words stung her, but it must have been obvious, since he slid over to her and laced his hand in hers, “Shit. That came out all wrong. I’m sorry. I mean, why do you dress so—” He paused, trying to come up with the right word.
“Homely,” she answered for him.
“I was going to say conservatively.”
“I’m not sure. My dad would buy my clothes at the commissary or the exchanges. And I didn’t have many female friends, growing up with you and Jeremy. I dress the same way as I did back then; you guys just didn’t notice or didn’t pay attention. Then you left and I met JL. You’ve seen her fashion sense. I love it. She’s courageous, but she’s way out there, and I couldn’t dress that way either. And she never really pushed me to change the way I dressed—she’s always accepted me the way I am. All these years later, she’s started pushing me a little outside my comfort zone, but that’s just recently.”
“Do you like it? I mean, is it that outside your comfort zone?”
“I don’t feel comfortable having my boobs all exposed.”
“No one said anything about exposing your boobs.”
She laughed. “Let’s face it, Cain. I may not have body issues, but I’m not blind either. I have big boobs. They need to be strapped down and kept under control.” They both laughed at her silliness. “I also have a big butt and thick thighs, so I don’t like wearing short skirts. The easiest way I can put it is that the Lycra tops that Jessica uses for yoga look practical and cute on her—you might even say sexy. On me, well, my boobs would be spilling out. It’s not unattractive, per se; it’s just not appropriate. Maybe it’s even a little vulgar. Does that make sense?”
He shook his head. “Not so much. But I don’t like the idea of your tits spilling out for anyone to see, so I’ll let it go for now. I do have to say, I like the way you look tonight, and I want to make it clear that I didn’t not like the way you looked yesterday, the day before, or ten years ago. I just like this look. You seem more comfortable in your own skin and I really like it.” He took a gulp from his beer and added, “A lot.”
“Thanks.” She looked down at the table.
“And speaking of how much I like the way you look…” He snuck a hand under the table and placed it high on her thigh.
She eyed him. “What are you doing?”
“So, I was thinking. We’ve been on a few dates. We’ve slept together. I like to keep my women sated as well as on their toes. You know, make sure that they don’t get bored with me.” His hand moved higher.
She put her hand on his and tried to move it, but he wouldn’t budge. “Cain. Someone’s going to see us,” she hissed.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yeah, but—”
“Either you do or you don’t.”
“I do.”
“Would I embarrass you?” He turned slightly so his lips were close to her ears. Hi
s words came out like caresses against her skin. “Would I let anyone see my hand play with that pussy of yours?” She shook her head, and her eyes fluttered almost shut. “Would I let anyone see the beautiful way you bite your bottom lip when you’re about to come? Or the way your eyes seek mine when you’re actually coming?” He said the last sentence as one finger slipped under her panties and moved up and down her slit.
“Oh…”
“But you have to be quiet, sunshine. I know that’s hard for you.” He chuckled. “You can’t scream, you can’t yell, and you certainly can’t moan when I do this.” He slipped a finger inside her quick and deep, and she closed her eyes and moaned loudly. Luckily, the music in the restaurant as well as the conversations of the people around them drowned out the noise. Plus, they were seated in a secluded corner. “I said you can’t moan. So be quiet or I’ll stop…and I know you don’t want me to stop.”
She bit her lip so hard, she could feel the metallic taste of blood on her tongue. “You want to scream, don’t you?” he whispered. Her eyes were shut and she leaned toward him, pushing against his hand, concentrating on being quiet. Not so much because she cared right now about who heard her, but because he’d threatened to stop and she really didn’t want him to stop. In fact, he could have lifted her on top of the table in the middle of the restaurant, stripped her naked, and screwed her senseless, and she wouldn’t have fought him off. She knew it was messed up, but it felt so damn good. So damn naughty and taboo. Just like their entire relationship.
“Your panties are soaked, sunshine.” He leaned in closer, one arm over the top of the booth, the other under the table and his body slightly to the side. He was shielding her from the rest of the restaurant; it still felt so very wrong, but the truth was, that even if the waiter came to the table, the only thing it looked like they were doing is kissing. His mouth was on her neck. “Are you ready?”
“Uh…” Ready? For what?
“I’m going to finger you under this table. Hard and fast. You’re going to sit there and pretend that it isn’t happening and you’re going to fucking come and you’re going to fucking love it.”
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