by Nikki Chase
“Wait,” I say as he pulls my shirt off. He stops with his hands mid-air and raises an eyebrow at me. “We’re at the window.”
One corner of Caine's lips curl up. “So?” He yanks my shirt off all the way and unhooks my bra.
“So someone could see.”
“So let them see. I want the whole town to know you're mine.” His words send a shudder down my spine, even though I’m super conscious of the fact that there's something missing from his last sentence.
I’m his for the month, is what he should've said.
I shield my nipples with my hands, but that only seems to excite Caine even more. He pulls me over his legs so I'm straddling his lap.
“Nobody can see you now,” he says. It's true; now all anyone can see from outside is his broad back and maybe the top of my hair.
He puts his hands on the small of my back and lifts me up until his mouth lines up with my tits. He licks one nipple, then takes it into his mouth, his tongue circling the raised nub at the center. I gasp, I moan, I writhe in Caine's arms, not caring anymore about letting him see my arousal.
Of course this is not a relationship. Whatever this is, it definitely has an expiration date. I won't have this man forever. But who cares? All that matters is now.
Maybe Caine's right; it's better to know for sure that we will part ways. This way, it won't be a surprise when the time comes. It won't hurt as much. It makes the time that we do have together more special. There's no opportunity to take each other for granted when we only have thirty days.
“Take your jeans off.” Caine's voice is hoarse with arousal. Urgent. Demanding.
I do as he says.
He pulls me back onto him, his hands on my waist lowers me until my bare pussy meets the hard length of him underneath his board shorts. Even through the fabric, he feels impossibly big. That is supposed to fit inside me?
Caine smiles at the apprehension on my face. I close my eyes as he presses our bare chests together, squishing my soft tits against his hard body.
His smile lands on my lips. I let myself get swept away by the currents of our passion. We kiss like we need each other for air, like we’d die if we separated.
My hips begin to rock, as if on their own, following an ancient rhythm. I slide back and forth on Caine's bulge, rubbing my clit on his erection. My breathing gets heavier. I hold on to Caine's sculpted shoulders tightly, my movements becoming more frantic by the second.
Caine groans and leans me back, his forearms holding me up. He lays me down on the windowsill and hovers over me. I whimper, looking up into Caine's ravenous eyes. I was so close. I could almost feel my climax, but now it's drifting away from me.
Holding himself up with one forearm by my shoulder, Caine reaches down and takes off his board shorts. I glance down and see a thick, veiny, potent cock.
This is it. We're actually doing this. I'm about to lose my virginity. That is the cock I’ll lose it to. When I walk out of this room, I won't be a virgin anymore.
We're both lying naked right against the window, my shoulder making contact with the cold glass surface every once in a while. I feel exposed and covered at the same time. We can see everything outside, but we’re in the tallest building in town and the angle doesn't let anyone from below see us.
“Fuck. You look so sexy when you’re like this,” Caine says as he dips down.
He runs his tongue along my earlobe. The shot of pleasurable sensations go straight down to my center. Caine slips himself between my legs, amplifying my arousal. His hot, hard cock slides along my folds, lubricated by my arousal.
“Are you ready to beg yet, kitten?”
I whimper. He feels so good, and all I know is I want something more. Intellectually, I know what I’m after. I want him inside me. But my body can't imagine what that would feel like. I writhe in frustration.
“You want me?” Caine asks.
I moan as he bites my neck, creating a heady concoction of pain and pleasure. I arch my back and angle my hips so I can press myself against Caine's cock.
I nod. God, yes, I want it. I want Caine.
“Say it,” he grunts, rubbing himself against me faster.
“Please…”
“Please what? Tell me what you want.”
Caine pulls his cock out from between my thighs and lines himself up against my opening.
I'm throbbing, pulsating. I want to swallow him up with my pussy. I don't even care if it's too big, if it’ll hurt.
“Caine, please…” My voice trails off into a sigh, while my hands snake around his hard, muscular body.
“Tell me what you want, my little flower. Beg me for it.”
“I… I want you inside me. Please…” I put my hands on his back and pull him down, wanting our naked, writhing bodies to get even closer, to become one.
Caine smirks, and I think I detect smugness in his features. I don't care if he thinks he's won.
I want this, too. He's not using me for sex. Maybe I’m using him for both sex and money.
Caine plays with my clit, picking up where he left off. I was already so close it takes no time at all until I come, my juices spilling in his big, skillful hand.
Then, slowly, excruciatingly, Caine slides inside me, little by little. He growls. “I’m going to make you mine. I’m going to ruin you for other men.”
I gasp for air as it begins to feel painful. Caine puts a steadying hand on the top of my head to prevent me from sliding on the windowsill.
“This may hurt, kitten.” He pushes until he breaks through the barrier. Pain penetrates my veil of pleasure and overtakes my body. I bite Caine's tough shoulder and dig my nails into his muscular back.
Caine stills above me with his hard cock inside me. I put my hands on his chest and push him away. This hurts way too much. Is it supposed to hurt this much?
“It’ll start to feel good soon,” Caine says reassuringly above me, his hand stroking my hair gently, even as his cock introduces searing pain inside me. He kisses my temple and whispers, “Ride it out.”
Caine starts to move again, pulling himself out and sliding back in a little deeper, stretching my virgin pussy, getting me used to his size.
He slides his hand down and presses his thumb against my clit. I look at him gratefully, thankful for the reprieve. It doesn't last long, though.
“Take me.” He slowly fills me up until I’m about to burst, until I feel his balls on my ass. He growls. “Take all of me.”
I hold on to Caine's strong arms like they're anchors, afraid I’m going to float away if I don't.
It feels like I’m inside my body feeling the pain, as well as the new, exquisite, tiny bursts of pleasure within me, like light shooting off sparklers. At the same time, I’m outside my body, looking at myself, hypnotized by the rhythmic movements of Caine's body. His muscles ripple as they flex and relax, turning his skin into a beautiful living, moving sculpture.
Caine picks up his pace, thrusting his cock in and out of me, circling my clit with his thumb. I gasp, and moan, and call out Caine's name.
“My dirty little flower,” Caine whispers in my ear, his voice interrupted by panting. “Come for me. Cream my cock and come all over me.”
Caine unleashes himself, pumping inside me faster and harder, rubbing my clit more insistently. My arousal builds up and I finally succumb. I shake and shudder, the muscles in my pussy clenching around Caine's cock, which is still slamming into me.
“Good girl. Good girl,” Caine repeats as his cock pulses inside me. He doesn't have to tell me; my body knows that means he's coming, that I’m good enough for him.
I take him into my arms, my breathing irregular. Despite my inexperience, that felt amazing. I’d always thought it had to suck, but my body knew exactly what to do.
My body is not exactly a sex genius. It didn't do anything when I was making out with Michael White from high school.
But now I’m suddenly some hyper-orgasmic nympho?
What is it about Cai
ne that makes me feel this way?
Caine
“Thank you for staying at The Orion. Have a nice day,” says the girl behind the front desk with a toothy smile.
I nod and return her smile. I’m in a good mood today, after the success of my plan last night.
The first time I met Daisy, when she yelled at me for skipping the line, I recognized a kindred spirit. Like me, she knows exactly how things are supposed to be done, and she makes sure that things are done in exactly that way. In other words, she’s a control freak.
When I asked to see someone in charge, I bent the rules and made it impossible for things to be done her way. I still remember the second it clicked in her brain that she had to do what I said, and the moment she started glaring at me even as she did it.
Last night, I saw a completely different side of her—a sweeter, more submissive version of her. I like it just as much as the other one.
And it all happened because I knew she was scrambling to hold on to any semblance of control. She needed every useless morsel of data so she could get a better grasp on things, because she was floating around with no direction and she couldn’t stand that.
So I gave it to her. I gave her a few pieces of the puzzle.
It wasn’t a huge sacrifice, all things told. I don’t care if she knows all the details about why we’re here. I just chose not to share them right away, in case I could use them as a bargaining chip. And I was right.
I’ll admit I may have shared more than I originally planned, but who fucking cares? I won’t see Daisy again after the thirty days are up, so it doesn’t matter anyway.
I hand the bellhop and the valet attendant a couple of bills before getting inside the car and pulling the door shut. Daisy is already waiting on the passenger seat, wearing a floral sundress. She’s putting more effort into her appearance. She has a big smile on her face, too.
“You seem happy today,” I say.
“It’s a good day. The sun is out. I’m out.” She laughs.
My lips curl up. That’s funny. I like that she’s starting to find the humor in her situation. Maybe now she’s realizing it’s not the worst thing in the world to spend a month with me.
“That’s why you look happy?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“There’s no other reason? Like getting laid, for example?” I glance to see her smile widen as her cheeks redden. Adorable.
“Hey, your phone is ringing,” she says, seemingly relieved to have the interruption.
“Get the phone from my pocket and tell me who it is, will you?”
Daisy leans over the center console and pulls out the phone from my jacket. Fuck, she makes me as horny as a teenager. Just having her fingers graze against me makes me want to grab her and have my way with her again.
“It says ‘Nathan Graham’ on the screen,” Daisy says, holding my ringing phone in her hands.
That’s probably important, but I can’t speak with Daisy in the car. That’s why I didn’t connect it to the car’s sound system like I normally do. I pull over to the side of the quiet country road.
Daisy hands me the phone and I get out of the car, leaving her inside.
The woods on both sides of the road block some of the sunlight. It’s bright outside the canopy of trees, but only some of the light manages to filter through the tree trunks, branches, and lush leaves.
“Hello,” says a man on the other end of the line.
“Uncle Nathan, it’s Caine.” Smartphones have been around for ages, but I make it a habit to always introduce myself when I call people of my father’s generation, in case they don’t have their reading glasses with them or something.
“Caine, I was just looking for you.”
“Did anything happen?” I really don’t want to have anything going wrong right now, when there’s already so much on my plate.
“Well, yes and no. Everything’s under control. Nothing requires your immediate attention here at the office, but I thought I should let you know someone came here looking for your father.”
“Who?”
“He acted like he was just a client who had an appointment with your father, but I thought he looked like a cop. Nobody has any appointments with your father. You know we’ve cleared all his appointments.”
“Fucking… Is it Paul Brent?”
“Yes. How do you know his name?”
“That was the guy who showed up the other day and got Pop so stressed out he had to be hospitalized.”
“So, he’s a cop?”
“Yes.” I run my fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp to ease the pressure that’s starting to build inside my skull.
“Why would a cop be looking for your father?”
“That moron got it into his head that somehow, Pop has his hands in illegal activities again.”
“Well, does he?”
“What? No!” I’m taken aback by the question. Uncle Nathan, more than anyone else, knows how hard Pop has worked to switch to legitimate means of doing business.
“I’m just saying, sometimes you don’t know everything about someone.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” I mutter. “But I’m sure he’s clean, okay?”
“Okay. Oh, have you talked to HR about finding me a new assistant? They’re taking such a long time.”
“Yes, I have. I’m sure they’re making progress.”
“I thought with the Internet everything’s supposed to be instant,” he says.
“If you want, you can use Sasha while I’m gone.”
“When are you coming back to the office?”
“I’m not sure yet. Soon, I hope. I’ll be in town to see Pop tonight, but I may have to leave again after that. Sorry, there are just a few things I need to take care of because all I did was Pop’s work last week.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll call Sasha. Thanks, Caine.”
“Don’t mention it.”
As I hang up, I feel a little tension leave my body. I don’t like to lie to family, and Uncle Nathan is family to me.
I don’t understand why he can’t know about Bertha Jones, but I trust Pop.
Even if both the cop and Uncle Nathan apparently think he’s doing something shady.
Daisy
“Caine,” I say with my heart pounding in my chest. I really want this and I hope he doesn’t mind. “Can I use your phone to make a call?”
“To your brother?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, but with one condition.” Caine smirks and a wicked glint sparks in his eyes.
“What?” I ask, even though I can guess what he wants.
“I’ll pull over somewhere quiet, and you’ll do what I want.” His voice is low, his every word clear. He glances at me. “Deal?”
“Deal.”
I don’t know what’s gotten into me that I’d just casually agree to probably having sex in the car. I’ve only just lost my virginity last night! Am I not progressing too quickly here? At this rate, we’ll be having full-blown orgies before the month is over.
My chest tightens at the thought of never seeing Caine again after thirty days, but I ignore it. I’m here to work, remember? Just finish the job and don’t get sentimental. Sure, he’s gorgeous and mega-rich, but he’s not mine to keep.
The car turns onto a small dirt path. We stop at a secluded spot, with only trees and birds around us.
“Get out.” His voice is no longer friendly. He’s insistent, dominant. He doesn’t take no for an answer now.
Still, I challenge him. “Out? Aren’t we going to just stay in the car?”
“Do you see enough space for you to spread your legs in here?” His vulgar question makes me blush, and I look away.
“What about the back seat?” Plenty of people have sex in the back seat of their cars, right?
Caine remains quiet, but he cocks an eyebrow and peers over his shoulder toward the back.
I follow his gaze and look at what I thought was a singular, long back seat. A
s it turns out, there’s a console dividing it into two separate, individual seats.
“Oh,” I say.
“Like I said, get out. I won’t say it again, kitten.”
I open the car door and step outside. There’s gravel on the dirt path, and I can almost feel the little rocks through the soles of my ballet flats.
My heart starts to beat faster when Caine emerges from his side of the car, slams the door shut, and stalks toward me. His steps are deliberate and unhurried, but I can see the impatience in his eyes.
“Bend over, kitten.” He gestures at the passenger seat with his eyes.
With the car door still open, I turn toward the car and put my hand on top of the sedan, pushing my ass out. This is what he wants, right?
Caine’s suddenly right behind me. He cups one hand over my breast, pulls me into his chest, and bites the back of my neck. I put my hands on his strong forearms and grip them as pain and pleasure invade my body once again.
I may have just lost my V-card last night, but I’ve made out enough in high school to know that’s going to leave a mark. Like a wild animal, he’s marking my body as his territory.
“Hands on the seat,” he says right by my ear, making me gasp. He chuckles as he puts one hand on the small of my back and pushes me down.
Caine pulls the hem of my sundress up and flips it onto my back. He pulls my panties down my thighs, his hands rough and demanding. The air feels strange on my bare skin, the breeze teasing my pussy lips.
Soon, Caine runs his fingers all over my wet folds, spreading my juices until everything feels slippery.
“Good girl,” he says. “You’re already so wet for me.”
Suddenly, he slaps my lower lips with his palm, making me cry out. It was light, and it spreads heat throughout my core. I moan as I crave for more.
“You like that, my dirty little flower?” Caine lazily circles my clit with one finger, further fanning the fire that’s kindling inside me.
