by Joanna Blake
I waited until Kelly was facing away and took a running leap into the pool. I was a big guy, and I made a really big cannonball. The cold water had a shocking effect on my body, but it wasn’t enough to tame the beast.
It did help a little bit though.
I said a silent thanks that the pool was unheated.
When I came up, Kelly was drenched and sputtering. Whoops. Maybe that splash was bigger than I meant it to be. I grinned sheepishly.
“Sorry.”
She smiled innocently.
“No problem at all.”
And then she let me have it. She made an angle with one arm and splashed ferociously with the other. The water hit my face, and I growled, splashing her back just as vigorously.
I walked toward her through the water, never letting up until I was right on her. Then I lifted her right out of the water and kissed her. Hard.
Right before I threw her in the deep end.
Kelly came up squealing and yelling at me. I just grinned. She’d gone nearly eight feet and she was pissed.
“You are surprisingly aerodynamic.” My smiled widened. “Considering all those curves.”
Her jaw dropped and the fight was back on. Over and over, we would try and out-splash each other. I would win and then I would throw her in the air. Finally, she threw her arms around me and wouldn’t let go.
“I guess the battle is over.”
She kissed me and then lifted her face to stare up at me.
“But who won?”
I gave her a stern look.
“I did, of course.”
“Harrumph. Are you so sure about that?”
I scooped her up and carried her to the lounge seats, just in time for a waiter to appear with lunch menus. I watched her order a bottle of champagne along with a salad, minus half the ingredients but with extras on the side. I was smiling the whole damn time.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had so much fun.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had any fun.
I didn’t do fun. Not even as a kid. I’d always been serious, with a sick mom and a dad who’d never made it back from war. I was proud of him, but it was hard. I’d never played at anything but sports. Things had been too hard to let go and just be a kid.
But Kelly brought it out of me somehow. I didn’t know how she could make me feel off the charts horny and serious and worried and happy all at once, but she did.
FYI: You are in deep fucking trouble, Cain.
The craziest part was, I knew it. I should have been terrified but I wasn’t. I was in deep and I didn’t even care.
Chapter Fourteen
Kelly
I yawned as Cain turned on the shower. He gave me a look over his shoulder.
“Ready for bed?”
I blushed, wondering if he was planning on showering together. The sun and fun at the pool today had wiped me out. But I still wanted him.
And I knew he’d been waiting all day to make sure I wouldn’t be sore.
The big, bad ass biker was worried about my pussy.
I squirmed a bit at the thought, heat suddenly pooling between my thighs. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and the restless feelings intensified.
So, I guess I was taking a shower with Cain.
That was going to be . . . interesting. It was different from fooling around, which started with your clothes on. This time, we would just be naked. Together. With the lights on.
I felt more than a little shy when he turned and caught me staring. He pulled me closer and started pulling my clothes off. I shivered deliciously as the wet bathing suit top pulled away from my damp chest. My nipples puckered in the air, momentarily distracting Cain. He grunted and ran his calloused thumb over one puckered tip, making me moan. Then he reached for my bathing suit bottom.
I closed my eyes as he tugged my still-damp bathing suit to the floor. I lifted one foot when he touched it, then the other. And there I was. Bare ass naked, under bright lights, with the most physically flawless man I’d ever seen in my life staring at me.
Moments passed. I was being a coward, I knew. Finally, I opened my eyes.
What I saw took my breath away.
Cain was staring at me. Yes. But he wasn’t inspecting me for faults, as I’d feared.
He was staring at my face with a look not unlike awe in his gorgeous, ice-blue eyes. There was nothing lewd about it. He was in awe of . . . me?
I blinked and took a deep breath. Then I reached for his swim trunks. He hissed as I pulled them down, his perfect, gigantic cock springing free.
I gasped at how big it was. How hard. The thing deserved its own zip code.
I had barely seen it last night. But under the full bathroom lights . . . it was intimidating, to say the least.
And I had this crazy feeling it was looking at me.
“Princess.”
I looked up at him.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
I nodded, swallowing.
“I know that.”
So why does your voice sound so shaky, Kelly? You are being a chicken shit!
“No, you don’t.”
He lifted me and set me down again under the hot jets of water.
“But you will.”
I exhaled as the steam and water hit my skin. Cain was staring down at me with a half smile. I watched as he slowly grasped a bottle of shower gel and poured some into his hands. His big, sudsy hands reached for me, sliding the gel over my chest and down my back.
He pulled me against his massive chest and I gasped at the feel of us slipping and sliding against each other. His hair scratched my skin in the most delicious way, making my nipples tingle.
“Oh!”
He grunted in agreement, his hardness pressing against my belly. He was at least a foot taller than me, which meant sex standing up was a no-go. But maybe . . .
“I would lift you up and hold you on my cock.”
“What?”
He was idly washing my breasts then running his hands down to my ass. I let out a whimper as he washed my ass cheeks and slid a soapy hand up and down my crack, fingering my rosebud gently. His touch was so intimate, I thought I would be blushing for weeks.
“That’s what you were wondering, right?”
I stared furiously at anything but the smug look on Cain’s handsome face. How had he known what I was thinking? Was I that obvious? I didn’t want him to think I was trashy because I was constantly thinking about sex.
“Maybe.”
“If I was going to take you here, that is one way I would do it. Another way would be . . .”
He turned me gently and bent me forward until my hands were resting against the tile wall. I felt his cock nudge against my slippery pussy lips and practically purred in pleasure.
“Oh . . .”
He laughed and turned me around again.
“Now if there was a shower bench, that would open up a whole world of possibilities. I might put you on my lap and lift you up and down. Or you could kneel on it, which would lift your sweet pussy up to the perfect level.”
I bit my lip, getting way too excited by the possibilities.
“So you didn’t want to . . . try that thing you just showed me?”
“Want to? Yes. But I don’t want to wear you out this early.”
“I can take it,” I said, sliding my arms around his neck. I tugged his big, thick head down for a kiss. He murmured in pleased surprise against my lips. Our tongues slid together and so did our wet bodies. Before I knew it, my back was against the wall, one thigh lifted and held open so Cain could wedge himself between them.
His cock was rubbing my swollen lips rhythmically. We both groaned as he pulled away.
“Don’t tempt me, Kelly. You don’t want me to lose control.”
I fluttered my eyelashes at him.
“I don’t? Are you sure?”
But Cain was serious. He didn’t respond to my teasing. He just shook his head.
&
nbsp; “No. You don’t.”
Well, okay then.
We finished washing up. Cain even gently washed and rinsed my hair. I was so relaxed I could have melted into a puddle of Kelly-goo. Then he grabbed a huge white fluffy towel and wrapped me in it, carrying me to the bed like a giant burrito.
Cain was naked. Apparently, he was going to ‘drip dry.’ Not that I was complaining. He was very, very nice to look at.
He laid me down gently and stared at me for a minute. Then he slowly unwrapped the towel covering me. He trailed his fingertips down my body and I arched into his hands.
“Little girl, you do crazy things to me.”
I thrilled at his words. Cain didn’t say much in the romance department, so it was always a surprise to hear a proclamation. It was the most emotional thing he’d said to me yet.
“You do . . . crazy things to me too.”
He didn’t look surprised by that. He didn’t even look smug. He just nodded, as if he expected nothing less.
I watched as he climbed into the bed and pulled me against him. Our bodies felt cool where they touched at first, the water quickly evaporating. I whimpered as he caught my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged on it, his fingers tweaking my nipples.
“I want to taste you.”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I was already gasping with anticipation and pleasure as he licked his way down my body, starting just below my ear. He paused to worship my nipples, making me quiver. Then he kissed my belly and down my hip to my thighs. He rolled me to my stomach, his hand flat on my back to hold me still. He kissed my inner thighs from behind, going back and forth, nipping and licking and sucking the skin until I actually screamed his name in frustration. He only chuckled and murmured, “I won’t be rushed.”
He hoisted my hips so I was bent over and my lady parts were at face level. He got closer and closer to my aching pussy without touching it. I closed my eyes tightly, trying desperately to control myself. I wanted to reach back and grab his big, stupid head and make him do what I wanted, but I didn’t dare. I felt his breath fanning the sensitive skin of my pussy lips.
“Cain . . .”
“You’ve been patient, baby girl.” He dragged his tongue up my lips and I shivered. “You will be rewarded.”
“Ah!” I gasped and rolled my hips as his tongue pressed deep inside me. He worked it deeper and deeper, fucking me slow and deep. For a long time, the only sound in the suite was his encouraging murmurs and my ragged breathing. He held back, though, keeping me on the edge longer than I could have imagined. Sweat was beading my brow by the time I felt his fingertips brush my clit.
“That’s it, Princess. Come for me.”
I did, so help me, I did. I wasn’t sure if it was his touch or his words, or how long I’d already waited, or all of the above. I instantly shattered into a million shards of light, my entire body shaking all over the bed. Cain slipped two fingers inside me and stopped. He wasn’t touching me other than those two fingers. I clenched down on his fingers, my body gripping and pulling on him, but it was no use. He held perfectly still, providing no stimulation at all. I moaned in frustration as the orgasm slipped away, leaving me even more desperate than before.
“Please . . .”
“Good girl. Now let’s do that again.”
I was nearly crying when Cain brought me to another orgasm and stopped just before I peaked, letting it fade away. Then another. Then another. I was incoherent by the fifth time. That time, he pulled away completely and turned me back over. He stared down at me, watching my body clench on nothing.
“Now you know how I’ve felt all these years.”
Cain’s face was dark and serious. I realized he was struggling too. He’d been on edge all day. He gripped his cock and rubbed it against me and I nearly screamed in relief.
“Alright, Princess. You’ve waited long enough.”
He pushed the fat tip of his cock inside me. Just the tip. It was enough. I came, harder than a freight train, as he slowly inched his way inside me. He cursed and grunted as my body tugged at him. He pushed forward, making me come even harder.
“Christ!”
I was still coming by the time he was fully inside me. He braced himself above me, staring down at me with a look of utter concentration. I was dazed, limp from the force of my orgasm. I had never imagined I could come that hard. It was like a small nuclear explosion had gone off inside me.
“Kelly . . . oh, God . . . I can’t . . .”
His sharp jaw was clenched tight, his eyes closed. Finally, he exhaled and looked at me. His hips circled, pulling him out and then back in. We both moaned at the increased pleasure that the friction brought. My orgasm had peaked but it wasn’t quite over yet. Every movement of his thick cock sent tingling waves of aftershocks through me.
The pressure started to build inside me again. I knew I was about to have a double orgasm, separated by less than two minutes. I started to quiver deep inside, pulling at his cock instinctively.
“Cain!”
He grunted at me in answer, his beefy hands gripping my hips as he started to drive harder and faster. He cursed and pulled almost the whole way out before thrusting all the way back in.
“You feel too good,” he growled out. “Not going to last . . .”
“Ah!!!”
I screamed as the second orgasm hit me. It was almost too much. I felt myself starting to pass out from the intensity of it. I was already so sensitive, a feather might have made me come. But against Cain’s magnificent cock? I had no chance.
Random ideas drifted through my dazed mind as I floated there, feeling like I could reach out and touch the ceiling. The man was a Greek god, I thought. Not that I remembered much about history. Everything I knew was from watching the original Clash Of The Titans about fifty times with my mom, who’d had a crush on Harry Hamilton growing up. So whichever Greek god was really good at sex. Maybe Zeus. That sounded right.
Cain was Zeus.
I whimpered as he rode through my never-ending orgasm, both of us making sounds that were more suited to the zoo. I mewled like a kitty, and he growled, sounding like a sexy bear. He paused, buried all the way inside me.
“Kelly, goddammit, woman . . .”
I felt a tingle deep inside me and knew he was going to come. I lifted my hips to meet his and he circled his hips again.
“Christ . . . that’s good, baby girl. That’s it . . .”
I started moving my hips in rhythm with his, and a whole new world of sensations opened up. This is something I can do, I thought in wonder. I can make Cain come. My orgasm didn’t stop. It felt like it was building again.
Cain’s perfect tempo faltered, picked up speed, and then stopped for a heartbeat. Then he started to thrust wildly into me. I felt his cock expand, getting even bigger, if that was even possible. It didn’t seem like it should be possible.
It was.
I gasped as Cain’s cock went from horse-sized to T Rex inside me, pressing on my walls, filling me up like I’d never been filled before.
I came a third time as I felt his hot seed explode inside me. It was incredible, how good it felt. And my body soaked it up greedily, adding my own juices, pulsating and creaming all over his shaft.
He collapsed forward, barely catching his weight on his forearms. I inhaled sharply, still coming, still milking his cock as he held perfectly still.
“Christ, Kelly.”
His voice sounded raw. Shaky. Not the unflappable Cain I was used to.
“That was . . .” I trailed off, not exactly sure what that was. Epic? Mind bending? Or was it normal?
“Off the charts. That was off the charts.”
He rolled to the side, pulling me with him. We were still attached but I felt wetness starting to leak out of me and down my thighs. I snuggled against his chest, wanted to get as close as possible to this incredible, perfect, orgasm master of a man.
“Oh.” I burrowed against him, wiggling in happiness. I was good at this. C
ain said it was ‘off the charts.’
“Kelly. Hold still.” He squeezed me and I looked up at him. He looked worried. “You are making me hard again.”
“Really?” I murmured, already falling asleep.
“I have to tell you something. Don’t be mad.”
“Mad?”
He nodded slowly, his crinkled eyes worried.
“I forgot to wrap it up.”
“Hmm?” Whatever that meant, I was too blissed out to be worried. I was too blissed out to do anything but slide into unconsciousness. I barely heard the next words he said, or the concern in his voice.
“I didn’t put on a condom.”
Chapter Fifteen
Cain
I was lying to myself. To the beautiful girl in my arms. The girl I’d likely just impregnated.
I hadn’t forgotten. Well, I had, but only because deep down, I wanted to forget. Deep down, I wanted to be as close to Kelly as possible. But it was more than that. I wanted to lock her in. Tie her down.
I wanted to impregnate her.
There were condoms in the bedside table. Stashing them there was the first damn thing I’d done when I checked into the room. I was always prepared for any eventuality, especially when something was as important as this first time away with Kelly. It was part of my training and it hadn’t failed me yet.
Not once.
Not until now.
I stared at Kelly’s beautiful face. She wasn’t comprehending me. She didn’t understand what we’d just done. She was drugged by the force of the orgasms I had wrung out of her body, again and again. I knew she would be angry with me when she realized the ramifications.
But the question was, how angry?
Angry enough to break things off with me? Angry enough to walk away? I couldn’t let that happen.
Her eyes drifted shut, and I sighed, kissing her forehead. She was worn out. I lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling with her cradled in my arms. It was early still, and I knew she’d be hungry when she woke up from her second nap of the day. It was so cute how much the girl liked to sleep. Her mother had tipped me off about that too.
