by Adele Hart
Before I can say anything, the waitress appears with the towels and takes our order. Caine ordered enough food for a family of four.
Fifteen minutes and one long panty-wetting kiss later and our food is here. I look down at the platter of dirty rice, gumbo, and blackened catfish.
“That’s too much,” I say.
“Do I need to remind you? I plan to deplete your energy all day long. Eat up, sweetheart.” He presses a long lingering kiss to my lips, and I swear I can live on that alone.
Lunch is pure torture mixed with bliss. Each bite gets me closer to the promise of Caine, but it’s taking too long.
Over Cajun food and sweet tea, I get to know Caine, the man. It’s nice to realize that he’s more than a sex toy distributor. He’s a loyal friend, a savvy business partner, and not a man whore. If he is to be believed, he could count his sex partners on one hand, which is significantly more than the one I can claim, and almost virginal by today's standards.
“So your boyfriend took everything and left you?”
“Not everything, I got to keep most of my clothes.”
“He’s an asshole.”
“We’re in agreement.” I thread my fingers through his. “What if your girlfriend left you for my boyfriend? It’s just too coincidental don’t you think?”
Caine thumbs my chin up, so I am forced to look into his dark chocolate eyes. “I love the idea of fate stepping in to bring us together.” He closes his mouth over mine and strokes the inside with his soft velvet tongue. If the man makes love the way he kisses, I’m at risk of losing everything, or if fate is real, gaining everything.
“Are you ready?”
My heart races and sex clenches but there is no doubt in my mind. “Yes, I’m ready.”
Instead of walking me back into the offices, he walks me into the garage and helps me into his car.
“Where are we going? I thought—”
“That I’d make love to you for the first time in your office? You deserve better than that.”
He guns the engine and heads toward the Mission District. “We can’t go to my apartment. My neighbors are awful.”
“I agree. We’re stopping by to get you what you need to stay the night at my place.”
“Stay the night?”
“Yes, Janey. Stay the night. Once I sink myself into your sweet body, you’ll be lucky if I ever let you go.” He reaches across the console and holds my hand. My heart thumps wildly in my chest.
“Should I be afraid?”
“Not afraid. No. I don’t want you to fear me. Something tells me I want you to love me.”
Something tells me loving Caine will be hard to avoid.
He pulls in front of my building. I can see by the frown on his face that where I live troubles him. “Stay here,” I say. “I’ll be right down.”
“No way, sweetheart.” He’s out of the car and on my side to open the door in seconds. “I’m protecting what’s mine.”
“Yours?” Even Jake The Snake never claimed me like that.
“Yep, get used to it.” He snakes his arm around my waist in possession and walks me into the building.
We step past a grocery cart filled with plastic bags and over the body of a drunk to get to the stairs. “I don’t want you to see where I live.”
He looks back at the prone body at the bottom of the steps. “My imagination can’t be worse than your reality.”
“Don’t bet on it.” I slide the key into the lock and walk into my mostly empty apartment. I have a blowup chair, a card table, and a lamp in the corner. In the kitchen is a single place setting of dishes. “You can have a seat, I’ll be right back.” I rush into the tiny bedroom that holds a blowup mattress.
Caine follows me in. “I like what you’ve done with the place.”
I look around at the little I have and shrug. “It’s a work in progress.”
He walks to the corner and picks up my duffel bag. In minutes, he’s throwing everything he can find in it.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m kidnapping you. You don’t belong here. You belong with me. Grab whatever else you want sweetheart because you’re not coming back.”
“You can’t be serious. I just met you.”
He drops the bag onto the mattress and wraps his arms around me. “But I feel like I’ve known you all my life. Let’s go home.” He walks into the bathroom and swipes all my toiletries into a plastic grocery bag. “You can replace anything we forgot. Let’s go before we end up dead.”
He throws my bag over his shoulder, grasps my hand and all but drags me down the stairs. At the bottom of the steps is my landlord.
“Rents due tomorrow,” He growls.
Caine stops just past the old drunk who is stirring to life. “She’s vacated the apartment.”
“She didn’t give notice,” he swipes his tobacco stained fingers through his sweaty hair.
“I just did,” I said, feeling more empowered than ever before.
“That’s my girl,” Caine says, as he leads me out of the building and to his car. Thankfully, it is still intact. All tires accounted for as we take off back toward the financial district.
He pulls in front of a high-rise and hops out to hand his keys to the valet. A doorman opens my door and helps me out while Caine grabs my bag from the backseat.
“Janey,” he wraps his arm around my shoulders, “this is Todd.” He looks at the balding man in the black suit. “Todd, this is Janey, she’ll be staying here indefinitely.”
Todd nods his head. “Yes, sir. Welcome to the Tower, Janey. Please let us know if we can get you anything.”
Caine ushers me inside the elevator and slides his key into the top slot. “The penthouse?”
“It was all they had left.” The mirrored elevator rises quickly and opens up into a loft. A wall of windows greets us with a perfect view of the Transamerica Pyramid.
I walk to the window and take in the sights. “Wow, the view is amazing.”
Caine drops my bag on the floor. I look over my shoulder and see the hunger in his eyes. “It sure is.” He’s on me like a wasp to water. “You’re beautiful.” His hands skim my body like he’s memorizing each curve. “I want to lick and taste every inch of you.” He turns me around and presses my back up against the cool, smooth glass, and I’m grateful for it. The man makes me hot enough to burst into flames.
Six
Caine
“Welcome home, Janey.” I thread my fingers through hers and raise her hands above her head. Her chest rises and falls in anticipation. “Are you nervous?”
She chews her lip and nods her head. “Terrified. I’ve never done anything so reckless.”
“Live on the edge, baby. I promise to catch you if you fall.” My lips cover hers. She opens for me. I sweep my tongue inside her mouth and moan. She’s sweetness and spice, but the kiss doesn’t quench my need to taste all of her. My hands trace down her arms and reach behind her body for the zipper of her dress. Tooth by tooth, I pull it down and let the soft material fall to the floor at her feet.
The lacy bra and panties she’s wearing are the opposite of librarian. “Did you wear these for me?” My finger edges under the cup making her nipples pebble into tight little buds nearly poking through the fabric.
“I dressed up hoping you would notice me.”
I run my lips across her throat and stop at the pulse point that seems to quiver and quake beneath my tongue.
“I noticed you the minute you walked into my office. I knew I was in trouble. I had to have you.” I lift her hand and press it to the area above my heart. “Feel this?” My heart thumps against my rib cage. “You do this to me.” I pull her hand down to my rock hard cock. “You do this to me, too.”
I let my lips linger on that pulsing artery for a second and then venture lower to where her nipple presses against the rough lace. I pull it into my mouth, fabric and all, and feel her shudder in my arms. I move on to the next one and pull a groan from her that almos
t undoes me. While my tongue tastes the saltiness of her skin from her chest to her belly button, I fall to my knees in front of her, lace my fingers through her panties and pull them down.
My girl is a natural blonde. My girl sounds so right. Like all my life I’ve been waiting for her. I spread her open and run my fingers through her slickened lips. They glisten with her arousal.
“You do that to me. You make me wet.”
I flick out my tongue to taste her. She’s a perfect mixture of salt and sugar. She coats my tongue with passion, and I’m positive that my dick will never make it out of my pants before I come.
Her body tenses with each stroke, and when I suck her clit into my mouth and roll it between my lips, she breaks apart for me. Her sex quivers against my lips until she slides down the glass to the floor in front of me.
I cradle her under her back and knees and lift her to my chest. It’s less than fifty steps to the bed—our bed—and yet it seems to take forever.
She looks amazing on my charcoal gray comforter. Her hair fanned out around her face. Her eyes heavy lidded with spent passion. Her milky white skin pinked from the scrape of my whiskers.
“I need you,” she whispers and holds her arms out in front of her body.
“You have no idea how happy that makes me.” I grip the bottom of my T-shirt and tug it over my head. Her eyes follow every move. One tug at my jeans pops the button and the zipper. I toe off my shoes and socks and let my pants drop to the floor. My dick springs forward, straight and stiff and ready.
“Holy shit,” she rises up and slides her hand over my length, trying to wrap her fingers around my girth. “I know this cock.” Her fingertips cascade over my stretched skin like a person reading braille. “You’re C for Caine.”
“Have I made love to you already?” I reach around her back and unhook her bra so that we are both completely naked. Her full breasts fall from the cups and into my waiting hands.
“God no, you’re too big.” She takes another look. “I did give you a hand-job though.”
“Did I enjoy it?”
She mindlessly strokes me while I position myself between her legs.
“It’s hard to say. I used too much lube, and you popped off the table and onto the floor.”
I reach past her to the nightstand where I store condoms that never get used. Once I am wrapped, I am ready. “Sounds painful.” I nudge at her tight entrance.
“I'm afraid this is going to hurt.” She lifts up onto her elbows and watches as her body stretches for me.
“Maybe a little but I promise you so much pleasure.” I press forward and pull back, each time covering myself a little more with her slick arousal. I push in and retreat inch by inch. Janey collapses back and lets her legs fall open, giving me better access to her beautiful pussy. “God, baby, you feel so good—so right.”
Her breath hitches once I’m seated fully inside. My dick pulses as I stop to let her adjust. She grips me so tightly I fear I will explode, but I don’t. This is too important to not do right.
Her hands go to my chest where her fingers explore every dip and divot. She lifts up and sucks in my nipple making me hiss out her name.
I begin a slow steady pace that makes her unravel. Her breasts bounce in front of me as I sink myself inside her sweet hotness again and again. Like a vise, her pussy grips me and milks me. “One more time, sweetheart, I want to hear you come one more time.” I grip her ample ass and lift her so that each stroke presses perfectly against her clit. Her head thrashes side to side. Her nipples harden to rock hard nubs. Her body starts to shake and shudder but I don’t let up. I want my name screaming from her lips. With a tiny shift in position, I pull her nipple between my lips and bite gently on the sensitive pebble.
“Oh, God. Oh, God.” She grips my ass and pulls me deep inside her while her muscles flutter and spasm around my dick.
“Wrong name baby. I need to hear it.” I thrust inside her again and again until she cries out my name.
“Caine, it’s so good. So very good.”
I grip her hips and drive in deep. My balls tighten. My body stiffens, and my release floods out of me and into her, and nothing was ever so perfect. I collapse on top of her, blanketing her with my body. “That was perfection, Janey. Absolute perfection.”
While she falls fast asleep, I take care of the condom and come back to bed to lay beside her and watch her sleep. I take in everything about her from the three freckles on the top of her left butt cheek to the dimple in her chin. Her hair isn’t simply blonde, it is a hundred shades of golden honey. Her skin is milky white with the pink blush of a woman who’s been loved well. Her breasts are a work of art, ripe and full, with nipples the color of roses.
I try to fall asleep, but my cock has other plans, and I find myself between her legs again pulling her out of her slumber and coaxing my name from her lips. My world has never been sweeter.
We sleep through dinner and wake up the next morning twined together limb across limb.
“What time is it?” She pushes her hair from her face to reveal kiss swollen lips.
I stretch and pull her body on top of mine. “It’s after nine.”
“I’m late for work.” She pushes off me, but I cup her ass and hold her against my body.
“I talked to your boss and he said it would be okay if you went in late.”
She relaxes against my chest as I play with the tendrils of her hair.
“He’s a really good boss,” she hums against my chest. “With super good employee benefits.”
“Those benefits are only going to increase.” My hard cock pulses between her legs and we dive into another round of earth-shattering love.
Both of us lie in a sweaty mess until her stomach growls.
“Go start a shower and I’ll order breakfast.” It dawns on me that she never got past the bed, so I pull her to her feet and give her the stark naked tour of her new home. While I lean against the wall of glass and order breakfast from a nearby deli, she watches me.
I toss the phone to the black leather couch and turn to glance out the window before I look back at her. “Nice view, right?”
She nods her head slowly. “It’s the best.”
We don’t show up to the offices until after noon. She walks down the hallway toward her office, I follow in hot pursuit. When I walk inside the room, I pull all the cocks but mine off the shelf.
“What are you doing?” She flops onto the chaise and watches me toss dick after dick into the trashcan.
“There will be no other cocks, real or fake, inside my pussy. I hope I’m enough for you, Janey, because you’ll never have another.”
“Hmmm,” she hums. “Threat or promise?”
“What turns you on more?”
I toss the trashcan aside and come to sit beside her on the lounger.
“I like the threat. I love the promise.”
I pepper her with kisses. “Someday I’ll make you love me as much as the promise.”
She buries her head into my chest and mumbles something that sounds like, “I already do.”
Seven
Janey
Every day with Caine gets better. Today he left for work early with a glint in his eyes. That glint I’ve learned means he’s up to no good.
The last time he had that look, he made me come twice in a booth at Tupelo’s, and then fed me an order of beignet’s because he feared the calories we burn having sex would take away my curves. The man is insatiable, but I love it.
When I arrive at the Grynd, he’s sitting in his office on my chaise, bare ass naked with a cup of my favorite coffee.
“You’ve redecorated, and you brought a cup of foreplay.”
He hands me the cup and pulls me onto his lap. I’ve learned over the last few weeks that a dress is better suited for my work environment and underwear is a waste of time and money. Within our first week he tore through every pair I owned and refused to let me buy more.
“Customer satisfaction ratings are
up,” he says as his hard shaft presses against my flesh.
“That’s not the only thing.” I shift my body to straddle him and sink onto his waiting cock. We also gave up condoms in exchange for the pill. There is nothing more satisfying than the silkiness of his skin inside my body.
I ride him hard and fast until he grips my hips and calls out my name. “Janey, I love you.”
Those are the words that make my day. To be loved by this man is everything.
“I love you too. Now tell me why you moved my stuff in here?” One glance around and I see he’s been busy. Shelves line his wall full of the toys his company sells. Everything but rubber cocks. There’s only one of those, and I know it like I know my own name.
“You’re too far away down that hallway.” His beautiful lips turn into a pout. “Besides, I want to hear every moan you make and watch every quiver that comes from your body.”
I laugh because he still thinks I sit in my office and play with myself when the truth is I’ve only pleasured myself that one time and he was there in my mind anyway.
“I have a confession.” I cup his face and look into his brilliant brown eyes.
He tenses. “Do I need to be dressed? Should I still be inside you when you make this confession?”
I grind my hips into him and feel him jerk against my walls. “You should definitely be naked and inside me.”
His hands cup my breasts as his fingers brush against my nipples making it almost impossible to assemble a thought.
“I’ve only pleasured myself once in that office. That day you took me to lunch then took me home.”
“Really? How are you solving peoples problems?”
I rock back and forth until he stretches me to the limits. “I used common sense.”
“So you didn’t give me a hand job that first day?” He looks almost disappointed.
“That I did, but it wasn’t for my pleasure,” I poke him playfully in the chest while I ride him, “It was for yours. Did you like it?”
His hips thrust up to meet mine. “Very much so. I like knowing that even when I’m not in your presence, my cock is in your hand.”
