by Bec Botefuhr
“Let me in.”
“No.”
“Fuck it, I won’t ask again.”
I hear shuffling and the sounds of Jaxson cursing and then suddenly my bedroom door is being swung open and standing is Caden wearing stained jeans, slung low on his hips, and an open button up shirt that shows off his dazzling body. Holy smokes - his body! I have never seen anything like it before in my life. I’m momentarily stunned. His chest is bronze and so perfectly smooth; it is covered in Celtic like tattoos. His muscles are bulging like he’s just been working out. I can see though, that he has just come from work, because he has those delicious grease stains covering his chest and jeans, making my blood boil hot. He gives me a look, and I can tell he is mega pissed, but boy is he hot. I grip the sheet tighter, and peer over at him with my best innocent expression.
“Why are you here?” I whisper.
He stops at the end of my bed and looks over at me.
“You fuckin’ ran off last night.”
I gape, “You beat some poor man nearly to death, what did you expect I would do?”
“He tried to jump me.”
“After you crushed him into the sand,” I point out.
“He was touching you.”
“Caden, I don’t belong to you; I hardly know you.”
“You gave me a chance, you said you would try. In my world that means you do belong to me.”
“No,” I whisper, as he kneels on the bed and crawls closer to me.
“Yes,” he murmurs, stopping just inches from my face.
“Why are you here?”
“I needed to see you.”
“So you come over half dressed?”
He smirks and I realized I’ve just let slip that I was checking him out. “I was at work; I’m on a break.”
Backing up the bed, I try to reason with him. “Caden, this isn’t a good idea. I realized that last night, you and me…”
“Are meant to try this.”
“I was going to say you and me are a disaster waiting to happen.”
He grips my face, and oh God I can smell him. He smells amazing; like sweat and grease and man all mixed in one. That smell has my thighs clenching together with need.
“We aren’t a disaster.”
“We’re from two different worlds.”
“You frighten me.”
“You frighten me.” He counters.
I feel my brows rise. “How?”
“Because I want you more than I have ever wanted anything in my life and that scares the fuck outta me.”
“Caden…”
“I’m possessive; I don’t like other men touching what is mine. I would have walked away if he hadn’t come back at me. I gave him a warning, I didn’t hit him. He started the fight by getting up and punching me. Angel, I will always protect what is mine.”
“You beat him so badly.”
Caden nods. “He won’t do it again.”
I’m not sure how to respond to that so I change tack. “Caden, this is dangerous for me.”
Caden sits back on his heels and I hear him let go of a breath he has been holding. He runs his hands over his face, finally resting his cheeks in his palms. “If you really want me to leave, I will,” he murmurs.
I hesitate; guilt rushing through me as I watch him bare himself to me. “Please Caden…”
That moments’ hesitation was all he needed. Sudden he springs forward and grabs my chin; tilting my chin up to give him access to my lips. Slowly, and painfully, he runs his lips over the edges of my jaw. The feeling is pure pleasure and pain all in one.
“Say it Angel. If you really want me to get up and go, just say the words.”
His tongue snakes out and slides over my lips, and I feel my body come alive. It feels like the utmost betrayal right now but God he feels amazing! Feeling his hard body against mine, and knowing he wants me, has my blood rising a few degrees and my heart thudding rapidly.
“Well?” Caden questions. He knows he’s getting to me and it doesn’t bode well that he’s able to manipulate me so easily. I mean, we’re not even kissing and he already has my head spinning!
He pulls my lips into a kiss so fierce I’m sure my lips are bruised. I fall back onto the bed and he falls over me, his body presses into mine in ways I have never experienced. I can feel every rock hard inch of him. He slides his tongue into my mouth and I moan my response right back into his. I’m completely torn; my body versus my mind. I want to shove him off because a part of me is screaming that I’m going to put myself in a bad position but I the other part doesn’t want to stop; it can’t stop..
“Say it,” he murmurs again, sliding his tongue down over my neck.
“You make me crazy.”
He pulls back and puts his fingers on my cheek.
“You make me crazy too, that is why we are doing this. No arguments.”
“Caden,”
“Shhhh,” he whispers as he slides his tongue into my parted lips.
I groan and grip him, pressing his bare chest to my body and relishing in the feeling of him being pressed against me. He positions himself so his hips are between my legs, and he grinds against me. The friction of his jeans has my groin clenching with need. I deepen the kiss, tangling my hands through his hair and moaning into his mouth.
“God, Angel, you’re killin’ me.”
I whimper as he rocks his hips again, and I can feel the length of his erection sliding along my sex. If he didn’t have his jeans on, we would be skin on skin. He rocks again and a bolt of electricity shoots through me. I whimper and grip his shoulders to keep him near me; desperate to feel more. I wrap my legs around his hips, and thrust them upwards, needing to feel more of his body against mine.
“Caden…” I whisper.
“Come like this, I need you to come like this.”
He rocks his hips again, and I can feel myself building higher and higher. When I explode in an orgasm, I cry out and shudder. Caden nips at my neck, and I can feel him panting. I know it must be hard for him to have to walk away with nothing, but he doesn’t push for more. He just sits up and I notice with delight that his jeans are strained. He takes a moment to compose himself and looks down at me.
“I gotta go back to work so tell me we’re okay?”
“Do you want us to be?” I whisper, and I know my cheeks are flushed.
“You know I do.”
“We’re okay then,” I say.
He kisses me once more and then stands, “Catch you later, Angel.”
I smile at him, watching as he leaves the room. I hope so Caden… I really hope so.
~*~*~*~
A month goes by in a blur, Caden and I spend every free minute together and I’m falling hard and fast for him. Since that day in my room, he has been nothing but sweet with me. He hasn’t pushed for sex, or tried to do anything more than kiss. He hasn’t been in any fights either; in fact, he has been on his best behavior. Each day we spend together, I want more of him. That thought frightens me, because I know Caden is the sort of man that could do so much damage to a fragile heart.
“What are you thinkin’ about?” Caden asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. We’re lying in his bed and it is raining lightly outside. We are snuggled together, and I had let my thoughts run away with me.
“Um…”
“Girl, those cheeks are rosy pink. What is going around in that beautiful mind?”
“Well…I mean…it’s just…” Should I tell him about my lingering thoughts of sex?
I have been thinking more and more about it in the past week, and each time we kiss or touch, my body burns for him. I know I am ready to take the next step, but I am nervous and afraid. What if I am too inexperienced and it ruins what we have? Or what if I hate it? So many questions are going through my mind; I know I have to spill eventually.
“Spit it out.”
“Caden, why haven’t we done…anything?”
“Anything as in what?”
Oh God; he’s re
ally going to make me spell it out for him. “As in… more than kissing.”
“You said you weren’t ready.”
“I know, but you haven’t even tried.”
Caden looks confused and I feel guilty for mentioning it. “I respect you Angel, isn’t that what you want?”
“It is…well…it was. But Caden, I’m ready and I want to try more.”
His gaze grows hungry and he rolls, leaning up onto his elbow and looking down at me. His messy black hair falls over his eyes and I reach up and smooth it away.
“Why didn’t you just say so?”
Yeah, as if it’s that easy! I know I can be honest with Caden so I just lay it all out there. “I’m nervous…”
“We can go real slow, baby.”
I swallow and nod, taking his face in my hands and pulling him down to my lips.
“Now?” He whispers.
“Yes, now.”
He takes my mouth into a soft, lingering kiss that has my head falling back into the pillow and soft moans escaping my lips. I’m only in my underwear, and he is wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He slides his hot body over mine; his skin feels like it has gone up a few degrees. His hard muscles press against my soft breasts and I whimper with desperate need. I grip his shoulders, kneading the muscles with my fingers.
His lips trail down over my neck to meet my bra. He gently slides his hands under me, and I arch my back so he can unhook it and take it off. When my breasts are exposed, I feel heat flood my cheeks. His face turns from hungry, to desperate as his eyes slide over my naked flesh. He reaches a hand out and cups one breast, running his thumb over my nipple. My back arches at the sudden jolt of pleasure that shoots through me.
“You have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. God Angel, are you anything but fuckin’ perfect?”
I close my eyes and bite my lip when his head lowers to suck on one of my nipples. I grip his hair, tangling my fingers through the mass of messy locks. He growls against my skin, and swirls his tongue out and around until my nipples are tight buds. He moves from one to the other until I’m panting and whispering his name. He slides his lips down my stomach, gripping my hips and lifting me so his mouth can move over my soft flesh. When he reaches my panties, I freeze. He notices and tilts his head up to look at me.
“Say stop, at any moment and I will.”
“I don’t want you to stop, it’s just…I haven’t been touched there before and…”
“I promise I’ll be gentle.”
I feel the blush creeping up my cheeks again, but this time is not only through embarrassment. “It’s not that…it’s…what if you don’t like what you see?”
He grins and presses a kiss to my pubic bone, “Angel, I know you will be beautiful here.”
“How?” I whisper breathlessly as he grips my panties and begins lowering them.
“Call it instinct.”
He slides them down and unhooks them from my feet, and then he sits staring down at me. I flush and cover my breasts, but he grips my hands and pulls them off. I stare at the massive bulge in his boxer shorts. I have felt it pressing against me so many times but seeing it like that, my heart quickens. He grips my knees and pulls them so they are bent, then he slowly pushes my legs apart.
“Fuck,” he growls.
He reaches down and his finger slides through my damp folds, I whimper and throw my head back, confused and aroused with the feelings shooting through me. His finger slides up and down slowly, circling my clit. I groan and arch, desperate to feel more. Suddenly, his mouth is on me, his tongue is sliding through me. I cry out and my hands tangle in the sheets. Oh God, I have never felt anything so amazing in my life.
“God, you taste so fuckin’ good.”
His words have jolts of pleasure shooting through me. He licks and slides his tongue slowly through my sex. I don’t know how this is meant to feel, but right now I don’t really care because whatever he is doing is mind blowing. His finger circles my entrance, sliding around in small circles as if preparing me. He pulls back and looks up at me; his eyes searching my own.
“I’m going to slide my finger inside you baby, okay?”
“Ok…” I pant.
His finger slides inside me and I twist a little with discomfort. He moves it around in slow, gentle circles until I’m moaning once more. When he lowers his head back down to my clit, and slides his finger in and out slowly, I feel heat rising inside me. I have given myself orgasms, but I have never felt one coming on this hard and strong before. My toes curl and my back arches as he brings me closer to the edge.
“Come for me Angel. Jesus, fuck, come,” he growls.
I erupt and cry out his name as shudder after shudder tears through my body. I shake and convulse; my eyes close and my mouth opens with strangled moans. He sucks and licks every last shudder out of me, before sliding up my body and pressing his lips down onto mine. I slide my legs around his waist, and he slowly rocks against me. I can feel his erection through the thin cotton of his boxer shorts. He rocks slowly, sliding the length up and down until I’m gripping him in need.
“I’m going to make you come once more,” he whispers, before plunging his tongue into my mouth.
He rocks his hips and grinds against me, our bodies slowly beginning to glisten with sweat from the humidity in the air. He grips my hair, fisting it and pulling my head up to deepen his kiss. His groans tangle with mine and his hips move faster and faster until I’m releasing around him once more. He slows down and I hear a pained hiss escape through his teeth as his head buries into my shoulder.
“Why did you stop?” I whisper.
“I thought you weren’t ready to go further…”
“Caden, I want to…”
He looks down at me, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I want to.”
Before he can answer, I grip the band of his boxer shorts and begin sliding them down. He shifts so they come off and then he lowers himself over me again. He is hot down there, hot and throbbing and my sex clenches with need.
“Hang on; I have to get a condom.”
He leans back and reaches over to the bedside table. He pulls out a condom and I watch with wide eyes as he tears it open with his teeth and slides it slowly down his massive length. I have seen men’s penises in pictures, but his, up close, is mind blowing. Thick veins travel the length and it throbs each time his hand moves over it. He catches me staring and grins.
“Are you sure?”
“I…will we fit?”
“We’ll fit,” he murmurs, sliding back over me. “I promise.”
He grips my legs and slides them up around his hips. When the head of his erection presses against me, I stiffen.
“This is going to hurt a bit, how do you want me to do this?”
“I don’t know…how are you meant to do it?”
He gives a pained laugh, “Slow or fast?”
“I…slow.”
He inches his length in a little more and I let out a sound of pain. I feel as though someone is tearing into me. He stills and his eyes meet mine.
“Jesus, Angel. I’ve never fucked a virgin…I don’t know how to make this easier.”
His words are like a slap in the face.
“Fucked?” I whisper.
He closes his eyes and curses, “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean that to sound so crude.”
“Is that all this is to you? A fuck?” I say, hurt.
“No, God, of course it isn’t! Angel, this is so much more.”
I swallow and a single tear slides down my cheek. It is a mixture of pleasure, pain and hurt. He swipes it off with his finger and grips my face in his hands.
“Angel, those weren’t the right words. I’m sorry. If you think this is just fucking to me, you’re wrong.”
“It hurts,” I whisper.
“I know baby, I’m so sorry.”
He slides in a little further, and I clench my eyes shut.
“Hey, look at me.”
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��I c-can’t.”
He takes my face again, and I meet his gaze.
“I won’t hurt you, just look at me; watch me the whole time.”
He thrusts his hips again, this time he breaks the barrier. I whimper and grip his shoulders.
“Just do it, please.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! God, yes!”
He thrusts again and this time he fully sheaths himself. I cry out and he groans with pleasure. As my body adjusts to his size, he remains still. He leans down and kisses me until my body is coming alive once more, then slowly; he pulls his hips back and pushes them forwards. The first few thrusts I feel nothing but painful friction, but then, slowly, as my body adjusts, I feel pleasure.
“Oh…God,” I whisper, my nails dig into his skin.
“You feel so good. Oh Angel… fuck!”
“Move, Caden… please?”
He slowly thrusts, being as gentle as he can possibly be. My body comes alive beneath him, my sex clenches with need as his thrusts slowly start to become quicker. I arch my back and whimper his name as he jerks his hips. His groans echo through my ears, setting my nerve endings on fire.
“Caden, oh God…”
“I want to fuckin’ come, but not before you…”
His words make me clench, and I widen my legs so he can drive deeper. He leans down and his mouth slides across my nipples, and that is my undoing. I feel my orgasm start in my pelvis and slowly increase until I’m shaking and clenching around him. I feel my head drop back and my eyes become blurred. I moan his name as he quickens the pace. His ragged growl only adds to my release and I feel him spurting hot and deep inside me. His body collapses over mine, and we lay like that, panting, for a long, long while.
“Angel….that was amazing.”
He rolls off and takes me with him, so I’m curled in his arms.
“I…didn’t know it would be like that,” I confess my voice hoarse.
“What did you think it would be like?”
“Fast…”
He laughs, “That was fast.”
I feel my eyes widen. “It was?”
“Hell yeah, I was wound up, and you’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Well, if that was fast, I can’t wait to see long.”
He grins and kisses my head, pulling me closer.
