by Cathryn Fox
Taking me by surprise, Cason scoops me up and spins me around. “I love seeing you this excited,” he says, and when we stop spinning his lips close over mine. His kisses are sweet and passionate and my whole body responds.
By the time my feet hit the ground, I’m breathless, and aroused, and anxious to get him naked. My God, I really like this guy. I have no idea how I’m going to give him up after our month together. I only know that I have to. He’s only on loan to me, but while I have him, I damn well plan to take advantage of every minute.
“Home, now,” I whisper, and he puts his arm around me.
“No Seattle Wheel?”
“I want to go for a ride, Cason. But not on the wheel.”
He laughs at that and we hurry back to his car. “My place or yours?” he asks as we slide into our seats and buckle up.
“Mine, it’s closer, and I want you naked.”
“I said it once and I’ll say it again. I do love a girl who knows what she wants.”
Love.
My heart leaps, and I work to settle it. If he knew how much I liked hearing that word on his tongue—he’d likely run. It was a mistake that brought us together, and a mistake for me to think he really means what he says. I mean, he did warn me about that.
Oh, God, I am going to be in so much trouble when this is over.
He guns his sports car and I laugh to shake off the things I shouldn’t be feeling. “You’re going to get a speeding ticket and that is just going to slow us down.”
“You’re right.” He eases off the pedal, and I reach over, putting my hand over his thick cock. I rub him gently, and he swallows hard.
“Jesus,” he moans under his breath, and I open his pants and slide my hand inside. His knuckles grip the wheel harder. “Keep that up and I’m going to hit a lamppost,” he says, and I can’t help but grin. I love the way he gets so hard for me.
I ease my hand out. “That will just slow us down, too,” I say, as I sit tight until he pulls up to my place. We both hurry from the car, and into my small condo. It’s not much compared to his mansion, but it’s mine, and I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished so far.
Inside, he kicks my door shut, and the blatant display of alpha behavior teases the needy spot between my legs. There’s just something about a manly man. Then again, maybe there’s just something about Cason.
He takes both of my hands, puts them over my head, and backs me up until I’m against the door, captive between his hard body—and the man is hard everywhere—and the door. He uses his knee to widen my legs, and when he puts it against my sex, I move against it, shamelessly rubbing myself on him.
“Fuck, you are sexy,” he moans into my mouth as he kisses me.
“Want to know what you are?” I murmur back.
“What?” he asks, his mouth going to my neck. I angle for him, and his tongue leaves a wet streak as he makes his way to my breasts.
“Overdressed,” I say, and he chuckles.
The next thing I know I’m in his arms, and he’s taking me upstairs to my bedroom. Once again he kicks the door shut behind us.
He backs up and starts unbuttoning his shirt. I wet my lips, loving this sexy little removal of clothes. With a roll of his broad shoulder, he shrugs from the shirt and it falls to his feet.
“Keep going,” I say and point to his pants, the button still open from earlier.
The hiss of his zipper fills the space between us, and my pulse jumps in anticipation. He makes quick work of his pants and stands before me in his boxers, his erection straining for freedom.
I step up to him, and drop to my knees. “Remember the first time I took your cock into my mouth?” I ask, working hard to forget he thought he was with Emily that night.
He puts his hand on my face as I free his pulsing cock. It pulses against my chin. I stick my tongue out and lightly lick around his crown, and a tortured sound crawls out of his throat.
“How could I ever forget that?”
“I was wondering about something.”
“What?” he asks, and pushes my hair from my face.
“You couldn’t see me, so I was wondering if it was better in the dark, or is it hotter if you can watch me take you into my mouth.” I lean forward and take him deep, until he’s hitting the back of my throat, and his hands fist my hair. He swells inside my mouth, his soft curses urge me on.
“This,” he says. “Fuck, Kins. Watching you take my cock like this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I back up a bit, and he plops from my mouth. Pre-cum drips from his slit, and I stick my tongue out again, and he drips on it. “Holy fuck,” he says.
I swallow him and give his crown a lick to get every drop. “Mmm,” I say. “I love the taste of you.”
“You are so good at that,” he says.
“I never used to like it.”
“You like it now, Kins? You like my cock?” he asks, the hitch in his voice bringing my gaze to his. The want, need, and desire I see reflecting in his eyes, caresses every inch of my body.
“Yeah, Cason. I like doing this to you,” I say honestly. I blink up at him, teasing slightly, as I say. “Are you done with the questions so I can get back to your cock?”
“Fuck,” he says and grips my hair tighter to guide my mouth back to his raging erection. “No more questions.” I take him deep again and his hips canter forward, until his crown is in my throat. “I love watching you suck on me.” He throbs in my mouth, and I sense he’s close. I take his balls into my hand and massage lightly. “Kins,” he groans. “I’m too close.” He tries to pull me off him, but I refuse to let him. I bob my head, my lips tight around his cock. When he gets the idea that I want him to come in my mouth, he loosens his grip on my head, and lets loose a deep growl.
I work my mouth over him, and take his base into my hand. I slide back and forth, my hand following the motion as I continue to fondle his balls, and when he stops moving, his labored pants letting me know he’s close, I inch back, and hold out my tongue, all the while running my hand up and down his long, thick shaft.
“So fucking hot,” he murmurs, and his cock jumps as he spills onto my hungry tongue. He comes and comes and comes some more, his body stiff as he depletes himself. I drink him in, and ever so softly, run my tongue over his crown to taste all of him.
“You are incredible,” he groans and reaches for me. He pulls me to my feet, and he looks a bit dazed and lost as his eyes move over my face. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says.
“You don’t have to say that.”
“Why wouldn’t I say that when it’s true?”
A thrill goes through me. “Still want to watch?” I ask, and he angles his head, like he’s wondering where I’m taking this.
“Watch what?”
“This,” I say, bold and brazen from his compliment. I release the buttons on my dress and let it fall to the floor. He sucks in a sharp breath as he takes in my matching bra and panties, recently purchased. “You like?” I ask.
“Yeah, I fucking like.”
“Does this make up for having to sit through a horrible dinner tonight?”
“It wasn’t so horrible because I was with you,” he says and my stupid heart does a little dance.
“But you hardly ate.”
“Maybe I was saving my appetite,” he says, and I grin as his gaze leisurely travels the length of my body, stopping at the juncture of my legs.
“You want to eat my pussy, Cason?”
He groans. “Fuck, yeah.” His eyes move back to my face. “You want to watch?”
“There’s something I want you to watch first.” His cock starts to grow again, expand as I unhook my bra and let it fall. Everything about the way this man watches me boosts my confidence. I don’t feel chubby or frumpy under his gaze. The heat in his eyes lets me know I’m beautiful to him, that every curve is worthy of worship.
I put my hand into my panties, and touch myself. “Yes,” he murmurs, and I move my hips, stroking my clit and
sliding a finger into my tight, wet center. “I want to see,” he says. “Take off your panties, spread your lips wide open, and fuck yourself with your finger. Show me how you do it, Kins.”
His words race through me and fill me with a new kind of want. I hook my fingers into my lacy band and shimmy them down my hips.
“You are such a tease,” he says.
“And you like it.”
“I like it,” he murmurs and comes closer as I slide my panties off and turn my back to him to reach into my nightstand.
“That’s a dangerous thing you’re doing, Kins.”
I glance at him over my shoulder. “Dangerous how?” I ask but the answer is all over his face as he gazes at my curvy backside. He’s such an ass man. I wiggle a bit, and he growls as he closes the distance between us. He takes my ass cheeks into his palms and squeezes. “Never mind,” I tell him, and reach into my nightstand.
His hands fall and he stumbles back a bit when I pull out my vibrator.
“Jesus, Kins.”
“You still want to watch?”
“More than life,” he says, and I nudge him until he’s sitting on the edge of my bed. I climb onto the bed on all fours and he curses under his breath as I center myself on the mattress. My little toy buzzes to life as I spread my legs, and run it over my breasts, down my stomach, and between my legs. I moan as I stroke it over my clit. My eyes shut but I force them open.
The look on Cason’s face is everything I thought it would be and maybe a bit better. He’s loving this as much as I am. That’s when it occurs to me that I love pleasing him as much as he loves pleasing me.
I press the vibrator to my opening and slide it in, the buzzing sound now muffled by my walls. I work the toy inside me and when I pull it out it’s slick and shiny from my juices.
“Feels so good,” I say and run the vibrating end over my engorged clit.
“So good,” he agrees, and takes his cock into his hand. He pumps himself with his fist, and I’m shocked that he’s hard and rearing to go so soon after coming in my mouth.
My heart races faster as we masturbate in front of each other, but I need more. I need him. I can use my toy anytime and he looks about as ready to be inside me as I am to have him. Our eyes meet, and I telegraph a message without words. He takes a condom from his pocket, climbs between my legs, and takes the vibrator from me. He doesn’t toss it away. Instead he uses it on me, sliding it over my clit and sinking it inside me. I grip the bedding and cry out, doing my very best to stave off an orgasm until he’s pumping inside me.
“Cason. I want your cock,” I cry out.
He rips into the foil with his teeth, and quickly sheathes himself. “Yes,” I say, my throat now dry from all my panting. Still buzzing, the vibrator lands on the bed beside me as he falls over me and in one fast, hard thrust, he’s inside me, moving, pumping. Hard, blunt strokes that steal my ability to think.
I wrap my hands around him, run my nails over his back, and rake my teeth over his shoulder, marking his body. He slicks in and out of me, creating friction and heat as we move together, each chasing pleasure. His finger finds my clit and that’s it for me. I let go, come all over his cock, and he pushes my hair from my face, his lips on mine as he releases with me.
The toy buzzes beside me, the sound a little muffled by our fast breaths. I turn to see my vibrator, and nearly laugh hysterically. Not because any of this is funny. It’s not. It’s just that my favorite toy will never be enough for me again. Not after Cason.
Damned if that doesn’t pose a big freaking problem.
11
Cason
The rustling beside me pulls me awake, and I open one eye and then another. A smile spreads across my face as I watch a naked Kinsley, try to sneak from her bed. It’s funny because it’s usually me sneaking away before the break of dawn, but I’m married now, so to speak, and in no hurry to go anywhere.
Last night in her bed, she played games with me, touching herself, showing me another side of herself, a private one. I can’t even put into words what that was like for me. I honestly don’t remember sex ever being so good, so deeply intimate.
Fuck, man, I could get used to this.
I shake my head. What the hell am I saying? We’re together so she can get her trust fund and get her life in order. I’m in it for the sex and tacos, and Cole’s rare car is the cherry on top. Honestly, he’s the one who pushed for the bet, and I’m not sure why, but his car has nothing to do with me wanting to last thirty days. I want to help her. I like her. A lot.
“Where are you going?”
She jumps and spins when she sees me, her hand on her chest. “How long have you been awake?” she asks, her palm pressed to her chest. I hold my hand out, reach for her, needing her naked body next to mine, almost desperately.
“Long enough to see you trying to sneak away.”
“I wasn’t sneaking away,” she says. “I have to go to work.”
I wave my fingers, gesturing for her to come to me. “As nice as that sounds, Cason, I have to go. Kat isn’t feeling well, so I need to get all the prep work done myself.”
I toss the covers off. “No you don’t.”
She puts one hand on her hip. “Oh, you’re going to help me?”
“Of course, I am Mrs. Kinsley Callaghan. Isn’t that what good husbands do?”
“I see you’ve shortened my last name to just yours.”
“It was kind of long.” That might be true, but maybe I just like hearing my last name attached to her first name, no measure of distance between them. Although if she wants the joint name, I’m okay with that, too. My God, what am I saying? None of this is real. “A bit of a mouthful, don’t you think?”
As soon as those words spill from my lips, her gaze drops, takes in my early morning boner. I laugh. “My God, you are such a sex addict.” I take my cock into my hand and she groans. “This is the first thing you think of when I say mouthful.”
“Yeah, it’s bad,” she says and we both burst out laughing. “As much as I’d like…” she moves her finger in a circle over the mussed up bed. “to do all this again, I really do need to go.”
“All right. Let’s do this,” I say searching the floor for last night’s clothes. “We’ll have to stop at my place. I need to change.”
“Cason, you don’t have to help me. Besides, what do you know about cooking? You’re a hockey player.”
I step up to her, put my hands on her arms and rub gently. “I actually know a lot, Kins. Nina and I…we had to fend for ourselves a lot. My parents were pretty absent in our lives. I mean they loved us and supported us, but they were both investment bankers with busy jobs that kept them at the office for hours. Nina and I did a lot of the cooking. She was better at it than me, but I definitely know how to help out.”
A sadness moves over her face. “I didn’t know that, Cason. I’m sorry they weren’t more involved in your life.”
“It’s okay, we both turned out fine.”
She frowns like she’s not so sure about that, and maybe she’s right. Maybe I didn’t turn out fine, considering I can’t do relationships, can’t really express myself properly.
“Do you see them now?”
“Oh, yeah, every now and then. I mean they love us, gave us everything we wanted, pretty much—outside of their time. They’d love you.” Shit, I didn’t mean to put it that way. “Not that we’re going to tell them we’re married or anything. No point in that. I don’t need a trust fund.” She winces and I say, “That’s not coming out right, Kinsley.”
“It’s fine,” she says and puts her hand on my chest. “I get it. You’re right. There is no sense involving them in this sham of a marriage.” She blinks and her brow pulls together when she asks, “What did you mean they gave you everything you wanted, pretty much?”
Wanting to put a smile back on her face again, I say, “Don’t tell anyone, but when I was young, I secretly wanted an Easy Bake Oven.”
She smiles. “Really?”
“No. I don’t. I think it’s great. You know Bobby Flay had one growing up, right?”
“No, I didn’t. But I dig it.”
“Did you ever ask for one?”
“My parents put me in hockey, they put Nina in figure skating. Very gender defined roles. I just knew it would be frowned upon if I asked for what they would consider a ‘girl’s’ toy. Sad, but true. That’s how it was in their generation. Change is slow, but it’s coming.”
“My son is getting an easy bake oven, and my daughter is getting a hockey stick,” she says with a tip of her chin.
“This coming from the anti-marriage girl?”
She looks at her ring. “A little too late for that isn’t it?”
I brush the back of my knuckles over her cheek. “It’s never too late for anything, Kins.”
She throws her hands up in the air. “Parents,” she teases, lightening the mood. “They sure know how to do a number on us.”
She’s not wrong. “Do you think your parents believed we were legit?”
“They saw the ring, and Mom wants to throw a party so I think they believed us. What’s not to believe, we really are married.”
“Okay, let’s get moving.” I bend to give her a fast kiss, but it grows, expands, blossoms into something deeper, something warm and affectionate. We both take a fast breath when we part, and I say, “If we don’t go now, I’m going to toss you onto that bed and have my way with you.”
Passion and indecision dances in her eyes. “Can I have a raincheck?”
“Kiss me like that again and you can have anything you want,” I say.
“Here I thought a way to a man’s heart was through his stomach.” As soon as the words leave her mouth, she shakes her head. “Not that I’m looking for your heart, Cason. What I meant to say—”
I put my finger to her lush lips. “It’s fine, now let’s get moving.”
“Right,” she says. “I’m going to have a fast shower.”
“I’ll put on the coffee.”
