Forever and Ever (Complete #1-7)

by E. L. Todd

  “That sounds good.”

  “The chicken just needs a few more minutes. Can I get you something to drink?”

  “I’m okay.”

  He grabbed my hand then led me into his living room. He had a small apartment with a single bedroom. But it was enough space for one person and a friend. He sat on the couch then pulled me into his lap. We faced one another and he leaned his head back, just staring at me.

  Cayson usually touched me at all times. His embraces were innocent, massaging the back of my neck or my legs. But desire burned in his eyes. And I could feel his arousal against my hips, legs, and ass whenever we cuddled. From what I felt, it was impressive.

  “Skye?” He pulled down one side of my loose sweater, exposing my shoulder. Then he leaned in and gave me a slow and torturous kiss. He knew how to ignite me without trying.

  How was I oblivious to him for so long? Cayson was hot—like really hot. “Cayson?” I bit my lip while I felt his warm mouth against my shoulder.

  He pulled away then sat up, his face just below mine. “I see you every day, but when we’re apart, I still miss you.” He kissed the freckle in the corner of my mouth, making me yearn for him more than I already did. “I miss you like crazy.”

  “I miss you too…” I felt my nipples harden and the area between my legs burn. I wanted more than just the heated kisses we shared. His perfection and mind-blowing touch, even in the most innocent places, were driving me wild, making me want him more than I already did. Passion and heat burned between us, but neither one of us had acted on it—yet. I knew Cayson was waiting until I was ready. And I already knew he was wondering when that would be. “You must be wondering why we haven’t done anything more than kiss…”

  He leaned back and stared into my eyes. “I can’t deny how much I want you. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Every curve of your body excites me in a way I can’t explain. I want you more than any other woman I’ve had in my life. But, Skye, I’m not in a hurry. And I’m not going anywhere.” His hands gripped my waist, his fingers spanning my back. “I’m a very patient man, and I will wait as long as you want me to. There’s no pressure. So please don’t worry about it.”

  “That’s the thing…I don’t want to wait.”

  Fire leapt to life in his eyes. It cracked and sizzled, turning into slow burning embers. His hands dug into my skin slightly.

  “But…I’m scared.”

  The desire evaporated. “Scared of what, baby?”

  I didn’t know how to verbalize it, at least in a way that wouldn’t offend him. But he must be thinking the same thing…or at least thought it at one point. “There’s no turning back if things don’t work out or something bad happens in our relationship. Our friendship will be ruined—forever.”

  He processed my words for a second, his eyes conveying his thoughts. “I never want to be just your friend again, Skye. And I don’t plan on it.”

  “I don’t either,” I said immediately. I cupped his face, looking into his eyes. “You mean the world to me, Cayson. And you’ve made me happier than I’ve ever been. This is where I belong.”

  “Then there’s nothing to be scared of.”

  “But…what if something happens?”

  He grabbed my wrists then brought them together in his hands. “Don’t think like that, Skye.”

  “But what if it does? What will happen to us? I just feel better talking about it…just in case.”

  He sighed then kissed one of my wrists gently. “No matter what we promise, no matter what we say, it won’t change what’s already come to pass. We’ll never be what we used to be—even if we broke up now.”

  “But down the road…”

  He looked me in the eye. “No matter what happens between us, I’ll never stop loving you and I’ll never stop caring. If you were another girl, it would be different. But you’re special to me. You’ve always been special. And I never want to lose you from my life. Even if you cheated on me and broke my heart, I still wouldn’t turn my back on you. I wouldn’t leave the group and I wouldn’t avoid you. I’ll always be around—forever.”

  “Me too…”

  He kissed the other wrist. “Most ex’s can’t be friends. But we’re different, Skye. We are far more mature than anyone else our age. And I know our love is strong. Nothing will keep us apart.”

  I nodded.

  “Do you feel better now?”

  “Yeah…we’re family. And we’ll always be.”

  “Exactly.” He leaned back and rested his hands on my thighs, rubbing me gently. He stared at my face, never looking away.

  I leaned forward, my head pressed to his. Then I closed my eyes, enjoying the silence. Cayson moved his hands to my waist, gripping me. I leaned down and found his lips, feeling their softness.

  His hands tightened around me slightly, conveying the pleasure my mouth was giving him. They moved up my sweater, feeling my bare skin.

  My hair fell around his face, blocking him in. I deepened our kiss, feeling his lips with my small mouth. His tongue found mine, dancing slowly. He breathed hard into my mouth, showing his excitement.

  Finally giving into what I wanted, I broke our kiss then grabbed the end of my sweater. Slowly, I pulled it off then dropped it on the couch. I wore my black lacy bra. It pushed my breasts together and made them look bigger than they already were. Cayson stared at them for a moment with desire burning in his eyes. Then he looked back at me, his lips desperate for my touch. He pulled me toward him, kissing me again.

  I felt his chest beneath his shirt. Every groove and line was hard. He worked out and was in great shape, but I didn’t realize just how strong he was. How was I immune to him for so long? Now I couldn’t stop picturing him shirtless. I couldn’t stop imagining how he would feel inside me. My lips were constantly desperate for his. I needed him—all the time.

  I lifted his shirt then yanked it off. I tossed it aside then stared down at his body. His chest was wide and strong. His stomach was lined with hard abs. He was thick like a slab of wood and strong like a concrete wall. My hands moved down, feeling every inch of his perfection. “Damn, you’re so hot,” I blurted.

  Cayson stared into my eyes while I touched him. It didn’t seem like he heard me. His hands fingered the waistline of my leggings but he didn’t pull them down. Then he gripped me and pulled me closer, his lips finding mine. He sat up, holding me close to him.

  My chest pressed against his. Our stomachs almost touched. I moved my arms around his neck, my mouth devouring his like I couldn’t get enough. Cayson moved his hands up my back, feeling the small muscles underneath. He moved past my bra clasp to my shoulders. Then he came down again and back to my waist.

  I knew he didn’t want to push me. He wanted me to make it clear what I wanted. I doubted he was always this sensitive when he was fooling around, but since our relationship was different, he was cautious. While I continued to kiss him, I reached behind me and unclasped the strap. My bra was immediately loose on me and it started to fall.

  I broke our kiss and stared at him, wanting to see his reaction to me.

  Cayson felt a strap in his hand but he didn’t pull it down. His breathing was hard and he didn’t stare at my chest. His eyes were glued to mine, like he was afraid to look. I grabbed the hand that held the strap then pulled it down. His breath hitched. The rest of the bra came with it.

  I hated my chest. Guys constantly stared at it instead of my face. It was hard to tell if a guy was really into me because of my personality or just my appearance. It seemed like they were immediately smitten with my rack. But with Cayson, it was different. I already knew he loved me for me, that my chest had nothing to do with it. And I wanted him to enjoy my body.

  Cayson still wouldn’t look. His eyes were locked to mine.

  I grabbed his large hands then placed them over my breasts, making him squeeze them. He swallowed the lump in his throat then moaned quietly. “Touch me.”

  That seemed to unwind him. His hands move
d back to my waist and he pulled me closer to him, his mouth closing around a nipple. He kissed it then sucked it hard, taking it into his mouth.

  Seeing the passionate way he took me only made me more aroused. I loved feeling him suck my skin, tasting me. He kissed my entire chest, exploring each breast while he dug his fingers into my skin, trembling slightly.

  My head rolled back and I closed my eyes while I enjoyed how good it felt. It never felt this way before, this amazing. With every other guy, I felt used and tarnished. Cayson made me feel loved and sexy at the same time.

  “God, you’re beautiful.” He licked the valley between my breasts. His mouth moved all the way to my throat, tasting me. He stopped when he reached my chin, placing a gentle kiss there.

  My hands moved to the button of his jeans and undid them. Then I tried to yank them down.

  Cayson hooked one arm around my waist then stood up, still kissing my neck. He pulled his jeans down with one hand then kicked them off, not breaking his focus on me. Then he sat back down, in his briefs.

  His hands moved to the top of my leggings then he yanked them down. He got them over my ass before he rolled me to the couch then pulled them the rest of the way off. I wore a matching black thong. I wasn’t sure what would happen tonight, but I wanted to be prepared.

  Cayson stared at me for a moment, taking me in. His eyes lingered on my legs before he grabbed them and adjusted me on the couch. Then he pulled one over his shoulder and kissed the inner thigh.

  My body had never been worshipped like this. My hands fisted his hair, feeling the soft strands.

  His mouth moved to the opposite thigh, kissing it in the same way.

  My head rolled back, loving the way he was making me feel. He was already an amazing lover.

  Then he moved up my stomach, kissing the skin around my bellybutton. He kissed the area of my ribs then moved back down to my hips. He pulled down my thong slightly and he kissed the now exposed area, lighting me on fire.

  “Cayson…”

  He immediately moved up my body and crushed his lips against mine, like he needed the embrace in order to survive.

  My hands glided down his strong back, feeling every muscle. When I reached his briefs, I gripped the brim then slowly pulled them down, exposing him. I didn’t look because our lips were engaged but I felt every inch of him as he was revealed. His length lay against my stomach, and I didn’t need to look at it to know how large it was. He definitely put Zack to shame. I pulled the fabric down to his knees and he kicked them off the rest of the way.

  When he was naked, he ended our embrace and stared at me, waiting for me to look.

  I gripped his biceps and glanced down. Instinctively, I licked my lips, liking what I saw.

  Cayson moaned while he watched me, the excitement in his eyes.

  I wrapped my hand around his shaft and rubbed him gently, massaging the tip with my thumb.

  He breathed hard while he felt me. Then he grabbed my thong and slid it off. When it was gone, he stared at me for a moment before his eyes moved to mine again.

  I didn’t kiss him. Instead, I felt his naked body against mine. We’d been friends my entire life and I never thought of him this way before. But now we’re together. And it felt right. It made me wonder why we hadn’t done this a long time ago. “You’re beautiful.”

  “Not as beautiful as you,” he whispered. He hooked his arm around my waist then pulled me to him as he stood up. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and he carried me into his bedroom.

  He carefully laid me on his bed, my head hitting his pillow. Then he pressed his head to mine. “I want to taste you.”

  I knew what he meant. “I do too.”

  He kissed my chest and stomach as he moved down. When he reached the area between my legs, he gently kissed me.

  And I went wild.

  He rubbed his tongue against my clitoris, making a circular motion. Then he slipped his tongue inside me, applying the right amount of pleasure in all the right places.

  I writhed on the bed, gripping his hair with one hand and the sheets with the other. “Cayson…”

  His thumb moved to my clitoris, applying the same circular motion.

  My head was spinning. My heart was racing. I couldn’t control my breathing. He was making me feel so good, better than I’ve ever felt. His mouth was warm and inviting, sending me to a climax so strong I almost didn’t recognize it. “Oh my god…”

  Cayson continued to please me, making it last as long as possible.

  When the sensation passed, I was out of breath. My hand moved through my hair, unsure what else to do. I was disoriented, caught off guard by how good it felt.

  Cayson moved back up my body slowly, my moisture still on his lips.

  “Why the hell did we wait so long?” I blurted.

  He smirked slightly. “You tell me.”

  “God, you’re good at that. You’re fucking hot.”

  His cheeks blushed slightly. “I’m glad you think so.”

  “Like, really hot. Wow.”

  He kissed my chest, probably trying to hide his face. “I’m glad I can please you. I’ve never gotten so much pleasure out of it.”

  “Until now.” I pushed him to his back then climbed on top of him.

  His head hit the pillow and he looked up at me with desire in his eyes.

  I moved down his body until I met his cock. It was thick and long, and it twitched when I came near. I grabbed his shaft then put his tip in my mouth, moaning as I did it. I hated giving head. It was the worst. But with Cayson, I enjoyed it, despite his large size.

  Cayson breathed hard while he lay back on the pillow. His hands moved to my hair, pulling it from my face. Then he gripped it with one hand, fisting it.

  I took him deep in my throat, as far as I could go.

  “Skye…”

  I moved up and down, doing my best to give him the most amazing blowjob of his life. He certainly gave me the best head I’d ever received.

  His other hand rested on the back of my neck, guiding me slightly when he got really into it. “Fuck, that feels good.”

  I sucked his tip then ran my tongue across it before I took him deep again.

  He breathed hard, his chest rising and falling. “Skye…I’m going to come.” He cupped my neck, getting ready.

  I didn’t pull him out. I kept going, wanting to taste him.

  He continued to breathe hard. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, pull me out.”

  I deep-throated him again.

  He took a few more breaths before he suddenly tensed. A deep moan from the back of his throat escaped his lips. He gripped my neck, holding on. “Mmm…” He filled me, releasing into me.

  I swallowed it as it came, noting how much it was. When I was certain he was finished, I licked his tip then pulled him out.

  He was still catching his breath, winded.

  I crawled up his chest then leaned over him.

  “You’re really good at that…”

  “Only because I enjoyed it.”

  He cupped my face and kissed me gently. The kiss lasted for several seconds, the connection passing between us. Then he pulled away, affection in his eyes. “You blew my mind.”

  “I think I blew your load.”

  He chuckled then smirked at me. “That too, definitely.”

  I lay next to him, getting comfortable on his bed.

  Cayson pulled the sheets over him then snuggled close to me. His hand moved through my hair while he stared at me, his eyes boring into mine. “I’ve never seen or shared anything so beautiful in my life.”

  My heart convulsed at his words. I never expected Cayson to be such a gentle lover. Nor did I expect him to be so romantic and tender. He was thoughtful, passionate, and sexy. “Nor have I.”

  He continued to move his hand through my hair, his eyes never leaving my face. He stared at me like I was a work of art, a piece on the wall of a great museum. I realized then that I recognized that lo
ok. He’d given it to me hundreds of times. I just didn’t recognize it before. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice…”

  “I wasn’t very discreet about it.”

  “And everyone told me…but I thought they were just joking.”

  “No, definitely not.” His hand moved to my shoulder, touching the skin lightly. “But it’s okay. It took us awhile to get here, but it happened. And that’s all that matters.”

  “Yeah…” I grabbed his hand then brushed a kiss across his knuckles.

  His eyes softened when he looked at me.

  “Is that why you never wanted to talk about your personal life?” I whispered.

  “Yeah.”

  “I feel so stupid now.”

  “Don’t,” he said gently.

  “Is that why you hated Zack?”

  He chuckled slightly. “No. That guy was a dick. I hated him regardless. But more so because you noticed him and not me.”

  “I wasn’t thinking clearly…” Zack would always be one of my biggest regrets.

  “It’s in the past. Let it go.”

  My hand moved to his chest, feeling the mound of muscle underneath. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Skye, you can ask me anything. You know that.”

  “It’s about your personal life.”

  “You can ask about that too.”

  “How many girls have you been with?” I was just curious. Since he never talked about his rendezvous, I really had no idea.

  He thought for a moment. “I’m not sure. More than fifteen but less than twenty.”

  That was more than I expected. “Were they ever serious?”

  “No. A lot of them were similar arrangements to the one I had with Jasmine.”

  “Oh.” I didn’t like thinking about her. I got jealous all over again. “On the plane, you told me you were in love with a girl. Who was it?”

  He smirked. “Seriously? You haven’t figured that out yet?”

  “I just wanted to make sure…”

  “I guess you are stupid,” he said with a laugh.

  I hit his arm gently. “Hey. Don’t be mean.”

  He pulled me closer and kissed my forehead. “You’re the only one, Skye. It’s always been you.”