Raising Cain

by Scarlett Jade

  “Grace…” he warned softly, but she paid no heed. She was already in deep, and she wanted to go all the way.

  Her lips pressed gently against the tip of his dick, a feather-soft kiss that made him hiss. Opening her mouth, she wrapped it just around the head. The porn star in the movie had done exactly that. She wasn’t sure what to do with her tongue, so she swirled it around the head, licking it like he was her very favorite candy in the whole wide world. A firm, plum sized, Drake flavored lollipop.

  Apparently, she was doing it right because he was moaning. Feeling emboldened, she grasped the base of his dick and took more of him into her mouth, gagging slightly as her lips met her fingers. She withdrew, then took him in again, licking and sucking his copious length. His hands came to her hair, and she winced slightly as he gripped it in his fist. Surprisingly, it turned her on as he began arching into her mouth and guiding her over his dick.

  The throbbing between her legs became unbearable as she sucked him. Pulling back, she pressed a kiss to the tip of his dick and whispered, “How was that?”

  He stared down at her with a hooded gaze and murmured, “Where the hell did you learn that?”

  Grace stood and wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips a fraction of an inch from his. “I watched pornos.”

  “Well, you learned a lot, apparently,” he whispered.

  “I’m a good student,” she breathed.

  “I can teach you,” he promised.

  “Then stop talking about it. I’m tired of lectures, I want the hands on work,” Grace retorted, pressing her lips against his.

  The kisses they’d shared in the kitchen had been nothing compared to this. Her nipples hardened to the point of painful against the roughness of his chest, and she longed to rub herself all over him to soothe the ache she felt. As if he knew exactly what she was feeling, his hand came between them to palm her breasts and pinch her nipples. She moaned into his mouth.

  His fingers left her breast, and she moaned again, wanting him to return. Instead, his hands came to her shoulders, and he pulled the flimsy straps of her lingerie down until they hung around her elbows. Her breasts were bared to him, and he slid an arm around her and bent her back, supporting her weight on his forearm. Grace throbbed with desire, knowing she was bared to him. As his warm, wet mouth came around her nipple, she groaned loudly.

  His tongue swirled around the tip of her nipple, then he sucked it into his mouth. Oh, God! I’m going to have to remember this for later… He moved from one breast to the other, sucking and nibbling at her until she couldn’t take it anymore.

  “I need…” she started, and he pulled her up to standing.

  “You need to take those panties off and lie back on the chaise,” he interrupted, and she shivered at the demand.

  Turning her back to him, she peeled off her top slowly and tossed it behind her, not glancing to see where it landed. Her fingers came to the thin strings of her panties, and she hooked her thumbs in them, bending completely at the waist and going all the way to her toes to pull them off.

  She squealed as he was suddenly behind her, the firm flesh of his dick against her ass. His fingers parted her lips, and she almost lost her balance as he swirled a dampened finger around her clit.

  “Oh, God!” she sobbed out, her fingertips touching the floor for balance.

  “Don’t tease me unless you want me to tease you,” Drake warned. His voice softened as he murmured, “My God, you’re wet.”

  Grace bit her bottom lip as one finger slowly slid inside her. A loud moan escaped her lips as another entered her wet heat. “Yes…”

  His fingers left her and slid between her lips to part them and swirl around her clit again. “Do you like it?”

  “Yes!” she moaned. “Please!” He withdrew then, and she stood, pouting as she did so. “You stopped.”

  “I told you to get on the chaise.” He pointed, and Grace shivered again. She clambered up on the leather chaise and lay back.

  “Okay.”

  “Spread your legs,” he whispered.

  Her legs fell open, her ankles dangling off either edge of the chaise. “Okay…”

  “Do you know how to make yourself come, Grace?” Grace jumped at the question and blushed.

  “No.”

  “Today you’re going to learn,” Drake murmured. “I want you to know how to please yourself while I’m gone. Because I’m going to call you, and you’re going to do it when we’re on the phone. Have you ever heard of phone sex?”

  Grace blushed hot. “Yes,” she finally panted out.

  “First, you’re going to part your lips.” She hurried to spread them with her hands. “Beautiful. So wet for me. Now I want you to take your finger and swirl it around your clit. Close your eyes and imagine it’s my tongue, Grace.”

  She bit her bottom lip and felt herself blush hotter. The look in his eyes brooked no argument, and she closed her eyes and fumbled between her lips to find her clit. “Here?” she asked, her breath hitching as she rubbed around the hardened pearl.

  “Right there. Imagine I’m licking you. Around and around that hard little clit. Are you getting wet, Grace?” he drawled.

  Grace could barely think through the sensations flooding her. Her clit throbbed, aching as she circled it. “Yes,” she panted.

  “Use two fingers and see if you like that,” Drake offered.

  She followed his instruction, using two fingers to swirl around her clit. “Mmm, yes. I like that,” she choked out.

  “Finger yourself. See how wet you are,” he insisted, and reluctantly she dipped one finger inside herself. “Both fingers, Grace,” he demanded then, and she obliged him, dipping into herself. “Now back to your clit.”

  She took her wet fingers back to her throbbing clit and moaned loudly at the wet, hot slickness. “Yes…”

  “Again,” he demanded, and she did so, dipping into herself and bringing up the wetness to her clit. Her moan came louder this time, and he murmured, “Do you want my tongue there, Grace?”

  Her fingers worked her clit, and she used her other hand to dip two fingers into her wetness. The throb of desire became unbearable, and she fingered herself faster, her other hand rubbing hard on her clit now. “Oh!” she moaned.

  “That’s right, Grace. Imagine my tongue is on your throbbing, aching clit and my fingers are deep inside you. I want you to come for me. Don’t stop until you can’t bear it anymore, then go a little further. Come for me, Grace.” She could barely hear him over the roar of desire in her ears. She rubbed even harder on her clit, and she lost the ability to breathe as a wave of ecstasy crashed over her head and took her under.

  She went wild then, her fingers moving faster in her clenching heat. All she could see was Drake’s head between her thighs and feel his fingers inside her. “Yes!” she screamed out as she came.

  “Perfect. That was lesson one,” Drake murmured.

  Grace shivered in anticipation as she waited to learn lesson two.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Drake could barely control himself. Watching Grace pleasuring herself on the chaise was almost more than he could take. His breath caught with each inward stroke of her wetness, and he found a reason to exhale as she withdrew. As she came, he groaned, imagining for a moment he was inside her as her muscles clenched.

  “Perfect. That was lesson one,” he murmured. Her dark eyes went wide and a smile haunted the corners of her lips. Her cheeks were flushed with color, and she was willing, wanting, needing lesson two.

  “Stand up,” he demanded, enjoying how she scrambled off the chaise, her breath fast as she waited for his next order. “Put one knee on the chaise, both hands in front of you, bend over.”

  She was trembling as she did so. Drake knew it wasn’t fear, at least, not in the traditional sense. She was aroused and curious about where the night would lead. He knew exactly where, and he was altogether too willing to lead her down the path. Pulling a condom from the table beside the chaise, he opened
it with a flourish and rolled it slowly down his dick.

  “Now, I’m going to make love to you, Grace. What I want you to do is touch yourself. Just like I showed you. Right on your sensitive, aching clit. You’re going to come again.” Drake palmed her fleshy ass cheeks as he spoke. Positioning himself, he slid the head of his dick down so it bumped her sensitized flesh, and he relished her audible gasp. “Put your fingers there now, Grace.”

  Her fingers came to her clit, and her index finger brushed against the head of his dick. It was his turn to hiss now. “I’ll be gentle,” he murmured, easing slowly into her wet, hot heat.

  Her moan echoed through the basement, and Drake fought for control as he eased into her, inch after slow inch. Finally, when he was buried to the hilt, he withdrew again, just as painstakingly slow. She arched into him, gasping, wanting him to move faster, and he smiled.

  “Pleasure yourself, Grace.”

  Her walls clenched around him as he entered her again, spasms rocking her core. She was already close to coming again, and he bit his bottom lip and threw his head back as she did. Her body milked him, begging for his own release, one he wasn’t ready for her to have yet. He withdrew completely until her orgasm passed, then in one swift motion, entered her again.

  He couldn’t hold off any longer. “Don’t stop touching your clit,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. He took her then, hard and fast, her body jostled beneath him, and he gripped her hips, drilling deep into her body. It had been so long for him, and she felt so incredibly good. A keening moan bubbled in his throat, and he lost all concept of control as she clenched around him one last time. He exploded then, his fingers digging into her hips.

  “Grace…”

  “So,” she murmured breathlessly, taking him by surprise. “When’s lesson three?”

  “Soon,” he promised her. “I’m not done with you yet.” Withdrawing from her heat, he rolled off the condom and carefully placed it back in the wrapper. “A whole house, and no trash can.”

  “Next time,” she promised him, still bent over the couch, her full ass high in the air.

  “Lie back on the chaise,” he ordered, and she hurried to flip over.

  “Spread your legs.”

  He knelt then and hooked her legs over his shoulders. He pressed a kiss to one thigh, then the other, trailing kisses closer and closer to the wet apex of her thighs. Kissing her mound, he licked between her lips and smiled at her moan when he flickered against her sensitive clit. Burying his face in her, he licked quick then slow, hard then soft, up then down, around and around until she was bucking her hips up to meet his mouth. Sliding a finger down, he dipped it inside her, first one, then two. Teasing back and forth, filling her with two, and tempting with one.

  A small part of him worried about her piercing moans waking the baby, but he couldn’t stop. Her heat clenched around his fingers, and he sucked her clit then, his tongue fast on her nub until she shattered, her thighs quivering around him.

  He nipped her thigh gently, soothing the spot with his tongue. “Lesson three, I believe you got full marks on…”

  “Mmmm…” she murmured breathlessly. “Lesson four?”

  “Insatiable…” He laughed, easing her legs off his shoulders. “One minute.” He turned and pulled another condom from the wrapper and slipped it on.

  As he turned back, his dick jerked seeing Grace on the chaise with her legs parted wide and her mound glistening wet just for him.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, catching her legs behind the knees and pulling them up over his shoulders again. His dick slipped into her, and she moaned again. Drake loved watching her as he made love to her. She bit her bottom lip, her cheeks flushed as she held her breath, and her breasts bounced. “Play with your nipples,” he demanded, and her hands came to cup her full breasts, her fingers toying with the taut peaks. “Mmm, yes,” he whispered.

  He arched his hips, looking for the sweet spot high up. He knew the moment he found it, her eyes widened and her mouth made a perfect O, and no sound came out. He took her hard and fast, angling up perfectly to slide against her G-spot. When she caught her breath, she moaned and pinched her nipples harder.

  “Come, Grace.” Drake knew she was close, her walls were clenching around him, tighter and tighter and when she came, he followed close behind. “Lesson four,” he whispered.

  After he slipped off the condom, he crawled on the chaise with Grace and pulled her into his body. “I love you.”

  She rubbed his forearm for a moment, then whispered, “I love you.” Her breathy little voice cracked slightly, and he kissed her shoulder.

  “Don’t cry. I’ll be back soon,” Drake promised.

  “I know,” she sniffled. “It just. It was good.”

  “What? Sex?” Drake chuckled. “I’m glad.”

  “Well, I worried it wouldn’t be as good as the first time,” Grace admitted.

  “Was it?” Drake asked.

  “Good? Yeah, it was more than good,” Grace assured him.

  “Next time I’ll teach you lesson five, how about that?” Drake murmured as he kissed the nape of her neck. The vanilla coconut scent of her hair tortured him.

  “Sounds good.” She yawned slightly. “I’m tired.”

  “Let’s hide the evidence down here and go sleep,” Drake suggested. He needed to catch some shut eye before leaving early in the morning. His flight left at six, so he’d need to be at the airport by at least five. Their next gig was in New York City. Jacob’s Ladder would be playing on a late night comedian’s show, and they’d be at Times Square for a show.

  He hated to let Grace get up, and after one more squeeze he released her.

  “Back to reality,” she murmured, bitterness clouding her voice.

  “Hey, what just happened was reality.” Drake touched her shoulder and pulled her back into his arms.

  “I know, it’s not like you’re here all the time,” Grace muttered against his chest.

  “We can have fun even while I’m gone. You’ll see,” Drake promised her and kissed her cheek.

  They cleaned up in silence, draping a sheet back over the chaise and making sure everything was left as it should be. They dressed and headed upstairs to the first floor. Drake meandered into the kitchen and disposed of his condoms in a paper towel hidden in the trash.

  “Want something to drink?” Grace offered, bending over to look in the refrigerator.

  His dick jerked involuntarily, and he tried to think about anything else. “Yep, a soda would be fine,” he choked out, thinking about fluffy kittens and grandmas holding them.

  Grace handed him a soda, and she motioned upstairs. “Let’s go.”

  Drake followed her up, waiting outside the nursery as she peeked in on Cain. “Is he asleep?”

  She nodded and entered her bedroom. Drake followed behind. “Get comfortable,” she motioned to the bed. “I’m going to be back.”

  Drake stripped off his jeans and pulled his shirt back off, crawling into Grace’s bed in only his underwear. He could hear water running, and he assumed she was cleaning herself up. She returned a few minutes later wearing a nightshirt with a frog on the front. “Cute.” Drake patted the bed and smiled as Grace crawled in beside him.

  “Want to watch TV?” she offered, her voice low so Cain wouldn’t wake up.

  “Sure.” Drake sat up beside her, and she turned on the TV. She flipped through the channels and settled on a cooking show.

  Neither of them said much of anything, and Drake hated the tension in the room. “Are you okay?” he finally asked.

  “I’m fine,” Grace murmured as she sipped her drink.

  “Talk to me.” Drake bumped her shoulder with his.

  “I don’t know what to say. When you’re here with me like this, it feels like we could have a forever. Then you go and I get used to being alone. Then you’re back and I want you and I know Cain loves you. The stupid doubts linger around. I worry you might one day find someone prettier than me
, without all the baggage I have.”

  Drake put his soda on the nightstand and turned to her. “Look at me.” Finally her dark eyes met his. “I had plenty of opportunities to be with someone else before we got back together. It never happened. It’s not going to happen now. I’m going to stay loyal to you. Your baggage doesn’t bother me. I love Cain. And more beautiful than you? Have you looked in the mirror recently and seen what I see? When I look at you, I forget how to think. Hey, tell you what. Be right back. Stay right here.” He hopped off the bed and rushed downstairs. His guitar sat by the door in the case. He knew it was the perfect time.

  Pulling the guitar up, he ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Grace still sat on the bed, palming her soda. “I want to sing to you.”

  Her eyes flew wide. “Really?”

  “I want to sing the song I wrote. I mean, I know you heard it in concert. I want to sing to you, just you.” Drake crawled up on the bed and strummed the tune. He stared deep into her eyes and sang. Her eyes lit up and went soft. He finished the song and smiled at her. “Did you like it?”

  “It was perfect.” She placed her soda on the nightstand and crawled over, kissing him.

  Drake caught his hand in her hair and kissed back. Desire pulsed between them again, and he fought to pull back. “We should sleep.”

  Her arms came around him. “Thank you for my song. I’m going to check on Cain one last time.”

  “Okay.” Drake put the guitar beside the bed and leaned back against the pillows. She came back with a smile on her lips.

  “He’s sleeping so peacefully.” She crawled up beside him and lay on his chest. Drake wrapped his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

  “I love you,” he murmured after a while. There was silence from Grace. Glancing down at the girl in his arms, he smiled seeing she was asleep. Easing her over on her pillow, he kissed her cheek again. “Ah, Grace…”

  He checked the time and groaned as he realized it was nearly two in the morning. If he slept now he’d be miserable the rest of the day. Turning off her TV, he eased out of bed and pulled his clothes back on. Peeking in on the baby, he stroked the pale blond hair off the baby’s forehead. “See you soon, little man.”