by Vi Keeland
“I came to speak to you.”
My fright easily transformed into anger. “That’s right. We need to talk. You barked that to me in a text earlier.” I stretched the truth. “While I was saying goodnight to my date.”
Caine’s jaw flexed. “I’m glad you at least came home.”
I wanted to hurt him the way he’d hurt me. “Yes. I prefer a quick fuck and then to come home and sleep in my own bed.”
He spoke between gritted teeth. “Let’s go upstairs and talk, Rachel. I don’t want to have this conversation in the lobby of your building.”
“What conversation? I get it, Caine. You’re not interested. Well, your dick might be, but you’re not.”
He glared at me. “Five minutes. Can we please go upstairs and talk like adults?”
I glared right back. “Fine.”
The air crackled in the small elevator as we rode up to the third floor. I sensed Caine’s eyes on me, but refused to look anywhere but forward. When the elevator dinged on level three, it was reminiscent of a bell to start the next round of boxing. Round nine, coming up.
My apartment was small, but it suddenly felt like a shoebox. I dropped my purse in the kitchen and was about to relieve my throbbing feet from their torturous high heels when I thought better of it. I needed to stand taller, as close to eye to eye as I could come with Caine.
The tension grew each second as neither of us uttered a word. Finally, it was Caine who cracked under the pressure.
“I didn’t want you to make a mistake you’d regret because of the way we left things. But since I’m too late, maybe I should go.”
“You’re such an asshole!” I shouted.
Caine glared at me. His jaw was clenched so tight, I thought it possible he might crack a tooth. Seeing him pissed off made me feel stronger, fueled me. I was like a drug addict, and each burst of his anger was my fix. I wanted more.
“The world does not revolve around you. There are plenty of reasons to sleep with Davis that have nothing to do with you being an asshole. Let’s see…” I counted with my fingers. “One, he’s honest with himself. He doesn’t make up excuses to avoid the truth. Two, he admits when he’s wrong. Like tonight when he told me how much he misses me and wants me back.”
Caine’s nostrils were flaring, so I thought I’d help the explosion along.
“Three, he’s good in bed. Attentive and generous. You know, now that I think about it, there’s probably a relationship between being honest with yourself and your feelings and being a good fuck.”
Caine stood still, though I caught his fist clenching and unclenching by his side as he maintained control. The man was so frustrating and unbreakable. Infuriated, I went toward the kitchen to get something to drink. When he didn’t move out of my way, I brushed past him intentionally.
“Move, asshole.”
My breath caught as he grabbed my elbow from behind and spun me around. “You think honesty and being a good fuck go hand in hand? Here’s one that will cement you being right in calling me an asshole. You’re standing here telling me how you fucked another man, and all I can think about is how much would you hate me tomorrow if I showed you what it was like to be really fucked. Not nicely fucked. Pushed up against the wall and fucked while I suck on your skin hard enough to leave marks—so the next time you take your clothes off to get back at me, the asshole knows I’ve been there.”
Caine used his grip on my elbow to pull me against his chest. We were eye to eye.
My voice shook when I spoke. “I didn’t sleep with Davis to get back at you.”
“Then why did you fuck him, Rachel?”
This was a moment of truth. Keeping my eyes on his, I swallowed my pride and whispered, “I didn’t sleep with him. I just said that to piss you off.”
His eyes darkened to almost black. We stared at each other for a long time, letting everything sink in, and then his grip on me released. At first, I thought he was rejecting me again. Then I saw his hand at his belt buckle.
“Turn around. Bend over, and put your hands against the wall.”
I looked at him in question, too at a loss for words to make a sound.
He lifted his chin toward the wall a few feet behind me. “The wall.” His buckle unfastened, he tugged his belt, and it made a sharp whooshing sound as he pulled it through all of the loops in one smooth motion. “Hold on tight.”
It felt like I was having an out-of-body experience as I turned and walked to the wall. I could see myself bending and splaying my fingers wide as if I were floating somewhere above, watching it all unfold in slow motion. I felt the warmth of Caine’s body behind me before he spoke.
“This little dress…” The fabric barely covered my ass in this position, but he lifted the skirt until it was up over my bent waist, exposing my entire ass. “You wanted to taunt me with this little fucking dress, didn’t you?”
I didn’t think he actually expected an answer—wasn’t sure I was capable of one either. But I was wrong.
“Didn’t you? Say it. Tell me you wanted to taunt me.”
I nodded. “Yes. I wore it for you.”
His hand connected with my ass with a loud smack. He’d slapped me. Hard.
“That’s for being evil when I was trying to be so good.”
Oh, God. I felt a surge of wetness between my legs and gasped. He leaned over, covering my body with his, and pushed my hair to one side to kiss the back of my neck. I could feel his arousal at my ass, even through the jeans he still wore. His hot breath sent a shiver through my body.
“You liked that, didn’t you? I’ll remember that.”
Then suddenly he straightened, and cool air hit my body. His fingers slipped under my G-string, and he dragged it down my legs until he was kneeling with the material at my feet. “Spread wider.”
He dipped down and came up with his mouth directly between my legs. I whimpered and hoped my knees didn’t give way as he buried his entire face in my pussy. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate and rough. He sucked hard on my clit and lapped at my arousal like I was his last meal and he was starving. I felt my orgasm build faster than it’d ever happened before, and I thought I might not be able to maintain my balance.
“So fucking sweet…” Caine groaned. “So fucking wet for me.” He pushed two fingers inside, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
I moaned. “Caine.”
He pushed in and out. “So fucking tight.”
“Caine.” My cries grew desperate. “God, Caine.”
He answered by standing and leaning over me again. The hand that wasn’t inside me pulled my face to the side, and his mouth crushed to mine. His fingers never stopping, his tongue joined in unison. It was all so fast—too much. His hard-on pushed against the hot spot his hand had left on my ass, his fingers moved inside of me, his mouth, his tongue, his smell—all of it. My orgasm hit me violently, a series of whimpers swallowed by Caine as he kept going and going until I could barely breathe.
We both panted wildly, him still bent over me. Every breath tickled the goosebumps that had formed under the sheen of sweat on my skin.
“You okay?” he asked.
I answered with a goofy smile. “Oh my God, yes. Never better.”
He chuckled. “You want to finish against the wall or in your bed?”
“Finish? I thought I already did.”
“No, Feisty.” He stood and scooped me into his arms. “You’re just getting started.”
If that was the truth, I was a little scared, because what already happened had totally kicked my ass. He must’ve read my mind.
Caine kissed my lips as he cradled me in his arms. “Bed. We’ll give your legs a rest.”
I liked that choice. Leaning my head against his chest I let him know. “I can definitely use a rest.”
“I said your legs were getting a rest—not the rest of you.”
Rachel
I leaned up on my elbows, enjoying the show.
Caine caught me watching and
smirked. “You know, you could help me out a little and undress yourself while I’m getting undressed.”
“But I’m enjoying myself just fine watching you.”
He shook his head and continued to unbutton his shirt. His jeans were unfastened and had slipped down a bit on his narrow waist. My eyes were glued to the deeply carved V on display as he finished and tossed his shirt to the floor.
“You should teach with no shirt on.”
“I’m sure administration would like that.”
“They’d like the increase in enrollment from all the women who would transfer from colleges with ugly, old professors.”
“Is that so?” Caine’s lip twitched, and his hand went to the zipper of his pants. He tugged them down and stepped out. My eyes dropped to his boxer briefs—or rather to the thick bulge on full display. I knew he was watching me, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
Since I was enjoying the show so much, Caine must’ve decided to really give me one. His hand wrapped around his thick arousal, and he stroked up and down through his underwear.
“If I’m going to teach shirtless, I might as well leave off the pants, too.” He squeezed, and when I looked up at him, our eyes met.
I swallowed. “I think just no shirt would be better.”
“Oh yeah. Why is that?”
I licked my lips. “Because that’s mine.”
Caine’s wicked smile said he liked that comment. He hooked two fingers into either side of his boxers and bent to step out of his underwear. His thick cock bobbed high onto his stomach.
“Jesus Christ.” I thought I’d only thought it, but apparently I said it out loud.
Using his teeth and one hand, Caine opened a condom I hadn’t noticed he was holding onto and sheathed his length before raising one knee to climb onto the bed.
“Don’t worry. We’ll go slow. That re-virginized pussy will be sore tomorrow, but only from multiple rounds, not from me taking you too fast. Now, let’s get you out of this dress.”
Caine took the hem of my dress and pulled it up over my head. With my underwear long gone, I was left in only my bra and shoes. Reaching around, he unhooked the clasp with one hand. Tomorrow I’d probably obsess over the fact that he had more experience removing a bra than I did, but right now I was only grateful he didn’t waste any time fumbling.
He leaned back to take me in. “You’re beautiful.” He cupped one of my breasts, stroking the nipple with his callused thumb. “These tits. They’ve been making me insane for weeks. I can’t tell you how many times I lost track lecturing when I looked over at you and saw them poking through your shirt.”
His mouth lowered to my breast, and he lashed it with his tongue before sucking my nipple deep into his hot mouth. He looked up at me as he licked and nibbled, our eyes locked while he took in exactly what caused different reactions. Caine’s intense attentiveness was finally making me squirm for much more enjoyable reasons.
Cool air hit my hardened nipples as his mouth moved up to my neck. He sucked on the sensitive skin below my ear while my hands explored his body. When he bit down on my earlobe at the same time he pinched my excruciatingly hardened nipple, I dug my nails into his back.
Caine groaned. “We’ll get to that later. Once I’ve broken you in, we’ll explore how rough you like it. I bet you’ll like your hair pulled while you’re on all fours with a red ass and my cock filling this sweet little pussy.” Caine’s hand lowered, and he ran two fingers over my slick center before dipping them inside. “Soaked. You like the thought of that, don’t you?”
When I didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, Caine crooked his fingers inside me and rubbed a spot I knew could set me off. Since I was incapable of replying verbally anymore, I reached down between us and wrapped my hand around the length of him, giving a good, hard squeeze. After a few pumps, Caine shifted fully on top of me and took my mouth. His tongue flicked against my lips, instructing me to open, then slipped inside to find mine. I was completely lost in the kiss, feeling it everywhere on my body. There was a hunger to it I’d never experienced before. I had no restraint. I wanted to give him everything he was about to take and more.
Caine lifted a bit, enough so he could look down at me, but our bodies were still touching. Our eyes locked as he rubbed the length of him up and down my entrance, coating himself with my wetness. Then he began to push inside. Just a few inches at first, before pulling almost all the way back out and repeating it slowly. Each thrust went a little deeper, stretched me a little wider.
When he finally gripped my hips and bore down, filling me completely, my eyes fluttered closed. It felt so good to be completely overwhelmed by this man. I’d been fighting it since the day we met, and giving in was such an emotional relief.
“Open your eyes, Rachel.” Caine wiped a stray hair from my face and whispered, “I didn’t think you could be any more beautiful to look at. But your face with me inside of you is…I have no words...”
Reaching down, he cupped a hand behind my thigh, prompting me to bend my leg at the knee and allow him to sink even deeper inside me.
“Caine…” My body began to tremble.
“I know…”
He took his time, but the intensity just kept building. Each thrust went deeper as we began to move in unison, rocking back and forth. I felt him inside me in so many ways.
I moaned through my orgasm, struggling to keep my eyes open but wanting to share how good he made me feel. When I’d started to come down, Caine sped up, driving into me faster and harder as if he were chasing my release with his own. I loved the way he said my name over and over as he climaxed inside of me. It was more therapeutic than any music had ever been for me.
We held each other as Caine continued to move in and out of me for a long time after—lazy, unhurried strokes as we caught our breath and shared easy smiles. Eventually, though, he had to stop to deal with the condom. When he lifted from the bed to go into the bathroom, a chill rushed over my damp skin.
I hoped it wasn’t a sign that once the heat was over, things with Caine would be getting cold again.
Rachel
Caine surprised me by returning to the bed with a warm facecloth and gently washing me up. No man had ever been so tender in aftercare with me. The way he took the cloth to my sensitive skin was so intimate and thoughtful, it made my shoulders—which had tensed when he’d gotten up—relax again.
“Good?” His voice was low and soft.
“Yes. Thank you.”
He disappeared back into the bathroom, and I heard the sink run for a few minutes. Then he emerged again. He was quiet as he picked up his clothes, slipping on his boxers and then jeans. Perhaps I’d relaxed a bit too prematurely.
“What are you doing?” I tried not to sound too snarky, but didn’t quite hit the mark.
He was looking down, zippering, and stopped to look up at me. “Getting dressed.”
“I can see that. But is there a reason you’re running out the door so fast?”
Caine’s brows furrowed. I realized he hadn’t even given any thought to what he was doing. He was on autopilot.
“This is what you do every time after…you’re with a woman, isn’t it?”
His jaw flexed. “It’s late.”
“Whatever. Go.”
I looked away, not wanting to let him see the disappointment I knew was impossible to hide on my face. The rustle of clothing pissed me off more and more each second. Five minutes ago he’d been so sweet and tender, and now it was back to Professor Asshole.
I couldn’t help myself. I was, after all, feisty. “You’re really an asshole, you know that?”
Caine froze, buttoning his shirt. “I believe you’ve told me that before, so yes, I’m aware I’m really an asshole. What I’m surprised about, though, is that you don’t seem to be as aware of it as I am, yet you’re the one who likes to remind me of my asshole status.”
The man could get me so damn angry. It was like a switch flipped inside of me and I turned into some
psycho bitch I didn’t recognize.
“Are you going to leave cash on the end table?”
His eyes blazed. He was silent as he glared at me. I braced, waiting for the response I saw coming.
“I don’t think you’re a whore, Rachel. In fact, I think you’re just the opposite—a nice girl. That’s the problem.”
“What are you talking about?”
Caine finally looked me straight in the eyes to answer. “When things end, or better yet, when I fuck things up, I’m going to hurt you.”
“You don’t know that.”
He scoffed. “Yes, I do, Rachel.”
Deep down, a part of me knew he was right. But I couldn’t let him see that. “You’re so full of yourself, you’ve already decided you’re going to break my heart. Did you ever stop to think maybe it’s me who will break your heart someday? Maybe I’m just using you for your body.”
Caine’s brows rose. I was completely full of shit, of course, but he didn’t need to know that. All he needed to do was stay. I wasn’t ready for him to leave me. Not tonight…not yet.
When his eyes dropped to my breasts, I was reminded that the one thing Caine couldn’t deny was his attraction to me. So, I’d have to capitalize on that until I could figure out the rest. Reaching up, I cupped my breasts and gave them a good squeeze. Unbridled lust flared in Caine’s eyes, and the control in the room shifted. If sex was the way I could get that right now, so be it.
Moving one hand down my body as seductively as I could, I shut my eyes and reached between my legs. When I opened them and saw the way Caine was looking at me, I knew I’d won this round—even if it was only a small battle in what I guessed was going to be a long war.
“Is that a problem?” I asked. “If I use you for your body?”
He answered by unbuttoning the shirt he’d just put on. “Not at all.”
While he was making quick work of his clothes, I knelt on the bed. He was fully aroused again, even though he’d come less than fifteen minutes ago. In fact, it seemed even bigger now. If I hadn’t been so turned on, I might’ve been a little scared of that thing.