“Well you know what’s best for your son,” I said. “But whenever I’m out of that house, I’m not looking back. They’re never getting anywhere near my kids.”
“Keep your head down and don’t get knocked up then,” she said with a wink. “Take care of yourself first. You can’t always trust a man to do it.”
“Yeah, I know.”
I looked over at Kaine who knelt in front of the man with the dirty suit. The man actually looked at him and responded when Kaine spoke. Through the beard, I even thought I saw the man smile.
“I’ll be damned,” Marie breathed. “We all thought Carl was mute and definitely never saw him smile before.”
Kaine shook Carl’s hand and patted his shoulder before he stood and began walking back toward us.
“Want to head back?” I asked when he approached our fire, desperately hoping he would say yes. The urge to be alone with him was overwhelming.
“Sure, if you’re ready.” He turned to Marie. “It was nice to meet you. You too, little man.”
He waved at Jeremy as Marie and I hugged goodbye.
“Love you, sis. See you soon.”
“You too. Remember what I said,” she whispered into my hair.
Kaine and I walked silently away from the camp until we were out of earshot until he turned to me, cupping my neck with his hand.
“Everything alright?” he asked with heartfelt concern in his eyes.
My sister’s warning was a tiny whisper compared to what my heart and body told me I wanted.
What I needed.
“I don’t want to go home.”
Kaine stepped in closer as he caressed his thumb over the apple of my cheekbone and said the words I needed so desperately.
“Come home with me, then.”
FIFTEEN
KAINE
The tension between Maggie and I was as thick as the bulge in my pants.
We walked away from the camp without exchanging a single touch as if the tension between us would set off on a hair trigger and we'd go at each other uncontrollably like animals.
Not until I led her to my car and we got inside that metal box like it protected us, or maybe protected the world from us, did we ease some of the building pressure.
I reached across the passenger seat to cup the delicate nape of her neck and pulled her to me. She gave no resistance as my lips crashed into hers.
Heat spread through my body starting from my mouth as I kissed her. My heart jumped against my sternum as if trying to leap directly into her hands that pressed against my chest.
This passion, this connection between us seemed so pure and powerful. How could it be wrong? How could God Himself truly be against this? Just because it felt good?
"Please," Maggie murmured against my lips. "I need you. I need this."
Her legs moved across my lap, pressing against the rigid column so desperate to fill her.
"Let's get home," I whispered gruffly, stopping her hands before they went any lower. "So I can take care of you properly."
Somehow I drove to my apartment without causing an accident with how distracted I was. Every time I glanced over to the passenger seat, Maggie rubbed her thighs tightly against each other. I knew she was slick and hot beneath those jeans and my mouth watered at the mere thought of tasting her.
She snuck glances over at me while chewing her lip. I nearly veered off the road thinking of her sweet mouth wrapped around my cock.
A pang of jealousy hit me suddenly as I wondered how many men she'd been with. How many stupid college boys just unzipped and sat back selfishly as she pleased them? How many had felt the delicious, tight depth within her?
She was so beautiful, sassy and charming. She had to have more than her fair share of male attention.
I forced the thoughts from my mind as we pulled up to my place. None of it should have mattered. She was with me now. One thing I hated about the Christian faith was how it condemned women for having a past while forgiving men for sleeping with anyone.
I got out of the car and intertwined my fingers in hers as I led her up to the front door. I wanted to feel her at every possible opportunity and forget everything else.
My lips were finally on hers again the moment we got through the door. I cradled her head in my hands as I closed my eyes, savoring and relishing in her taste. She tasted so sweet and returned every kiss with equal passion and need.
I broke the kiss for just a moment to gently lean my forehead on hers.
"You're sure about this?" I asked in a husky whisper. "Do you really want this?"
"Yes," she breathed. "Kaine, I--"
My mouth descended on hers again as she spoke my name, my cock pressing eagerly against my zipper to be buried within her.
She moaned so softly, so sweetly into my mouth as I walked us in the direction of my bedroom, my hands supporting around her back and gently leading her.
In the back of my lust-filled brain, I remembered that I stashed the condoms I bought the other night in my bedside drawer. For a while, I didn't know if I'd ever need them.
I explored Maggie’s mouth, earlobes and neck with my lips until we came right up against the edge of the bed. The mattress caught her weight as she sank down and pulled me down on top of her.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, pressing the full length of my body against her. She fit so perfectly against me like we were two lost puzzle pieces that finally found each other to complete a perfect image.
A gasp escaped her mouth as my hard, heavy bulge pressed between her legs. Her cheeks flushed, mouth parted, and eyes were shut halfway closed in ecstasy. She was a perfect image of beauty and desire.
If lust was a liquid, my brain was thoroughly soaked in it. The consequences were a distant whisper as my thirst, my need for Maggie overtook me.
It had been a long, lonely six months until now. I never even looked at porn or thought of another woman between my ex-wife and her. I wasn't hurting or betraying anyone. It was human nature to crave affection and companionship.
"Kaine," came the lovely, breathy whisper below me.
"My Magdalene," I answered before capturing her mouth in mine again.
My fingers found their way under her shirt, gliding along the soft, warm skin of her belly. I lifted her shirt higher as I brought my lips to skim over her ribs and across her belly button.
Two small, green jewels on her navel glittered up at me in the window light.
"Do your parents know about this?" I asked, gently taking the piercing in my teeth as I looked up at her.
She shook her head as she grinned back down at me.
"Naughty girl," I murmured, planting a final kiss on her belly before moving on.
Just as I flicked open the button on her jeans, kissing her delightfully curving waist and hips, she stopped me.
"Just kiss me for a little bit longer," she whispered, her eyes widening nervously. "Please."
I was more than happy to oblige. As far as I was concerned, the world outside this bedroom didn't exist. As long as I was here with her, we could spend as much time as we needed.
"Of course. Whatever you need," I replied, lowering my mouth to hers again. "All I want is to please you."
Her soft body relaxed and molded to mine as I resumed tasting and savoring her sweet mouth. After a few minutes of warm, soft kisses, her touches grew bolder and more confident.
Her hips began rolling against mine as her hands slipped under my shirt and sailed up the skin of my back. I groaned into her mouth as her fingers dug into the muscles that were endlessly sore and overworked from my exercises. At this point I realized no matter how hard I pushed myself, my desire for her never waned.
When I sat up to yank my shirt off over my head, her eyes widened again but not from nervousness.
"Um, wow," she said, eating up my bare torso with her eyes. "You have an amazing body."
Nearly killing myself with every workout did have its advantages. I had visible abs now and my arms and shoulders explod
ed with muscle mass.
"No, you do," I shot back with a grin as I worked her shirt off over the luscious swells of her breasts.
A bright red flush crept up from her chest all the way to her cheeks as she moved to cover herself with her arms.
"Don't," I urged. "You're so, so beautiful."
I kissed her again gently to silently reassure her that we could still just do this and nothing else, even though I ached to feel her bare skin on mine.
Holding her thighs in place around my waist, I quickly flipped us over, eliciting a shriek of laughter from her.
My back crashed against the mattress as she grinned from her straddled position on top of me.
"Your muscles are so tight," she observed, digging into the knots of my shoulders and arms as her means of exploring me.
"Mmm," I replied and closed my eyes, relishing in the sensations of her small hands traveling across my skin and digging into the sore tissue. Somehow, she seemed to know exactly where to go to relieve my aches and pains.
“Ohh yes, beautiful.”
My moans became more eager as her lips poured kisses over my chest and traveling slowly lower. I kept my eyes closed but speared my fingers through her hair. When she reached her destination, I wanted a clear view of her face.
Her kisses grew hot and sensual as she made her way down my abs, sucking and biting gently over the hard ridges. It felt so good but took all of my willpower to not push her down further.
“Oh God, yes,” I hissed.
She slid her palm across the bulge in my pants, caressing up and down my achingly hard shaft. Her movement was slow but deliberate and drove me into a frenzy. Too many layers of clothing laid between our skin and I couldn’t feel her as much as my body begged to.
“Keep going, beautiful,” I urged, stroking her neck and her face. “I can’t take much more of your teasing.”
Instead, she stopped.
Even her lips on my treasure trail pulled away abruptly.
I lifted my head to look at her.
“Maggie, what’s wrong?”
The nervousness in her eyes returned when they glanced up to meet mine, before lowering down bashfully.
“I need to tell you something, Kaine.”
I sat all the way up and pulled her into my arms, filled with genuine concern for her and forgetting all about my cock in that moment.
“What do you need to tell me?”
Her heart rested against mine and thundered rapidly. I kissed her hair and trailed my fingertips down her arms as I waited for her to speak.
She finally looked up at me, eyes wide and bottom lip trembling.
“I’m a virgin.”
SIXTEEN
MAGGIE
I wanted to die from embarrassment.
I had no idea what he would do or think. From the moment we laid down in his bed, I only wanted to push it from my mind. But the hotter I got and the more my body responded to his touch, the greater my fear grew.
The fear that I had no idea what I was doing and he would be able to tell. But no one assumes you're a virgin past high school, so he would only think I was bad at it.
I desperately didn't want to disappoint him. I wanted to make him feel turned inside out, just like what he was doing to me.
I tried to keep going and fake it but my brain was panicking. He seemed to like it when I massaged his muscles and kissed down his body.
But when I touched his bulge, it felt so incredibly hard and big. There was no way that thing would fit inside me without giving myself away.
So I could only blurt out the truth and wait for his reaction.
He cupped my face in his hands, an action that never failed to give me butterflies.
"You're serious?" he asked quietly.
I nodded, unable to read his tone and expression.
"And you want me to be your first?"
Trying to swallow the dryness in my throat, I nodded again.
His smile felt like it lifted the heavy weight on my heart, which soared out of my chest when he kissed me.
"Don't look so terrified, sweetheart. I'm honored that you chose me." He wrapped around me even tighter. "You've had plenty of other opportunities, I'm sure."
"I dunno," I muttered, my cheeks still burning. "I guess but when the choice is me or Angie, she's objectively the hotter one."
"I disagree," he said firmly, stroking my hair. "I've only had eyes for you since that first night."
"I wanted you then, too," I confessed, digging my fingers into the taut muscles of his back. "Just to get it over with."
"I remember," he said with a smirk. "But that's not how it's gonna be, beautiful. You're going to enjoy every single second."
The force of his mouth crashing down on mine sent me pressing down into the mattress again. Most of my nerves were gone as we devoured each other hungrily, even more passionately than before.
But a bit of fear still lingered. I wondered if there would be pain. Plus, no man ever saw me naked before.
Kaine's hands cupped over my bra, rolling his thumbs over my sensitive nipples through the fabric. He rubbed and teased and kissed until I squirmed like a fish in his hands.
I gasped as he moved the barrier aside and popped one tender nipple into his mouth. Below our still-clothed waists, he rolled his hips in lazy gyrations between my legs.
My core throbbed with hot sensitivity as he pressed his hardness against me, amplified by his treatment of my nipples. My bra came away and he palmed both breasts, sucking and nibbling at the stiff peaks until they were just as hard as that bulge in his pants.
"Fuck me, Magdalene," he groaned, running his hands over my bare, flaming skin. "You are pure perfection."
He kissed his way down to my bellybutton piercing again before peering up at me with those sexy, sinful eyes.
"Will you let me play with your pussy, beautiful? It will make the main event much easier for you."
With a slight bite of my lip, I nodded. He had no idea how unbelievably hot it was to hear him say something so naughty and raunchy.
My pastor, a man of God, asking to go down on me. I was so fucking turned on I almost forgot to be nervous.
But when he finished peeling my jeans off, my legs snapped shut. No one had seen me down there, much less put their hand or mouth on it.
He just smirked as he massaged and explored over my thighs, ass, and hips.
"I already saw how wet you are," he said in a low whisper. "Your panties are soaked and trust me, nothing else in the world is sexier."
I couldn't tell which part of my body was hotter, my face or my vulva.
His mouth lowered to mine again but this time he teased me. His tongue just barely dragged over my lips and he pulled away when I tried to kiss him deeper.
At the same time, a finger drew lazy circles around my swollen, pulsing clitoris.
I gasped into his mouth. It was like he read my mind and knew exactly what I liked, slow and circular pressure.
"Is that good, beautiful?" His lips punctuated the question by sucking on my earlobe, which only made me pressed hard against him.
"Yes," I whimpered and allowed my thighs to relax, losing myself to my own senses overwhelmed with pleasure.
His fingers traveled lower until he cupped my entire swollen vulva, still through my panties which were absolutely dripping for him.
"It's so hot to feel how wet you are for me," he whispered. "Do you want to get filled up, beautiful?"
"Yes!" I cried, pleading for him now. I didn't realize until he said it but I felt so hollow, so unbearably empty.
He moved my panties aside and my vulva felt like it burned so hot against his palm. My hips bucked as if of their own will against his hand, needing so much more.
One finger pushed into my slick, hot entrance and then two.
"Have you done this to yourself before?" he asked.
"Mm-hmm," I nodded. "Does that make me a bad, sinful girl?"
I nearly covered my mouth in shock. Whe
re did that sentence come from? But Kaine smiled like he was pleased as he steadily fucked me with his hand.
"Oh yes," he replied. "And bad girls need to get punished." Without missing a beat, he covered my clit with his mouth and I felt transported to another dimension.
"Oh!"
The pleasure came on so strong and fast. I bucked my hips against his face. My fingers grazed over his scalp and held onto handfuls of his hair. My release came suddenly and without warning like a storm.
I'd orgasmed on my own before but never like that. His fingers filled me so deliciously and his tongue played my clit like a violin. At first, I wanted him because he was hot and most likely experienced, but he was beyond what I ever imagined.
The orgasms rolled into each other until my whole lower body was numb and trembling. He sat up, pleased with himself at the sight of me. I must have been bright red from head to toe and nearly comatose.
"I had... no idea that could be that good," I panted.
“It’s one of my lesser-known talents, I’d say,” he replied, scooting up on the bed to lie next to me.
“That didn’t really feel like punishment, though,” I remarked, looking over at him.
He smiled back, looking slightly smug with his arms folded behind his head, biceps bulging deliciously.
“Part of the punishment is that I’ve ruined you for all other men.”
“Who said I wanted any other man?”
“Don’t be so sure yet, beautiful.” His smile was cocksure enough as he adjusted his own bulge. “You haven’t seen the main event yet.”
“What are we waiting for, then?”
I reached for him, all my shyness gone. It was like my orgasms completely rewired my brain. All I wanted was to feel him all over me and inside of me.
“Relax,” he said with a chuckle, kissing and caressing my arm that landed on him. “Give your body a breather. I don’t want to wear you out too quickly.”
“Is this more punishment?” I pouted. “Making me wait on your cock after making me come with your mouth?”
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