by Grace Owens
“What, baby?” he murmured, kissing his way around my neck. The added friction of his scruff was enough to drive me insane.
“More. I need more,” I panted out just as one of his fingers entered me.
“Like this?” he asked, adding another finger.
I was already feeling so full and stretched out, but I still answered, “I want you inside me.”
“Not yet.” He grazed his lips over mine in a teasing manner, only hinting at what I wanted but never giving it to me fully. It was driving me insane. “Just let me watch you for a while.”
I wanted to point out that he’d watched me this morning, but his fingers picked up speed and talking was the last thing on my mind. The way he was curling his fingers inside me while he explored my body was as if he was trying to learn me in ways no other man ever had and that terrified me.
To even the playing field, I reached out my hand toward his jeans and the noticeable bulge that had formed there. I had barely made contact before he hissed and pulled away.
I wondered briefly what was wrong, before he said, “If you so much as touch my cock right now, Gertie, I’m going to fucking explode.”
To keep me from arguing, he bent down and took my nipple in his mouth at the same time he pressed his thumb against my clit. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, my toes curled, and while he didn’t let me touch his dick, I grabbed a hold of his muscular thigh to keep me grounded. Although it did little to help me as I stumbled over the edge and my body tensed up, the orgasm so powerful, I had no idea how Cailean would ever top it.
“Wow,” was all I could say as I watched him pull his fingers out and slip them inside his mouth.
Wha-
“Wow, huh?” His smug face appeared in front of mine and as much as I wanted to slap that look off his face, he had every right to be smug. “There’s more where that one came from.”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” I muttered through the sex-fog that orgasm had brought. I looked down at the impressive bulge in his jeans and then slowly drifted my gaze over his tattooed abs before landing on his face. “Should I…?”
“Should you what?” He went back to kissing my neck and up my jaw, before kissing the corner of my mouth. Again with the teasing.
“Help you.”
“You can help me by spreading your legs wide open for me.”
Okay, then. That was easy enough considering they had a mind of their own when it came to Cailean.
He never once took his eyes off me when he got off the bed and stood. I was staring right back at him when he started to remove his jeans and underwear. Again, I’d seen him naked when I had woken up in Vegas and again this morning, but standing in front of me like this, he looked completely different somehow. That famous ‘V’ was still there and it still had the same effect on me as it had before. A blush slowly worked itself up my cheeks as he caught me staring.
“You can stare all you want, baby,” he said with a husky chuckle as he made his way back to lay on top of me. “I’m all yours.”
Ignoring his declaration, I spread my legs for him and he settled between them. I knew I should have been nervous - this was pretty much our first time in my mind - but with tiny little snippets from Vegas flashing through my brain, all I felt was anticipation.
Instead of giving me what I really wanted, he moved his hips against mine and I could feel how hard he was as his dick hit me on my sensitive clit. He was looking down at me, much like he had earlier, and the moment felt too intimate. But, no matter how much I wanted to look away, his blue eyes held mine prisoner while he moved ever so slowly on top of me.
“Are you ready for my cock, Gertie?” he asked in a groan.
“Yes,” I managed to breathe out, the dirty talk only fueling my need for this man.
Holy hell, I felt close to another orgasm and if he kept going like he did, I would for sure explode again. How embarrassing would that have been? Coming twice before we even have sex as if I had never touched myself before.
He lined himself up and I grabbed a hold of his neck, silently urging him to kiss me. His lips met mine just as he pushed forward.
“Ah,” I moaned on instinct rather than will, feeling the burn as he continued to work himself inside me.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is it the baby?” he asked panicked and was about to pull out, but I stopped him, holding him tight between my thighs.
“I’m okay. I just need a minute to adjust,” I assured him. “I just didn’t remember you being this… big.”
I realized too late that I had basically given him a compliment, but the way he was slowly moving in and out of me quickly made me forget anything but the feel of him. I could feel myself relaxing around him and as soon as the tension left my body, so did whatever little pain I had felt.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he moaned in my ear as he picked up his speed. I started meeting his thrusts as if my body knew exactly what it was supposed to do. “So fucking tight. I’m not gonna last long.”
“Cailean,” I moaned as his fingers found my clit again. I was too sensitive from earlier and the way he was rubbing me only made it so much more intense.
“Come with me, babe,” he said.
I hitched my leg higher around his waist, causing him to slide in deeper and we both moaned at the new sensation. I didn’t know what to do with all the pleasure that was flowing through my body, it was almost as if it all became too much. I dug my nails into his hard ass as he pumped into me, trying to get him to go deeper.
“Fuck, Gertie,” he groaned and attacked my mouth in a hard kiss that left me in a puddle.
With one last pinch on my clit, I fell over the edge again, squeezing Cailean so close to me that I was sure we wouldn’t be able to tell where one started and the other ended. In my bliss, I could feel him tense over me as he groaned out his release as well.
“Bloody hell,” he whispered breathlessly as he kissed me.
“You could say that,” I agreed, trying to get my stiff fingers and legs to release him. I didn’t want to let him go, scared that it would burst the little bubble we had just created.
“I would stay inside you forever, but I don’t wanna crush you,” he whispered as if he had just read my mind, placing a hand on my belly.
I finally got my limbs to cooperate and reluctantly let him go. If he saw my hesitancy, he didn’t comment on it for which I was grateful for. I winced as he pulled out of me and I had no doubt I would feel sore tomorrow.
“You okay?” he asked with one last kiss before he laid down next to me.
“Yeah,” I whispered and I was. What scared me was the fact that I was more than okay. I felt better than I’d had in a long time. “I’m just going to clean up real quick.”
As much as I wanted to cozy up on the bed with him, I needed some breathing room to put up my walls again, and I let out a sigh of relief as I closed the bathroom door behind me. The walls I had specifically put up for Cailean around my heart was slowly but surely falling. While I was proud of myself for going after what I wanted tonight, I knew that once wouldn’t be enough. And, without those walls up, I had no idea where that would leave me.
Beyond hurt, my conscious responded for me.
When I had finally put myself together enough to clean up, I realized that we hadn’t even discussed using a condom as I felt the stickiness between my thighs.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
As much as I wanted to trust that he was clean, I had no way of knowing. I mean, it had been months since we’d had sex last time and for all I knew, he could have gone to someone else while he waited for me to stop fighting him.
I was going to confront him and as soon as I was all cleaned up, I barged out from the bathroom and stopped short at the image of him standing by the door, fully clothed. Embarrassment flushed my cheeks. Why had I just assumed he would be spending the night? But wasn’t that what you did after having sex?
“I need to go check on the bar,” he suppl
ied as an awkwardness fell over us.
“Of course,” I mumbled, wishing he would just leave so I could wallow in my embarrassment alone.
“I’ll text you later.”
He’ll text me later? I’d just shared my body with him again and he’d text me later? This just proved how stupid all of this was. I obviously couldn’t separate my body from my feelings, no matter how much I wanted to.
“You do that.”
He made his way over to where I was standing and I backed up, not wanting him this close to me. My body couldn’t be trusted around him.
I turned just before his lips hit my heated cheek. The sting of rejection wasn’t allowing me to let him kiss me like that again. Of course, he didn’t let that go and instead simply took a hold of my chin and forced me to face him. I had no choice but to let his lips meet mine that time, not that I ever really had a choice when it came to Cailean. His kiss wasn’t soft or gentle. It was hard and all-consuming as if he wanted to imprint himself on me, and I’d be damned if it wasn’t working.
“I just fucked you. You’re mine. You were mine the moment you let me inside you the first time. Don’t ever deny me your lips again.”
“Please just go,” I whispered weakly, hating myself for enjoying every little ounce of affection he threw my way.
He gave me a slow nod as if understanding my inner turmoil and gave me a chaste kiss before silently leaving my apartment.
Chapter 12
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“HERE. FILL THESE boxes with the things you need right now and we’ll take care of the rest later.” Cailean dumped the two boxes on my floor and stared at me expectantly. “Now.”
“Huh?” I was so confused. Why was he even here in the first place?
I hadn’t seen or spoken to him since he left my apartment three days ago and now I had barely let him inside the door before he had hit me with his demand. I’d buried myself in work, ice cream and Netflix in order to distract myself from him. Seeing him now, standing there once again in jeans and a hoodie, I realized it had all been for nothing. Sure, I was still mad at how he had just left that night, but mostly I was just angry with myself and my reaction.
“Come on, pack your shit up,” he demanded again.
“I haven’t been able to find a place yet,” I told him and sat back down in the nest I’d made myself on my couch, not wanting to tell him that Allie was most likely gaining a new roommate in the next week or so. “And I’ll need more than two boxes for my things.”
“You’re moving in with me,” he stated, taking his ball cap off to drag a hand through his hair before putting it back. “At least for now. So get some crap together so we can go. I have a bar to run.”
Asshole much?
“Excuse me?” I couldn’t possibly have heard him right. “You can’t show up here after the way you left last time and make demands you know damn well I want nothing to do with.”
“I tried calling and texting you like I promised, didn’t I?” He had, but I had ignored all of it. To be honest, I had ignored everything about our situation the last couple of days and I felt pretty miserable about it. “I know I can’t force you to do anything, but I’m trying to make things easier, okay?”
Damn him. It was easy to be mad at demanding and controlling Cailean, but once he turned on his softer side, all bets were off.
“Easier on who, Cailean?” I asked as he sat down on the couch next to me. “Because nothing about this has been easy so far.”
“Come here.” Demanding Cailean was back as he dragged me across the couch until I was straddling his lap. The position was way too intimate, but I didn’t move. “Things worth fighting for are rarely easy, Gert, and I’m going to fight for my family.”
“We’ve managed so far.” I wasn’t ready for things to change, which I knew was impossible due to my impending homelessness, but still...
“Managed, sure, but who the hell wants to manage life instead of living it. Besides, that was when you had a job to pay for an apartment.” The tightening of his arms took some of the sting out of his words, but it still hurt to think about. “What are you going to do, huh?”
“I don’t know.” I put my forehead against his and just breathed him in for a second. It was so easy to forget who he used to be in moments like these. “But I can’t move in with you.”
“Says who?”
“I do. Cailean, we barely know each other and I don’t think it’s a good idea to start whatever relationship we have while moving in together. That’s a disaster in the making.”
“Relationship? We’re married, for fuck’s sake.”
“Legally maybe, but we’ve only had sex twice-”
“Three times, and we’ll be having a lot more,” he interrupted.
I raised my eyebrows both at the cokiness in his statement, but also about the fact that we’d had sex three times. I could only guess that the extra time had happened in Vegas. Maybe we’d had sex before the shower.
“I’ll consider it,” I said finally, just to satisfy him for now. As per usual, we could go around in circles for hours if one of us didn’t stop.
“Fine, but we both know how this is going to end.”
I didn’t deny it, mostly because it scared me to death that he was probably right. For now, his offer was the best one. As much as I loved Allie, I knew we would never be good roommates. Besides, she was married and what husband truly wanted his wife’s homeless and jobless friend living with them? It didn’t matter how sweet Nick was, I couldn’t do that to him. If I had to mooch off of my baby’s dad for a few weeks, then so be it.
To get both our minds off the subject, for now at least, I leaned forward and sealed my lips to his. It was something I had sworn over the last few days that I would never do again, but it was becoming harder to resist him and the way he made me feel.
“Why did you leave like that?” I asked and I hated how small my voice sounded, but if we were going to keep doing this, I needed to know what to expect.
“I had been gone from the bar for too long. I don’t like it.”
“Bullshit.” It might have been part of the truth, but we both knew he trusted Sebastian with that bar.
“It freaked me out, okay?”
“Having sex with me freaked you out?” I did my best to keep the hurt out of my voice, but I wasn’t fooling anyone. “Then why would you want to do it again?”
“I’m not used to sex meaning something. I fuck and I leave, as bad as that sounds. But with you, it was different somehow… I don’t know. I just… you’re different. You have always been different, but it hit me that night just how different you are.”
“Different,” I said, mulling the word over in my head. “Good different or bad different?”
“Definitely good,” he promised and ended our conversation by fusing our mouths together again.
He pulled my t-shirt over my head and as soon as I was free, my hands made work on getting him naked.
The clink of his belt buckle sounded loud in my small apartment as I unbuckled him. For some god awful reason, he had chosen to wear jeans with a button up fly and my eager fingers were shaking as each button opened.
Not once did he offer to help me, but his hands kept stroking my thighs as if to keep himself from pushing my hands away. I didn’t know if it was because he wanted to give me the illusion of control or if he simply wanted this time to be on my terms alone.
“Next time I suggest you wear normal jeans,” I muttered when I had finally freed him enough to pull his dick out. He moaned as I grabbed a hold of him and started stroking. “Or maybe sweatpants. That would be better.”
“Oh, yeah? Like this?” he taunted and grabbed a hold of my panties before pushing them to the side, exposing me.
I tossed my head back, lost in the sensation of him exploring me and my strokes were getting sloppy, but that was what he got for distracting me.
“Yes,” I moaned, but I wasn’t sure if it was in response to his question or if I w
as agreeing to what he was doing to me.
“Or you’ll just have to practice undoing buttons.” He leaned forward and managed to capture my nipple in his mouth, biting down on it. “My buttons.”
“I like pushing them instead,” I teased, unable to help myself.
“There’s no one else I would rather have around pushing my buttons while practicing unbuttoning my pants.”
I knew he was making fun of me, but my retort got lost when he slipped a finger inside me. Adding another finger, he put pressure on my clit as he started working me. It was amazing how fast I got to that sweet edge of bliss, but I wanted more.
“I want you,” I moaned into his ear.
His movements stilled and he reared back to look at me with intense eyes. I had no idea what I had said to get this reaction out of him, but then the sweetest smile appeared on his face.
“I’ve never heard you say something so beautiful.” He smirked and leaned in to give me a fierce kiss. His fingers were still inside me and on instinct, I started moving my hips to get some friction. “Nah-ah, you’ll come on my cock, babe.”
He pulled his fingers out of me, but before I could protest, he lifted me slightly so that they could be replaced with the head of his dick.
Slowly, inch by inch, I lowered myself onto him. The feeling of him stretching me was something I would never get enough of.
This position was new, as far as I knew, and while I didn’t want to come off as some inexperienced teenager, my slow movements as I got used to feeling him this way were uncertain at best.
“You okay?” he asked, taking his gaze off where we were joined to look me into my eyes instead. I almost preferred it the other way. It felt less intimate somehow. Now it felt as if he could ready every little insecurity I had.
“Mhmm,” I managed to get out as I picked up my speed.
No words were needed as I grew more comfortable in my movements. Cailean’s hands were roaming all over my body as if he couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch me first. Eventually he settled his big palms on my ass, giving it a big squeeze before he started helping my movements.