Until I gave him my pleasure, and he bore his pain.
It was a lust labelled as hate.
A moment we allowed to get away from us.
It was my best mistake.
* * *
I wake as the surface below me dips, my eyes fluttering to find Cain knelt above me. The shirt I’m wearing is being pulled at, growing taut against my ribs as he begins to unbutton the top few buttons. “You couldn’t sleep?” His voice is rough.
I shake my head as he works the last few buttons, parting the shirt, and my stomach hollows as he drags his hungry eyes down my body. “I was thirsty.”
“You should have woken me,” he berates, leaning to press a soft kiss just below my navel. His stubble scrapes across my skin, his tongue dips out, his lips kissing the wet path away. He rests his chin on my pelvis and stares up at me. “Let me fire you.”
My fingers spear his hair and curl loosely, gripping the strands, laughing as I shake my head. “Again?” I lift my brow, lips twisting up at the sides.
“Don’t remind me.” He rolls his prickly chin across my skin, his hands spread around my thighs, lifting them to drape over his shoulders. Turning his head, he presses a wet kiss to the sensitive skin. His fingers glide over my skin, a soft contradiction to the rough scrape his beard is marking me with. His teeth sink into my inner thigh, and I jack-knife off the sofa, gasping in pain. My fingers tighten, pulling hard at his hair, but he sucks the clump of flesh into his mouth, soothing the pinch.
Hissing, I writhe and moan as his fingers dig into my skin, holding me in place, and when he pulls away, the angry red welt burns. Groaning, Cain flattens his tongue and licks it until it no longer hurts, but everything else throbs. It’s not the first mark he has left on my skin. My hips are covered in faint bruises from where he has pinned me to his lap—my breasts littered with tiny love bites. His tongue rolls up my thigh, his nose burrows deep, and he inhales.
Cain’s mouth drags along my pussy, his tongue dipping out to kiss me just as passionately as if he were focusing on my face. Sweet trickles of pleasure purr across my skin, and my hands fasten in his hair as he devours me, licking, sucking, and fucking me slowly with his tongue. It’s almost too much, too prolonged. There isn’t enough pressure or pain, I realise. Everything about his attention is slow and steady, attentive and teasing. He spears his tongue deeply, groaning, the vibration rumbling through me. “I need more.” I breathe shallowly.
His lips pull wide, and he shakes his head, beginning his assault all over again, slow and brutal. Pushing me to the edge and altering his attention so my orgasm drops away. Grabbing handfuls of my ass, he moans into my pussy, sucking on my lips and flicking languid licks to my clit.
“Please, I’m so close.” I grind into his face, sobbing, when he shakes his head again. There is no sense of urgency. No desire to chase the same high we have been addicted to all weekend. Cain maps out every millimetre of my pussy with his mouth and tongue. When his fingers trace a line down the centre of my ass, I stiffen and peek down at him. His grin is devilish, and I simply shake my head. His lips pout as he fights a dirty, knowing grin and continues to fuck his tongue in and out. My wetness glistens on his lips and drenches my thighs. His finger massages my back hole, never dipping inside, but the added sensation has my back arching and my legs quivering. His mouth moves to my clit, and he sucks me deeply, suckling until my orgasm is rushing upwards. I choke out a sob, terrified he is going to deny me of this one too. I stare at him, pleading, and he sucks hard, giving me what I need. Pleasure, sweet and long, washes over me in waves, bursting apart from my thighs and drenching me in ecstasy.
“Good morning,” he rasps, mouth trailing up my trembling stomach and latching onto my breast.
“The best morning,” I pant.
“Even though I’m a prick,” he jokes.
Laughter bubbles in my gut. “The biggest. A massive cacti.” I grin.
His smile is slow, his chuckle low, and he begins his assault all over again, moving between my breasts, licking, biting, and nibbling my nipples. His hand caresses my leg and slips between us, two fingers spread my lips, and he flicks a heated gaze up at me. “You’re throbbing.” He swallows thickly. “I can feel you pulsing against my hand.”
I half moan, half sob as his intense gaze rakes over my face, watching as his fingers plunge inside, slowly stretching me. “Cain.” I wheeze.
“Yes, Lauren?” His hand works me, just as his mouth did, long fingers slowly fuck into me, his palm pressing to my clit and teasing to the possibility of an orgasm, only to watch it fall away when he stops, grinning as I pant and choke out my frustration. His fingers gather up my slick pleasure and slather it across my chest. The musty scent pours into my nose, and Cain swears, shifting on the sofa, and I get the first look at how aroused he is. His cock is thick and long in his boxers, the head wide and angry as it pushes free of the waistband.
“Fuck,” I whine.
With my chest glistening like his mouth, he drops his face to my breasts and begins kissing and sucking. His fingers find a place between my legs, and he fucks me slowly and deeply, curling his fingers against my inner walls and pressing his palm to my clit. Shivers of slick heat douse my body and slide across my stomach, hanging heavy and low as another orgasm begins to build. His free hand holds onto my breast, and, pushing a nipple into his mouth, he drags it between his teeth as I teeter on the edge, moaning over and over as my orgasm balances on the pinnacle but doesn’t slip over.
“Please!” I cry. My nails are sinking into his scalp.
He sucks hard, and I fly over the edge, screaming his name. “Lauren, you’re so fucking sexy.” His mouth slams against mine, devouring me. “Such a good girl.”
“Oh god,” I writhe and whimper as my body shudders.
“I love watching you come. Love hearing my name on these lips.” He licks and kisses, grinding into me.
He drives his tongue inside, and I tangle mine with the hot curl of his. He shifts, ripping his boxers down and then the wide crown of his cock is there, slipping between my pussy, and sliding up and down my slick entrance. He grips under my jaw, the other hand fisting my hair, and then he sinks deeply, rearing back to watch my face convulse in bliss. The long, slow thrust is dedicated to making me feel every inch. I gasp into his mouth, my eyes wide as he stares back in awe. I slam my eyes shut, scared to see those feelings burning back at me.
“I know. I fucking know.” He chokes, lifting his hips to drag his cock out to the tip, and the pressure at my entrance throbs before he plunges back in, shaking my face to get me to open my eyes. “Look at me.”
I refuse, my head barely moving in his grip as he holds me tightly. He plunges back in harder, hitting deeply, and my eyes snap wide, a low cry slipping free. “Cain, I can’t,” my whisper breaks through the crack in my lips.