“That’s a dangerous thing you’re doing, Kins.”
I glance at him over my shoulder. “Dangerous how?” I ask but the answer is all over his face as he gazes at my curvy backside. He’s such an ass man. I wiggle a bit, and he growls as he closes the distance between us. He takes my ass cheeks into his palms and squeezes. “Never mind,” I tell him, and reach into my nightstand.
His hands fall and he stumbles back a bit when I pull out my vibrator.
“Jesus, Kins.”
“You still want to watch?”
“More than life,” he says, and I nudge him until he’s sitting on the edge of my bed. I climb onto the bed on all fours and he curses under his breath as I center myself on the mattress. My little toy buzzes to life as I spread my legs, and run it over my breasts, down my stomach, and between my legs. I moan as I stroke it over my clit. My eyes shut but I force them open.
The look on Cason’s face is everything I thought it would be and maybe a bit better. He’s loving this as much as I am. That’s when it occurs to me that I love pleasing him as much as he loves pleasing me.
I press the vibrator to my opening and slide it in, the buzzing sound now muffled by my walls. I work the toy inside me and when I pull it out it’s slick and shiny from my juices.
“Feels so good,” I say and run the vibrating end over my engorged clit.
“So good,” he agrees, and takes his cock into his hand. He pumps himself with his fist, and I’m shocked that he’s hard and rearing to go so soon after coming in my mouth.
My heart races faster as we masturbate in front of each other, but I need more. I need him. I can use my toy anytime and he looks about as ready to be inside me as I am to have him. Our eyes meet, and I telegraph a message without words. He takes a condom from his pocket, climbs between my legs, and takes the vibrator from me. He doesn’t toss it away. Instead he uses it on me, sliding it over my clit and sinking it inside me. I grip the bedding and cry out, doing my very best to stave off an orgasm until he’s pumping inside me.
“Cason. I want your cock,” I cry out.
He rips into the foil with his teeth, and quickly sheathes himself. “Yes,” I say, my throat now dry from all my panting. Still buzzing, the vibrator lands on the bed beside me as he falls over me and in one fast, hard thrust, he’s inside me, moving, pumping. Hard, blunt strokes that steal my ability to think.
I wrap my hands around him, run my nails over his back, and rake my teeth over his shoulder, marking his body. He slicks in and out of me, creating friction and heat as we move together, each chasing pleasure. His finger finds my clit and that’s it for me. I let go, come all over his cock, and he pushes my hair from my face, his lips on mine as he releases with me.
The toy buzzes beside me, the sound a little muffled by our fast breaths. I turn to see my vibrator, and nearly laugh hysterically. Not because any of this is funny. It’s not. It’s just that my favorite toy will never be enough for me again. Not after Cason.
Damned if that doesn’t pose a big freaking problem.
11
Cason
The rustling beside me pulls me awake, and I open one eye and then another. A smile spreads across my face as I watch a naked Kinsley, try to sneak from her bed. It’s funny because it’s usually me sneaking away before the break of dawn, but I’m married now, so to speak, and in no hurry to go anywhere.
Last night in her bed, she played games with me, touching herself, showing me another side of herself, a private one. I can’t even put into words what that was like for me. I honestly don’t remember sex ever being so good, so deeply intimate.
Fuck, man, I could get used to this.
I shake my head. What the hell am I saying? We’re together so she can get her trust fund and get her life in order. I’m in it for the sex and tacos, and Cole’s rare car is the cherry on top. Honestly, he’s the one who pushed for the bet, and I’m not sure why, but his car has nothing to do with me wanting to last thirty days. I want to help her. I like her. A lot.
“Where are you going?”
She jumps and spins when she sees me, her hand on her chest. “How long have you been awake?” she asks, her palm pressed to her chest. I hold my hand out, reach for her, needing her naked body next to mine, almost desperately.
“Long enough to see you trying to sneak away.”
“I wasn’t sneaking away,” she says. “I have to go to work.”
I wave my fingers, gesturing for her to come to me. “As nice as that sounds, Cason, I have to go. Kat isn’t feeling well, so I need to get all the prep work done myself.”
I toss the covers off. “No you don’t.”
She puts one hand on her hip. “Oh, you’re going to help me?”
“Of course, I am Mrs. Kinsley Callaghan. Isn’t that what good husbands do?”