Exile

Chapter 10

DARWYNN

The beer and cider festival was perfect—just as I imagined it. Even Caspian enjoyed going from stand to stand to try different kinds of beer. He kept his baseball hat on but wasn’t wearing sunglasses. It didn’t help him see very well in the dim fairy lights hanging all over the stands, and luckily, no one did a double-take or asked if he was really the Caspian King.

He was enjoying himself, but he would never admit it. So I let him take it all in without constantly reminding him that he was currently being a normal guy doing everyday things.

We got the greasiest burgers from one of the stands and ate them as we walked back to the parking lot. After washing it all down with some water, we stood against the side of his car, looking over the water. It was a full moon that shone down over the water in the prettiest way, making the surface shimmer.

I took it all in. The calm. The contentment. Him.

The festival sounds were distant, replaced by the quiet lapping of waves against the dock and the occasional burst of laughter from festivalgoers heading back to their cars.

I didn’t let that bother us.

I glanced at him, taking in his softer-than-usual expression. I liked seeing him like this. Relaxed. Present.

“You had fun,”

I said, nudging him with my shoulder.

He scoffed—what he was really good at. “It was tolerable.”

I laughed. “Good enough. I had fun. I like spending time with you.”

Caspian turned his head toward me, and I let his eyes wander over my face and body, letting him take in every inch of me as I kept mine on his face. His gaze lingered on my lips briefly before meeting my eyes again.

We both knew what was going to happen next. The tension had been there all evening, and I sure as hell wouldn’t interrupt it by asking him to take me home.

“Darwynn,”

he murmured, turning more toward me. “Have you thought this through?”

I did think it through right after our kiss last night.

And right now, I wasn’t thinking.

I just acted.

I turned to him and placed my hands on his chest, pressing up on my toes to kiss him. A low grunt made his chest rumble as his lips brushed along mine. Soft, testing, waiting. Then he responded.

He took control instantly, his hands gripping my hips as he pushed me against the car. He deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging into my mouth.

Yes.

This is what I needed.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me off the ground with so much ease, with his hands under my thigh, making me wrap them around his hips. His body pressed against mine, my back flush against the truck door.

I moaned and placed one hand on the back of his head to keep him right there. I wasn’t going to stop this. No chance.

His hands moved from under my thighs to my ass, squeezing hard as his upper body pressed against me. The world blurred, the festival, the lake, the moon—it all faded, leaving only us.

I was breathing hard, and his groans became louder, making my clit pulse every time that sound rang in my ears. And his hand on my ass, squeezing tight, made me want to rip off my clothes and give myself to him.

With another grunt, he took a step back from the car and broke the kiss to let me back down, and just as I was about to argue, he opened the car and got inside, pulling me with him. “On my lap,”

he demanded, and I quickly crawled into the car to straddle him.

He shut the door and threw the keys to the driver’s seat, and then his hands were on my face, cupping my cheeks and pulling me into a kiss. His tongue curled around mine, sucking it into his mouth while his hands held my head in place.

It’s only been our second time making out so heavily, but I never wanted it to end this time. I never wanted any other man to ever kiss me again, and I hated that before him, others had.

“Fuck,”

he muttered into the kiss as he lifted his hips to meet mine. I was rubbing against him, needing to feel more than just his hard body against mine. He broke the kiss and trailed his tongue down my neck as he tilted my head back to get better access. “So fucking wet. Needy girl.”

I could’ve melted right there in his arms, but then I would’ve missed out on what he did next. With his eyes on mine, he reached between us and unbuttoned his jeans. My eyes widened. My heart pounded hard.

“I’m not going to fuck you in this damn truck, Darwynn,”

he assured me. It was disappointing to hear, but I didn’t want to have sex in this truck either. Not yet. Fuck…I wanted him badly, but I felt we were rushing whatever this was becoming.

No. Fuck that.

We were already crossing the line, so why not fuck already?

“Look at me,”

he ordered, and I lifted my eyes from his crotch. “I want you to take out my cock and rub your pussy on it.”

Direct. Uncensored. No fucking shame.

My pulse rose, and my fingers twitched. “You want me to—”

“Yes, Darwynn, that’s what I want you to do. Now.”

I bit my lower lip and grazed the fly of his jeans with my fingertips. “A-and do you want me to pull down my—”

He stopped me again.

“No. You keep those jeans on. I can’t promise you I won’t turn into a damn animal if I get the full scent of you.”

Oh.

I took a deep breath and pushed the fabric down until his bulge came into view, and without giving me a second chance to think too much about it, I reached down and pulled back his shorts to reveal his hardening cock.

It was semi-hard and fucking huge.

God. Damn.

I gasped, which got a smirk out of him. “Go on.”

I glanced up before dropping my gaze again. Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I pulled it out and rested it almost too carefully against his abdomen. His tip was glistening, and it seemed that his cock didn’t need to be fully erect to have those hot veins standing out along his length.

God, everything about this man was perfect, and he simply let me have him.

We’d definitely have a conversation after this, but right now, I wanted to enjoy every second without thinking about any possible consequences.

“Now, Darwynn. I’m getting impatient.”

His voice was low and raspy, and his hands were gripping my hips tightly. “Don’t have to be nervous.”

“I’m not,”

I told him, meeting his eyes again. “I’m adjusting to your dominance.”

He arched a brow in amusement but didn’t say a word. He simply got more comfortable and looked at me with expectation.

Resting both hands on his shoulders, I slid forward until my crotch was pressed against his. His cock nestled between my thighs against my pussy, and I started to move slowly, letting him take over shortly after.

“Just like that. Good girl,”

he praised. He kept his eyes on mine as he moved me back and forth.

My clit was getting just enough traction to tease me, making me want to take off my jeans to feel more. But this was okay.

This was enough for now.

My breath finally slowed, and so did my heartbeat. He kept moving me on top of him, and I held on to his shoulders to keep myself upright and not fall against him.

I looked down to watch his cock harden. I loved the sight of my crotch squeezing his tip to his abdomen, and every time I moved back, I got a better look at his hardness. God, it was beautiful, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like inside me.

“Caz,”

I breathed, unable to hide the pleasure on my face. I wanted to come, but it would be difficult this way.

He noticed my need, but apparently, he had other plans, which he quickly told me about. “It’s my turn to come.”

I didn’t argue but needed to ensure he would return the favor. “What about mine?”

I asked, my eyes meeting his.

“At home,”

he said through gritted teeth.

That was enough for me. At home. His home. Later. Once we got back to Hilton Beach.

Fuck, I want to go now.

His fingers dug into my hips as he slammed them into his, my pussy dry humping his exposed cock with every thrust.

The veins on his neck throbbed as his body tensed beneath me, and I watched him closely as he looked down, jaw clenched.

“Are you close?”

I asked. Excitement rose inside of me. I wanted to see him come, see his face overcome with emotions. Then again, I didn’t want this to end. It was a whole new experience.

He grunted and lifted his left hand to cup my jaw and pull me to him, slamming his mouth on mine. I kissed him deep, passionately, and he used his tongue the way he had before.

I needed to feel his mouth between my thighs. I just knew he could make me come in seconds.

His body tensed as my riding him slowed, and when he broke the kiss, we both looked down to watch strings of cum shoot out of his cock and onto his stomach. He had pulled up his shirt, but his cum still stained it. It didn’t bother him, though.

“Fuuuck,”

he breathed, his voice low and shaky.

I smiled, and when our eyes met, he said, “Clean it up.”

He wasn’t asking.

He demanded it.

And, hell, who was I to say no to this man?

He could tell me to do anything, and I would without a fight.