Chapter 29
Brielle
“Fuck, baby. You’re soaking wet.”
Kane peppers kisses along my flesh while he massages my clit, and I squirm against the bed, so turned on that I’m afraid I’m going to soak the sheets before I even come.
“Kane,” I moan, pushing against his hand. “Please.”
“Soon, Princess,” he coos as he slides his hand over my backside and circles my puckered hole with the tip of his finger. “First, tell me I can take this tight ass.”
I’d like to say I outskied Kane, but the fact is, while I’m a damn good skier, Kane is better. We’ve been at his beautiful cabin for six days, and we’ve been on the slopes almost the entire time, and every time, he outdoes me in both skiing and snowboarding.
But that’s okay because when we aren’t skiing or snowboarding, we’re in his hot tub or bed, tangled around one another.
Every night, I go to bed, sated from the numerous orgasms Kane has given me, and every morning, I wake up to him giving me even more.
And this morning is no different. Except he’s apparently calling in the bet that we made—and he won.
His thumb leaves my clit, and I whine at the loss of contact.
“Kane, please,” I beg. “I was so close.”
“And you know I’ll get you there … eventually.”
He moves behind me and spreads my cheeks, and I stiffen at the motion, torn between wanting to give him what he wants and not wanting to be taken out of the moment by my past.
I glance back, needing to see him, to remind myself that it’s Kane I’m with and he would never do anything I didn’t agree to.
Even right now, as he leans over and licks along my ass crack, he doesn’t take it any further because I haven’t verbally agreed.
Kane’s eyes meet mine. “Tell me I can fuck this ass.”
“I’m scared,” I admit, making his brows furrow in concern. “I don’t want it to hurt.”
I don’t tell him that when I was raped, Anthony sodomized me, and it hurt more than anything I’d ever experienced.
“Bri, do you think I would do anything that would hurt you?”
Without having to think about it, I give him my honest answer. “No.”
And it’s the truth. Maybe I shouldn’t, but I trust Kane. Our relationship might’ve started out unconventional, and I swore I’d never love him, but somewhere along the way, it turned into so much more than I’d ever thought it would.
I’ve fallen in love with my husband, and I want to give him every part of me, including this.
Not just because he wants it, but because I want it too.
I haven’t told him everything that I went through yet, but I plan to soon.
I should’ve already done so, and then he wouldn’t be thinking that my reluctance has anything to do with him.
But a part of me worries that once I tell him, he’ll never look at me the same again.
Not that I don’t trust him with my past, but because I remember how Dominick and Matteo reacted after they learned what had happened to me.
They looked at me softer, spoke to me gentler.
Like I was an expensive vase on the verge of shattering and they had to handle me with kid gloves.
Kane doesn’t treat me like I’m fragile, and I’m afraid once he knows the whole truth, that’ll change. He’ll want to put me in a bubble and protect me from the world. And I like the way Kane looks at me now.
“Okay,” I tell him, hoping he doesn’t catch the crack in that one word.
But of course, Kane is too observant, especially when it comes to me, and the second he hears the hesitation in my answer, he pulls me into his arms.
My back is to his front, and my ass is pressed against his hard shaft.
“Look at me,” he says, turning my face toward him. “If you don’t want this, we don’t have to do it.”
“I do,” I admit. “It’s just that I had a bad experience, and I’m nervous it’s going to hurt.”
I’m also nervous that flashbacks will hit me and it will ruin the moment. And the last thing I want is my past tainting a single moment with Kane.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Roses.”
“If I do anything that you’re uncomfortable with, you say the word, and I’ll stop.”
“Okay,” I breathe out.
With one hand, he tightens his hold on my head and then brings his mouth down to meet mine, kissing me with such raw passion that I melt into his touch, not realizing that his finger is back to circling my hole.
He slides his finger between my legs and then, using my juices, slowly pushes it past the rim, making me groan into his mouth.
He repeats the process several times—pulling it out, gathering my juices, and then sliding it into my ass—and every time, when he pushes it into me, the pleasure intensifies. When he does it again, instinctually, I push back, wanting his finger to go deeper.
“Does it feel good?” he murmurs against my lips. “My finger in your ass?”
“Yes,” I pant, needing more.
He pulls it out, and I whine at the emptiness. But like all the times before, he dips it back into my juices and then sinks not one, but two fingers into my ass.
“Oh God,” I mutter, feeling so full.
“That’s it, baby,” he says. “I want you to fuck my fingers like a good girl.”
At his words, I thrust my ass back, and his fingers slide deeper into me. There’s a bite of pain from him adding a second finger, but it quickly morphs into pleasure as I fuck his fingers.
The hand that’s not busy fucking my ass reaches around and circles my clit, and within seconds, I come completely undone, screaming out his name as I climax all over his fingers.
“I want your cock in my ass,” I beg, shocking myself when he removes his fingers from inside me.
He chuckles and tilts my face back, kissing me quick but hard. “I’ll be right back. Get on all fours and put that peach of an ass in the air.”
He gives it a playful slap and then pads to the bathroom. When he returns, he’s gloriously naked, and his cock is glistening with …
“Is that lube?”
“You think I’m going to fuck your ass without it?” He shakes his head. “It’s one thing to put a couple of fingers in there. But I promised I wouldn’t hurt you, and I meant it.”
He comes up behind me, and his hard length rubs against the crack of my ass when he leans over and trails sensual kisses down my spine. When he gets to my ass, he bites my left cheek, making me squeal, and then rubs the sting away.
I can’t see what he’s doing, but I feel the cold liquid run down my crack, and then Kane rubs it in, making me moan in pleasure.
“What’s your safe word?” he asks.
“What?” I breathe out, unable to think clearly with his fingers massaging my ass.
He stops, and I glance back.
“What’s your safe word, Princess?”
“Roses. Now, please, fuck my ass.”
I never thought I’d be begging for a man to take me in the back door, but here we are, and despite the orgasm he already gave me, I’m too turned on to be self-conscious about it.
Kane lines up the crown of his cock with my entrance, and when he slowly pushes in, pain courses through me.
“Oh shit, it hurts,” I mutter, trying to stay in the moment before memories from my past threaten to overtake me.
“Do you need to use your safe word?”
“No,” I gasp, shaking my head. “Keep going.”
“Push out,” he commands gently, and since I don’t want this to hurt, I listen.
Slowly, he slides in, and with the inch that enters me, the pain mixes with pleasure.
When he stills, I release a harsh breath.
“You’re in?”
“Halfway.” He chuckles, and I groan. “Reach beneath you and stroke your clit.”
My clit is sensitive, but as I play with it, the pleasure helps distract me from the pain, and before I know it, Kane’s all the way in.
“God, baby, if you could see the way your ass is sucking my cock in.”
“I don’t need to see it. I feel it. Now, for the love of all that’s holy, please fuck me.”
Kane doesn’t have to be told again. He pulls back and then slowly slides in, and within a few strokes, he’s worked up a rhythm that has me moaning in pleasure instead of pain.
And then he reaches around and grabs my breast, pulling me up so my back is almost flush with his front, and pinches my nipple.
Between his hard length buried deep in my ass, my thumb stroking my clit, and him playing with my nipple, my body grows taut, and then I come completely undone.
My body shakes, my legs and pussy trembling as black spots cloud my vision.
I vaguely feel Kane pull out, and then a moment later, warm spurts hit my back. I collapse onto my stomach, completely spent, and Kane disappears and then reappears a minute later, wiping a warm cloth across my overheated flesh to clean me up.
And then I’m in his arms, and he’s stroking my hair and face.
“You did so good,” he coos. “Did you like it? I want you to be honest.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life,” I admit with a yawn, my eyes fluttering shut.
I cuddle into his chest, and he kisses my forehead affectionately.
“Good. All I ever want is to bring you pleasure.”
“I have something I need to do tonight,” Kane says vaguely when we return from the slopes a few hours later. After we took a nap, we headed down to the main resort for lunch, and then spent the rest of the afternoon skiing. “Do you mind hanging out by yourself for a few hours?”
He hasn’t left my side the entire trip, so I’m surprised he’s going to now—the day before we leave to go home—but I’m not incapable of entertaining myself.
“Sure. I might check out one of the classes at the gym. As good as the workouts are with you”—I smirk playfully—“I’ve been wanting to see what the gym has to offer.”
His cabin is part of a gorgeous ski resort that has tons of amenities, including a state-of-the-art gym with several different types of classes.
“Have fun … but not too much.” He cups my nape and pulls me in for a quick kiss. “I’m going to shower and then head out.”
He doesn’t ask me to shower with him, which I find odd since I can’t recall a time that we haven’t showered together this entire trip. But I shrug it off.
Maybe he’s just in a rush. Business doesn’t stop just because we’re on vacation.