9. Ruby
9
RUBY
Somewhere in the depths of my logical brain, there’s a voice whispering that this whole thing is a terrible idea. One weekend with Caden will never be enough to sate my desire for the man. That truth has lived hidden in the part of my brain that’s under lock and key. I’ll be ruined for any other man after this.
But right now, I don’t fucking care.
Because Caden’s mouth is fused to my pussy. His tongue is wreaking havoc on my overly sensitive bundle of nerves. I’ve never had more than one orgasm at a time. Never had a man so focused on making me come before he even took off his own pants. I might not survive tonight, but I’ll certainly take death by orgasm over death by arson any day.
A wicked determination gleams in Caden’s eyes as he looks up at me from between my legs. Fuck, is that not the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen? I arch my hips, rocking them against his face. So fucking turned on by the way the stubble of his beard rubs against my thighs and pussy lips. I hope he never shaves again.
“Caden,” I pant.
He quickens everything—the pace, the intensity, the urgency—until I explode a second time. It comes on so quickly I don’t have time to prepare for the internal combustion of pleasure that fires throughout every vein in my body.
It’s otherworldly.
“Holy hell,” I cry out.
I explode.
Violently.
Like a bottle rocket being shot from the ground to the damned moon.
My body rocks forward, but he catches me by the thighs, holding me against the door until I stop convulsing. If I thought my first orgasm was amazing, it has nothing on this second one. My fucking fingertips are tingling, and I’m pretty sure my legs are useless noodles.
“Wow, that was?—”
“Better than only coming once?” he asks, one half of his mouth tipped up in a smile, a devilish gleam in his eyes.
“You’re trying to kill me with pleasure, aren’t you?” I huff a laugh. “Is that your secret superpower?”
“Don’t worry. I won’t let you die.” His words are a promise. A promise to never let anything bad to me. To protect me. I’m not some damsel in distress who needs saving. I pride myself on my inner strength. Until I met Caden Daniels, I never felt the desire for a man’s protection. But since I experienced it firsthand, I seem to crave it.
I want him inside me.
I need him inside me.
It shouldn’t be possible, this insatiable desire. I shouldn’t have any feeling left in my body, yet it’s desperate for him. All of him.
“Why are you still wearing pants?” I ask.
“Because I’ve been focused on you, babe.”
“Oh.” My entire body tingles with warmth. Have I ever been with a man who made my pleasure a priority? Definitely not like this. I hope this weekend never ends. “Ready to go upstairs now?”
Caden’s on his feet quickly. “We’re not making it upstairs, babe.”
My fingers reach for the belt loops of his jeans, pulling him in closer so I can work at his zipper. I’m desperate for him, despite how wobbly my legs are. My body tingles everywhere. It’s a pleasure overload, and yet, I want more. How in the hell am I still salivating for more of this man is a mystery I have no desire to solve.
Caden watches as I reach inside his unzipped jeans and wrap my hand around his hard length. He’s huge . But why am I not surprised? I push down his pants until they fall away and I’m left holding his cock. I start to stroke him, so turned on by the feel of him wrapped in my hand.
“You ready for another one?” Caden asks, his voice low and sexy.
I focus on that question because the real one, whispering in the back of my mind, is too heavy: How will I handle not having him after the weekend is over?
“I’m clean,” he says, “but I’ll use a condom if you want me to.”
“I’m clean too,” I admit. “On the pill.”
We lock gazes for a long moment, both of us thinking what we’re not willing to say out loud. Probably best not to knock up Marshall’s little sister. But the last thing I want to think about right now is my brother.
So I don’t.
“Where do you want me?” I ask him, still stroking his cock as precum smears my fingers. Never in my life have I considered something like this so erotic. So…intimate. I gulp a swallow, trying really hard to push away the heavy, unwelcome thoughts that continue to whisper their warnings.
“I kind of like you against that door,” he says in a possessive growl that causes wetness to pool between my legs on command. It’s enough to shut up the warning bells completely. Caden backs me up against it once more and lifts one of my legs around his hip. I’m so damn wet from all the orgasms that his massive cock slides home with ease. As if it’s always been home inside me.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You feel so fucking good, Ruby.”
Something about the way he says my name in this heated moment has me blacking out with pleasure. The only thing I can do is hold on and enjoy the ride. To relinquish control to a man I trust more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. It doesn’t make sense, and yet, somehow I know deep in my soul it’s the truest thing I’ve ever experienced.
I grip Caden’s shoulder and arch my back. He drops his mouth to mine, and I sink into the hungry, frenzied sensation of it all. Caden pounding his cock into me and sliding out slowly. Our lips and tongues desperately seeking one another over and over. Hot hands roaming, as though memorizing every inch. Our bodies molding together as one.
“Come for me,” Caden demands in his sexy low growl.
I explode on command.
I spontaneously combust, like a fireworks show in the sky. It’s a euphoria I never knew existed. A next level of pleasure that shouldn’t be real. And somehow, it is.
Caden pummels me, thumbing my clit as I come hard on his cock, until one final thrust. He drives deep into me, groaning my name as he comes apart inside me. He grips me tightly, as though we can’t possibly get close enough, and fills me.
“You’re mine, Ruby,” he says low against my ear. “ Mine .”