Chapter 15
fifteen
. . .
Presley
It was indescribable. The pull I felt toward this man.
The need.
The desire.
All of it.
His hands were on me as he pulled me closer.
One hand wrapped around the side of my neck, angling my mouth just where he wanted me. The other hand tangled in my hair.
It was a frenzy.
His mouth crashed into mine. Years of pent-up desire and passion exploded as my lips parted, and his tongue slipped inside and tangled with mine.
I pressed harder against him, needing to be closer, needing more. He groaned into my mouth, and a whimper escaped my lips. I was feverish and turned on, desperate for this to last forever.
No one had ever kissed me the way that Cage Reynolds did, but this kiss…
It was next level.
It was both of us finally giving in to what we wanted so badly. My hands tugged at his hair, wanting to hold him close and keep him here.
Everything we’d shared tonight… Confessions and truths and all the hurt…
It all led to this moment.
Our kiss slowed. His tongue began to slide in and out as he teased me wickedly.
He nipped at my lips and groaned before his tongue slipped back in.
My head fell back as my body reacted to the delicious torture of his mouth and his hands.
He kissed his way down my jaw and neck as he tilted me back further, cupping the back of my head in the palm of his hand before he claimed my mouth again.
We kissed for so long that my lips ached, but we never came up for air.
I loved the way his desire pressed between my thighs as he thrust forward the slightest bit. Loved feeling how badly he wanted me, too.
“Cage, please,” I said, my voice barely recognizable, hoarse and laced with need.
His hands moved to my hips, and he guided me against his hard cock as his lips and tongue continued their sweet torture on my mouth.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced, and I was losing my freaking mind.
I ground against him faster and faster, moaning into his mouth as stars exploded behind my eyes, and I went right over the edge.
I cried out his name with no shame, and I rode out every last bit of pleasure.
When was the last time I’d come with a man?
It had definitely been many years ago—with the same man who’d just taken me there once again.
He’d always known my body.
Always knew what I needed.
Our kiss slowed, and my hips stopped moving, and I pulled back to look at him. My teeth sank into my bottom lip, and I smiled. Normally, I’d be mortified that I’d just had the best orgasm of my life while making out with my ex-boyfriend, but I wasn’t embarrassed.
Because he was looking at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world.
“Raven.” His voice was deep and low. “My favorite thing in the world is seeing you come undone. The only thing better is if you had done it with my cock inside you. But beggars can’t be choosers.”
I’d almost forgotten how much I loved his filthy mouth. He’d always been a man of few words, until he had me naked, and then he’d had a lot to say.
“You don’t need to beg, Cowboy. I want to feel everything tonight. Don’t pull away from me now. Let’s give each other this one night. No holding back.”
“One night, huh? And then what? We just go to Sunday dinner at my parents’ house, and you come over and play with Gracie like nothing happened between us?” He smirked.
“I guess so. I mean, I’m not the one making all the rules. I want to be with you. If it’s just for one night, I’ll take it. If you want to be with me every day until I leave, I’ll take that, too.” I couldn’t believe how bold I was being. But I’d always been comfortable telling Cage what I wanted.
His gaze softened, and he ran his big hand through my hair, tucking it behind my ear. “I can’t afford to be broken when you leave. I’m trying to be realistic. I need to have some boundaries in place.”
“I get that. So, if you want this to stop right now, I’ll go home, and we’ll pretend it never happened.”
“We’ll pretend you didn’t just cry out my name while you rocked yourself against my cock and I fucked your mouth with my tongue? Is that what you’re referring to?”
“Oh my gosh,” I said, fanning my face. “You haven’t lost your dirty mouth, have you?”
“I’ve never used it on anyone but you, so consider yourself the lucky one.” He smirked and then nipped at my mouth when I started to talk. “I’m not done.”
My eyes widened when he pulled back.
“We’re giving ourselves tonight because one night can’t do that much harm. We’ll get whatever this is out of our system, and then we’ll go back to being friends until you leave.”
“Okay. That works for me.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice softer now. His hand settled on the side of my neck, and his thumb traced along my jaw.
“I don’t want to make it hard for you to leave.
I know you’ve worked really hard, and believe it or not, your happiness has always been more important to me than my own, even if that seems unbelievable after some of the things I did.
But I always thought I was doing what was best for you. ”
“I believe that. I promise that if you rock my world tonight, I’ll still go back to my kick-ass job in New York. You aren’t derailing any dreams by giving me pleasure that I’m in desperate need of.”
“Ravens were always meant to fly. I’d never want to clip your wings.”
“My wings are firmly intact. It’s my vagina that’s slowly been dying all these years.” I chuckled. “Now, stop getting all sappy and have your way with me.”
His heated gaze locked with mine, and before I could process what was happening, he was on his feet with me in his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he leaned forward and turned off the firepit before one hand moved to my ass and the other rested on my cheek.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He carried me inside and down the hallway before he dropped me onto a very comfortable bed. I glanced around the space, which was very fitting.
Very Cage Reynolds.
It was dark and moody. Gray bedding that was notably soft, and a black modern light fixture hung overhead, providing dim lighting that set the mood perfectly.
Although my body was currently on fire, it wouldn’t take much to set the mood.
Nothing would calm down this building anticipation that I was finally going to be with this man again. The one I’d thought about every day for six years.
“Do you know how many times I thought about you being in this bed? Dreamt about it so many fucking times,” he said, his voice painfully sexy as he reached for my sweater and pulled me forward so he could tug it off of me and toss it onto the floor.
“Tell me,” I whispered as he laid me back on the bed, and his mouth came over the pink, lacy bra covering my breast. His tongue flicked at my nipple, which was painfully hard, before he pulled the lace to the side and blew lightly, causing an embarrassing groan to escape my lips.
“I’ve thought about it a lot. In the shower. In bed at night. And every fucking second since you arrived back in town.” He reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra before tossing it on the floor. “I love your fucking body. Every goddamn inch of it.”
His fingers trailed down my stomach as his tongue swirled around my breast, circling my nipple, and the sensation was overwhelming. He switched sides and chuckled against my skin when I squirmed beneath him.
“Stop torturing me,” I said, tugging at his hair and pulling him up so I could look at him.
“Is someone anxious, even though you’ve already come once just a few minutes ago? You always were a greedy girl.”
“Are you not anxious?” I asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious about how desperate I was. He was the man, after all. Shouldn’t he be in a hurry?
He studied me for a few seconds before reaching for my hand, placing it over his erection, and running my hand up and down its length.
Jesus.
It was like running my hand up and down a baseball bat.
Large and thick and hard.
“I’m anxious, but I want to savor every minute I get to have with you. I want to taste you and touch you and make you come so many times that it will keep me going for another decade without you.”
Oh. My. God.
“Great freaking answer,” I said as I continued to stroke him over his jeans. “But I want to do the same to you. So how about you start taking some clothing off.”
His tongue peeked out and slid along his lower lip as his heated gaze studied me.
“All right, but first, I want to undress you.” He moved down and pulled off my booties one at a time before pushing my legs apart, and I squeezed my eyes closed because it had been so long since anyone had touched me.
Since this man had touched me.
He unbuttoned my jeans before stopping on the zipper. “Open your eyes.”
My eyes sprung open, and I tried desperately to calm my breathing.
“Your eyes stay on me. If we get one night together, I want to see you. I want to watch as you come apart. I want to remember every fucking thing, and I want you to do the same.”
Damn. I forgot how demanding he was. I nodded as he pulled the zipper down painfully slowly. He tugged my jeans down but left my panties on and threw the denim on the floor with the rest of my clothing.
He stood over me, staring down, his eyes scanning my entire body as his fingers trailed between my breasts, over my stomach, and to the edge of my pink panties. I sucked in a breath, my entire body shaking with anticipation.
His eyes were hooded as his fingers slipped beneath the thin lace and dipped inside.
“You’re so fucking wet. So fucking ready.” He swiped along my most sensitive area before pulling his hand away, dipping his fingers into his mouth, and groaning. “So fucking sweet.”
I was ready to combust right there. I pushed forward and sat up, reaching for the button on his jeans. “Let’s see if you’re ready.”
This wickedly sexy grin spread across his face as he reached behind his back and tugged the sweater over his head. I pushed his zipper down while he used his feet to kick off his shoes, and I shoved his jeans along with his boxer briefs down in one aggressive move because I had no patience left.
His dick sprung free, and I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips.
He’d always been large and thick and impressive.
But it had been so long since I’d seen him. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and moved up and down a few times as my gaze traveled over his impressive abs before stopping at the ink on his chest.
I was a weird mix of overly emotional and ridiculously turned on. I pulled my hand away and traced my fingers over the writing that had so much meaning that he’d marked himself forever with it in beautiful script.
Presley.
Gracie.
June 23.
I pushed up on my knees as the mattress dipped low because I needed his mouth on mine right now. I tugged his head down and kissed him.
I kissed him for all that we had.
For all that we lost.
And for all that I wanted tonight to be.
He scooped me up, his mouth never losing contact with mine, as he crawled onto the bed and moved us back toward the headboard. We were both on our knees now, with his hand covering the side of my neck.
“I need to taste you. Right. Fucking. Now,” he growled.
“I need to taste you, too.”
He moved so fast that I barely processed what was happening. He was on his back, and his hands were on my hips. “I’m not waiting, so we’ll do it together. Sit on my face, beautiful.”
He shifted me so my back was to the headboard, settling me so that his mouth was exactly where I wanted it.
A whoosh of air left my lungs as his tongue swiped along my center.
I leaned forward, my hand wrapped around his erection, and I lowered my mouth over him.
He groaned against my core, and I loved that I was having the same effect on him as he had on me.
I lowered my head, taking him as deep as I could, while my hand stayed at the base as I moved up and down his engorged shaft.
The sensation of his mouth on me was overwhelming.
But he gripped my hips and held me there as his tongue slipped inside, and I moved faster, circling the tip of his dick with my tongue before I slid back down and felt him in the back of my throat.
His hips bucked against me as we found our rhythm, and I tried to stop myself from the building need that was taking over.
I took him in further as I pressed harder against his magical mouth, and he continued to push me to the edge with his tongue.
I couldn’t hold on any longer, and I wrapped my lips tighter around his cock, working him faster, just as my entire body started to shake, and a burst of lights went off behind my eyelids.
I groaned with him in my mouth as he went right over the edge with me.
I stayed right there, riding out every last bit of pleasure as he came just as hard.
I could tell he was trying to shift my mouth away from him in warning, all while holding my hips still until I was done, but I wanted to taste him the way he was tasting me.
And nothing had ever been better.