5
KAIN
There’s an angel spread out on the bed before me. A real fucking angel.
Gabriella Cross, the most perfect woman on the planet, just came against my tongue. I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers, I tasted her arousal, I heard her cries.
Every dream I ever had about Gab just came true.
Well, maybe not every dream. There are things I’ve fantasized about doing with this girl that aren’t part of this agreement. Lazy mornings in bed, afternoons watching movies and eating popcorn, and date nights and fancy restaurants. They can’t be a part of our future.
I don’t want to focus on that, though. I want to gaze down at the gorgeous woman in front of me, and relish making this a reality.
“You can take your hands out now,” I say, assisting Gabs to free herself. She flexes her fingers and reaches up to take my hand.
It’s a moment of sweetness. A connection that feels outside a cool arrangement focused on pleasure. A moment of affection I relish.
“I always thought you’d be big,” she whispers, and her cheeks flush adorably.
“You thought about my cock?” My brows pinch together, surprised but mostly pleased that I’ve not been the only one perving in this relationship. I tap her hip, not wanting to disappoint her by failing to deliver on her fantasy. Keeping my voice low and cold, I issue an order. “Shuffle back.”
Gabriella centers herself on her big white bed like a princess in a fairytale; Sleeping Beauty awakened and ravenous. She’s in the same position she was when I burst into her room, but this time I get to touch her. I get to be the one to make her come.
Damn, I can’t wait to slide between her soft thighs and feel that sweet pussy clamp down around my big cock. I can’t wait to fill her and feel her body tremble, resist, and eventually give way.
I can’t wait to own what I thought could never be mine, even if it’s just for today. Who knows how long she’ll want this agreement to last? Who knows how many more chances I’ll get to experience paradise?
I climb over her, roughly nudging her knees apart until her legs are spread wide enough to accommodate my bulk. She’s a tall girl, but beneath me, she seems tiny. Her blue eyes blink, the pupils like dark jewels in the center. Her hands tentatively touch my arms and shoulders, roaming lower until they rest just above my ass.
I could slap them away or grip her wrists in mine. I think she’d like that, and I’d like it, too, but there’s something about her touching me that’s better than control. I just hope she thinks so too.
“You ready, princess?”
She looks between us, at the place where my cock hangs menacingly, a huge bar that seems capable of violent intention.
“You really think that’s going to fit inside me?” she asks.
Shit, that’s a question every man wants to hear. I smirk, raising my eyebrows.
“You wanted dick. You’re getting dick.” I kiss her, devouring her pouty lips, tasting her sweet mouth until I feel her relax. I grind against her sex with the underside of my cock, giving her just enough pressure to build arousal. She’s wet from her last orgasm, but I want her ready and needy. I want her to crave this, to need me desperately.
My cock pulses, more than ready for what’s coming, already recovered from the epic blowjob Gabriella gave me. Like the moments before I play football, my thighs bunch, and my glutes contract in readiness. I’m coiled so tight; I feel like I could run the length of the field without breaking a sweat.
As I slide my tongue against hers, gripping her face for that bite of control that she loves so much, I let my cock drop to notch at her little entrance. Maybe she was right to worry. She feels impossibly tight. I press forward, letting the full weight of my body rest behind my cock. Gabriella’s fingernails dig into the skin of my shoulders. “It’s okay, Princess,” I whisper, gazing into her glazed eyes. “I’ve got you. Just relax. Let my big cock in and I promise you, he’ll make you feel good.”
I push forward again, relishing the resistance, but desperate to break through and spread her wide with my dick. I want to look down at the place we’re joined and see me buried to the root. She’ll take all of me. I know she will. I’ll feed her every goddamned inch.
I watch as her mouth opens in awe.
Fuck.
I take her bottom lip in mine and bite down gently as her pussy loses the battle and succumbs to the pressure. She’s so slick that I slide deep, and she gasps, her eyes rolling, her neck arching. “Oh fuck, Kain,” she groans.
“Better than that fucking rubber stick?”
She nods. “Yes. Oh…so much better.”
I move, withdrawing almost totally before I thrust back in, hard. Her groans draw my balls tighter and urge my thrusts. It feels so good to be inside this girl I’ve wanted since the first moment I realized girls were cool. It’s like my whole world has flipped on its axis and everything that was missing is suddenly here, laid out in front of me.
“Give it to me,” she gasps, and I thrust harder, taking my thumb and slicking it before I push it between us and press against her clit. Oh god, she’s swollen. What was just a tiny nub is now totally exposed and straining for sensation. I keep going, watching her face contort with longing, as her body writhes beneath mine, desperate for release.
It’s so hard to keep control when all I want to do is unleash everything inside her. All the pent-up yearning. All the fantasies becoming reality drive me on. I take hold of her hands, grinding against her clit as I hold her captive. With all control mine, her eyes glaze.
“You’re mine, Angel. Mine. Don’t ever forget it.”
The words sound like dirty talk, but they leak from a place deep down inside me that craves it to be true. But I can pretend it’s the kind of thing a man says to push his girl over the edge. Gabriella wants dominance. She wants to feel possessed as much as I want to possess her.
This is only temporary . The words whisper in my head, and I shake them away.
Focus on the fucking.
Make this girl come so hard she’ll never want to seek pleasure in another man’s bed.
Selfish , my mind whispers.
You want to ruin her for other men when you can’t be the man she needs.
“Fuck,” I gasp, as Gabriella tenses, her pussy constricting in wave after wave, her legs snapping so tight against my waist I have to slow my thrusts. I push her sweat-damp hair back from her flushed face, and kiss her parted lips, tasting the franticness of her breath and feeling the vibration of the soul-deep moan she makes when she’s done.
Perfection.
There will never be another woman who’ll make me feel this good. There will never be another woman who’ll know me as well as Gabriella Cross. She’s been with me through every major event in my life. I’ll never forget the way she slid her hand into mine the day of Mom’s funeral and didn’t let go.
Today, her hands trail my shoulders and my back, resting against my ass and tugging me deeper. “Your turn,” she whispers. “Give me everything you’ve got.”
And fuck if that isn’t the sexiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.
I keep my eyes open as I work my hips, pushing so deep and hard that I shunt Gabriella up the bed and she has to hold on for dear life. I watch her eyes roll and relish the way she bites her lip as I get closer. Between us, we’re sweat-slicked and hotter than the sun, and I’m sure Gabriella’s hips must be aching. I take her legs and rest them over one of my shoulders, groaning at the additional depth and the way she gasps as I fold her in two. “That’s it, baby,” I say. “I’m going to give you every fucking bit of me.”
And I do. Oh, I fucking do.
I come like a volcano that’s been dormant for millennia, and shout loud enough to disturb the neighbors. Luckily, no one is at my house next door, and Mr. Grady, who lives on the other side, is almost deaf.
I pulse and pulse, filling the rubber, half worried I’m going to overspill. For a second, I fantasize about what it might be like with nothing between us. Gabriella would make beautiful babies, and mix them with my DNA, well, I’d like to imagine they’d be perfect.
Ridiculous thoughts to be having after the most spectacular orgasm of all time, but that’s the place my mind wants to go when I’m still rutting in Gabriella’s sweet little pussy, not wanting to accept that this morning between us is nearly over.
Just as I start to pull out, imagining kissing down her body and tasting between her legs, the phone alarm goes.
“Noooo…” I groan, and she giggles, swatting my shoulder and wriggling out from underneath me.
She slides off the bed, still laughing, and then disappears into a crumpled heap. Even though I’m still paralyzed with pleasure, I jump up to find her collapsed on the floor, holding her stomach as she laughs and laughs.
“What the hell, Gabriella?”
“My legs don’t work,” she splutters. “You turned them to jelly.”
I bend and scoop her into my arms, feeling my heart swell and my chest expand with pride. “You mean I fucked the life out of you,” I snort.
“Life. Bones. Who the fuck knows?” she laughs, burying her head against me. I kiss her hair and move to sit on the edge of the mattress.
“Here. Take a minute.”
“The food will dry out,” she moans, but quietens when I kiss her gently on the forehead.
“A woman shouldn’t be jumping up from sex to deal with food in the oven.”
“Says the man who bought the food.”
“I blame Dalton.”
She touches my face and wriggles her toes, testing. “You won’t blame Dalton later when you’re eating it.”
“Now that is true.”
“Let me try again,” she says. Like a baby deer, I set her on long slender wobbly legs, and this time she manages to stand. I can’t resist planting a kiss on her ass, and she jumps, surprised. “Kain Nowak, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“I’m trying to appreciate your ass,” I say. “Or should I say my ass?”
She turns, still naked as the day she was born, gorgeous tits now pointed in my direction. Fuck. How am I going to leave this girl and function for a whole day at college? How am I going to leave space and time for my brothers to fulfill their part of the arrangement? How am I going to carry on living my life knowing the girl I always believed was perfect for me is in fact, completely ideal?
“I like you possessive,” she whispers, bending to kiss my lips, then she grabs a shirt from the chair by her desk, throws it over her head and disappears through her bedroom door, bounding down the stairs like a herd of buffalo.
I tug on my joggers and shirt and follow, inhaling the delicious smell of the food Gabriella prepared.
“What do you think?” she asks, looking so cute with her giant pink oven mitts and bare feet vulnerable on the tiled floor.
The food in the tray is still sizzling; vegetables and chicken cooked to perfection. “I think it looks amazing,” I say. “I think Dalton, in particular, is going to become your friend for life.”
“I thought he already was,” Gabriella says, her bottom lip protruding a little.
“Well, of course he is,” I backtrack. “But this is going to seal the deal.”
She places the tray on a wooden board on the countertop and pulls some aluminum foil from an overhead cupboard, wrapping the food like she’s tucking a child into bed.
“You can take the tray,” she says, “but you’ll need to bring it back tomorrow. Hopefully, my mom won’t notice, but it might be best if you bring one of yours next time.”
“Well, it won’t be me,” I say. “But I’ll tell whoever you pick next.”
She nods, and I think I detect a flicker of uncertainty in her expression, but then it’s gone, replaced by a broad smile. “I guess that will depend on when I’m horny.”
“So, in ten minutes then,” I laugh.
“Sounds about right.” She laughs, too, and finds a dishcloth to wrap around the hot tray so I can carry it home.
I look at my watch, conscious that I need to get a move on or I’ll be late for my first lecture. Gabriella is probably thinking the same thing, but between my legs, my cock has other ideas.
“Wanna go again,” I say, tipping my head to the stairs so Gabriella is clear on my intentions.
“Seriously?” Her wide eyes and raised brows make me smile. I bite my bottom lip at all of her sweetness.
“Seriously.”
“You’ll ruin me for your brothers,” she says. “I won’t be able to walk after a repeat of what we did upstairs.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t, then,” I say, already regretting my selflessness.
“There’ll be other times,” she says softly. “I’ll get used to the size of you all, and then it won’t be such a big deal.”
“I like the sound of that,” I say, taking hold of her hands and pulling her toward me. Our kiss is like honey on my tongue, so sugary and delicious I never want it to stop, but as with everything good, there always seems to be a limit. When she pulls back, I bend to kiss her forehead. “This has been…”
There’s no word that can encapsulate everything it’s been, and when Gabriella nods before I finish my sentence, I know she understands.
“It really has been,” she whispers. “I better shower.”
“Yeah. I need to head off.” I take hold of the tray, breathing in the scent of what will be waiting for me later.
Our hands brush and a crazy wave of static runs over my skin, ending in a shiver at the back of my neck. Gabriella straightens, and I wonder if she felt it too.
“My sneakers are by the front door,” I say, and she grins.
“I better take this back then, so you can put them on.”
We shuffle the tray between us and I slide my sneakers on as quickly as I can, conscious that Gabriella is holding the hot, heavy tray. When I take it from her, she drops her head to one side. “So, I guess I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah. You will.”
“Bye.”
With the food between us, kissing her again would be a challenge, bordering on treacherousness, so I nod as I pass through the door she’s opened for me.
And that’s how we end the first morning of our deal.
I haven’t smiled so much in years.